<?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-21697439</id><updated>2012-01-29T01:22:10.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not easy to be me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115799039714211233</id><published>2006-09-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T08:59:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>byebye blogger! my day is screwed. i shall vent it all out on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, im leaving you for good.&lt;br /&gt;no more late night cravings to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;i shall disturb you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im going elsewhere. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEenduresforever !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115799039714211233?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115799039714211233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115799039714211233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115799039714211233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115799039714211233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/09/byebye-blogger-my-day-is-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115782955286770368</id><published>2006-09-10T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:19:13.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i know you are gonna read this so im bothered to go through all this unnecessary trouble to type this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;now,so what if you studied geography. may i know of ur definition of STUDYING? if studying means opening the book, reading the words, then close the book. Congratulations. after 13 years of being on earth, you have yet to grasp the crux to studying. forget about efficiency. if that is your attitude towards studying, you can freaking forget about promoting on further in this education system. being able go to the normal academic stream, to me, i see it as sheer luck. it was no effort i saw. no hard work. no sweat. it was sheer luck and that God has saw you through; wanting you to promote. God wanted to give you a second chance. and i remember vividly, you promised to do better. you said you'll do your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey,sorry. what i'm seeing now is nothing close to your best effort. there is simply no reason why you should be so focused in band, and neglecting your studies. and look, your attitude sucks. i didn't wish i would be here typing this to you because hey, the mugger here wants to mug. not blog. not blog for stupid shitass childish reasons. but because your refusal to listen is getting on my nerves. my tolerance level is not very high. and i apologise if you're feeling downright pissed with me now. but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something needs to be done. some things just need to sink into that mind of yours. come on. you've come this far. this is the last &lt;em&gt;academic race&lt;/em&gt; (or whatever you call that) of the year. finish it. go all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you are doing all these for YOURSELF. not for mummy. not for daddy. and ultimately, not me. i am not going to rely on you in my ageing years. and neither am i gonna be the one who provides for you in your years. you are going to be self reliant. you decide your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you wish to continue being idolent AND isolent; fine. why not think about the exam as a major band performance. do your revision like how you would for band practices. i've seen your commitment. i've seen your flaming passion. and  i don't deny, i admire you for that because i dont have the drive and passion in anything im doing. perhaps, i haven't found the right thing to truly enjoy doing just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if im a crazy mugger in your eyes, and you hate it cos your sister is a freaking mugger who mugs day in and day out. but i dont really care. cause i study (yes, for the sake of studying), but im so damn proud to say it in your face; ive put in every bloody effort and did all that i could. today, i am a winner; in my own eyes. and now, I AIM FOR ACE. NOT A PASS.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me that shit about "don't aim for pass den what. aim for fail isit" .&lt;br /&gt;please. passing is not an aim. it is a must. just why shouldnt you be aiming for a higher target since you know you already have what it takes to pass your maths. that is total bullshit. and don't complain about failing &lt;em&gt;this that this&lt;/em&gt; subject after getting back your results. why not do something NOW. and then look at the results later? it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're not gonna help yourself, no one's gonna help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt type this to infuriate you. i just hope that this will be a final wake up call. i am sick and tired of screaming at you. eventhough i don't and am not responsible for monitoring your revision schedule, i hope for the best for you. i want you to get the best grades, the best everything. no. best doenst equate to 100% in every subject or everything you do. best equals to trying to achieve with all that you have, so that at the end of the day, whatever you're gonna reap will be satisfying. maybe not in the eyes of others. but by then, you can stand proudly (on the podium or the dining table or whatever) and shout like the way you do best "I DID IT!" &lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to be crying at one corner someday. i want to you amplify yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show everyone else what you're capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know you can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will when you believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115782955286770368?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115782955286770368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115782955286770368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115782955286770368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115782955286770368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/09/because-i-know-you-are-gonna-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115762876259376061</id><published>2006-09-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:32:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;an email sprung open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?Saying something and wishing you hadn't?, or Saying nothing and wishing you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them. If you do, they might break your heart...if you don't, you might break theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever decided not to become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person? Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much; for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid; afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could?? have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don't care anymore)&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People live, but people die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to tell you that you are a friend.If you died tomorrow (God Forbid) you would be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be in yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life, I look up to you, respect you and truly cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, let's take a look at the heartwarming snapshot of Ronald MacDonalds and PATRICK THE STARFISH.  (i know it unflatters patrick. but it's so cute la. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/236764118_e69430e0e1_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="patrickmac" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115762876259376061?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115762876259376061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115762876259376061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115762876259376061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115762876259376061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/09/email-sprung-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115711766714305764</id><published>2006-09-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:15:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only it could stay that way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="180" src="http://static.flickr.com/87/235188673_90c5c328c3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see; that's how cool old school is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed back to temasek the very minute stupidloser tpjc dismissed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way, memories of old school started to flood my mind. i realise i haven't been taking bus 10, 14 or 12 to temasek in what seemed like a million years. perhaps, as a matter of fact, i haven't really even been taking any bus since i stepped into tpjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpjc is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about temasek was good. too good to be true. those days spent together.. with the juniors.. the seniors.. the teachers.. and even the janitors. i loved temasek. it was very much like my second home. and we complained that food there tasted bad. wait till you try tpjc's. even our favourite prata man is leaving cos he sold black pepper chicken. tpjc is that stupid. i miss the witty people i meet everyday in lively tms. the halal lor mee was heavenly; it was drowned in starchy brown gravy and what crispy toppings. not forgetting the burger stall which sold me empty icecream cones at 10cents each. i loved seeing the canteen decked in blue red and yellow. the canteen was so attractive it lured birds from all directions. actually, they were pecking on the food remains on the table. but still, it owns the kopitiam-ish canteen in tpjc. i used to kope tissue paper from the teachers' dining area. school was that fun. that thrilling, especially when you have the musical Loke interrogating to as to why she should give you a piece of tissue. secondary school was full of bullshit. but the shit smelt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temasek's canteen is now one notch closer to being the best canteen in the entire world cause' i spotted new vending machines yesterday. and guess what i saw. HOHO &lt;strong&gt;YOGHURT&lt;/strong&gt;! those lucky kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the story about temasek's water fountain being sold to anglican high school cause' we were too poor to even pay off our electrical bills. so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss lela looked so different with her new haircut. it looked like a small kid who unintentionally snapped off her hair with a pair of shiny scissors; and a strong breeze came at that very minute. her hair looks sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liu lao shi looked very much the same. seemingly skinny. just like the last time i saw her. still, she is the bestest teacher EVER (: eventhough i got a blardy b3 for chinese :X haha but it's not her fault la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really see any teacher actually. not like any of them bothered to take a second look at me; except for an exchange of a few sentences with liu lao shi. i told u she's a nice woman (: damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was too shocked when i heard that MR. CHOOI; my FAVOURITE MICKEY MOUSE CHEMISTRY TEACHER IS NO LONGER IN TEMASEK! ): i could have cried man. i missed him so much. he is so nice. his jokes were so lame they made me cry. ahh mr. chooi, why ACS(i)... tms needs u. I WANT TO SEE YOU! ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a cuddly day and i FINALLY SAW &lt;strong&gt;SHAHIDAH SHIDDIK&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;SHEENA HARDIE &lt;/strong&gt;after what seemed like forever! and bloody! KENNETH LIM HAN LEONG! hahahahhahaha. i've been wanting to meet him. and it was such a pleasant surprise. if only he'd responded more lively to my friendly wave, i would have been able to kill him with my &lt;em&gt;'hello darling i miss you&lt;/em&gt;' antics. or rather, &lt;em&gt;'hi there. i am kenneth's ex. care to chat&lt;/em&gt;?' it was such a waste. but i sympatise with him thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, met half of 4E. was at a loss for words. i truly missed this bunch of people most. no doubt, we havent been very bonded as a class over the period of 2 years, i still thought that the friendship we shared was pretty unique and close to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about teenagedays we had was true and is now gone. fading away i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how time flies. the times we shared together. not crystal clear but sparkling, im sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss temasek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115711766714305764?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115711766714305764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115711766714305764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115711766714305764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115711766714305764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-only-it-could-stay-that-way.html' title='if only it could stay that way..'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115676201569254651</id><published>2006-08-28T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T03:46:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>little did i realise i would need that good old private blog AGAIN. i've just had the entire sub-blog deleted close to 24hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, just TWENTY FOUR HOURS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i wished i never did dump it. it contained all my bitchings and cryouts to myself thanks to the loser ex-bf.&lt;br /&gt;of course, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has taken a turn and overnight, i just found out that i am ugly in your beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;certainly, i don't overrate myself and think i am uber pretty.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, don't call me ugly and come close to me, trying so hard to earn my trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about getting hurt? look here. look here. HERE HERE HERE IS ONE PATHETIC UGLY BITCH. look at me. thanks for running me down like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS SO VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for bestfriend's sudden want for a private bitching avenue. so screw u inside out upside down. i'm out of blogger for bitchings. i've got wadwadwadwadwad to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you.  i am downright pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESTFRIEND, GO TO WADWADWADWADWADWADWAD. I NEED TO KNOW THAT SOMEONE HAS READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been so angry eversince i don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;so, for once,&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE SINCE I AM FUCKED UP UGLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause even without you, life for me right now is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think comic sans is super nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115676201569254651?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115676201569254651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115676201569254651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115676201569254651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115676201569254651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-did-i-realise-i-would-need-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115667946096102279</id><published>2006-08-27T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:00:35.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="180" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.And in return, you expect the same from who you love.Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.You probably have had a couple significant loves.And you may have even had your heart broken.But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.You know a relationship is not about getting your way.And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is high.You don't need to be in love, and sometimes you don't even want love.Having your own life is very important for you...Even more important than having a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="180" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Career Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/career-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success.You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy!An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing.And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spa will be good. it will be. (:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank goodness i'm not some nerd freak like sabrina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(though yes, i've ever said this : "i love u more than one mole of gas (or something like that) . " oh sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love saying byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because you love saying hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yes, TPJC SUCKS WITH A CAPITAL S. I HATE TPJC TO THE CORE CORE CORE CORE CORE CORE CORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;TPJCSUCKS. &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till then, cheers; while i rake about the drawstring issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tpjc sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate tpjc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115667946096102279?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115667946096102279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115667946096102279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115667946096102279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115667946096102279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-five-variable-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115667770197762726</id><published>2006-08-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T04:25:05.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;stupid blogger refused to republish my blog and insists on a nonexsistent error.&lt;br /&gt;i am so angry i feel like slapping blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem spa tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jazreel --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes like fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jazreel --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benevolent to a fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jazreel --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dance involving little to no clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jazreel --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who has the ability to be invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense. first i taste like fried chicken. then i can be invisible.&lt;br /&gt;this is all but a fraud. eeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY PROMOS ARE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;i love my boomoomoo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS TEMASEK SEC !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see a need to blog anymore. no time. i have some other secret avenue with mybestfriend. i want to eat subway and bananapeachpassion yoghurt. and yami honeydew yoghurt. and ben&amp;amp;jerry's. and cafecartel. and popeyes biscuit. and some calorimeter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love school now that it's all about you, work, tutorials, lectures, ding dong dong, dear ah dear, home, sleep, die, and die even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115667770197762726?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115667770197762726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115667770197762726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115667770197762726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115667770197762726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-blogger-refused-to-republish-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115572822665748364</id><published>2006-08-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T04:37:06.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tpjc.net is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that mybestfriend's drawing on the com can suck quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;im not lying (:&lt;br /&gt;i want to post pictures but the computer's being such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEILING PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME. I LOVE U OKAY. THANKYOU THANKYOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;i know who cornelyus is now.  HAHAH. and if u insist, okay, he is a bastard then. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH WE SHLD BE TWINS WITH THE MEILING AND MEIXING THING.&lt;br /&gt;you make sucky tpjc MUCH MUCH MORE WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the journey that'll never end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE MEET ME FOR BITCHINGS SOON. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115572822665748364?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115572822665748364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115572822665748364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115572822665748364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115572822665748364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/tpjc.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115545950768756976</id><published>2006-08-13T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:59:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;jaz had alot alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't question love; it runs deeply and in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there, &lt;em&gt;waka&lt;/em&gt;*oo*oo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="SFF - France" src="http://static.flickr.com/73/213831271_d6cc41be75_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="fireworks" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/213831269_9369c5c22a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/63/213831267_854fec41ce_m.jpg" width="240" height="192" alt="love (:" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lousy integrated 1.3 megapixels camera is actually quite pro man. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115545950768756976?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115545950768756976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115545950768756976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115545950768756976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115545950768756976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday.html' title='sunday.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115514937653021136</id><published>2006-08-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:49:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you gave me someone to love. someone to hold.</title><content type='html'>someone is very proud of you&lt;br /&gt;someone is thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;someone cares about you&lt;br /&gt;someone misses you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes you aren't in trouble&lt;br /&gt;someone is thankful for the&lt;br /&gt;support you have provided&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to hold your hand someone hopes everything turns out all right&lt;br /&gt;someone wants you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;someone wants you to find them&lt;br /&gt;someone is celebrating your successes&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to give you a gift&lt;br /&gt;someone think you ARE a gift&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to hug you&lt;br /&gt;someone loves you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to lavish you with small gifts&lt;br /&gt;someone admires your strength&lt;br /&gt;someone is thinking of you and smiling&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be your shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;someone thinks the world of you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to protect you&lt;br /&gt;someone would do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;someone is grateful for your forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to laugh with you about old times&lt;br /&gt;someone remembers you and wishes you were there&lt;br /&gt;someone needs to know that your love is unconditional&lt;br /&gt;somebody values your advice&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to tell you how much they care&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to stay up watching old movies with you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to share their dreams with you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to hold you in their arms&lt;br /&gt;someone wants YOU to hold them in your arms&lt;br /&gt;someone treasures your spirit&lt;br /&gt;someone wishes they could STOP time because of you&lt;br /&gt;someone can't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;someone wishes that things didn't have to change&lt;br /&gt;someone loves you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;someone loves the way you make them feel&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;someone hears a song that reminds them of you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants you to know they are there for you&lt;br /&gt;someone is glad that you're their friend&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;someone stayed up all night thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;someone is alive because of you&lt;br /&gt;someone is wishing that you would notice them&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to get to know you better&lt;br /&gt;someone believes that you are their soul mate&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be near you&lt;br /&gt;someone misses your guidance and advice&lt;br /&gt;someone values your guidance and advice&lt;br /&gt;someone has faith in you&lt;br /&gt;someone trusts you&lt;br /&gt;someone needs your support&lt;br /&gt;someone needs you to have faith in them&lt;br /&gt;someone needs you to let them be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do make quite a difference to someone everyday, i hope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I am : not the stupid girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;(2) My ex : was supposed to be a nice boy. now he's not worth mentioning and he knows he shld just go missing and out of my life. and viola, he is doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Maybe : i'll be a rich kid tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(4) I love : too much.&lt;br /&gt;(5) I don't understand : what had gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;(6) I lost : my stupid boyfriend. but gained alot more in the end. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;(7) My girlfriends/boyfriends are : very very precious.&lt;br /&gt;(8) People say : i am strong.&lt;br /&gt;(9) Love is : patient.&lt;br /&gt;(10) Somewhere, someone : will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;(11) I will always : be there for someone who needs me.&lt;br /&gt;(12) Forever : is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;(13) I never want : to believe in forever.&lt;br /&gt;(14) I think the current President : is SR Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;(15) When I wake up in the morning : i thank God for everyday.&lt;br /&gt;(16) Life is full : of surprises. you'll never know what you're gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;(17) My past : is my memory.&lt;br /&gt;(18) I get annoyed : when you annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;(19) Parties are for : lucky kids.&lt;br /&gt;(20) I wish : for jc to end now. today. this second.&lt;br /&gt;(21) My pet : is nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;(22) Kisses are the worst : if they mean nothing.&lt;br /&gt;(23) Today : is Singapore's 41st birthday. (let's just assume it's 9th Aug now.)&lt;br /&gt;(24) Tomorrow : is not worth worrying.&lt;br /&gt;(25) I really want : to stop wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;(26) I have low tolerance for people : who thinks i am mean.&lt;br /&gt;(27) If I had a million dollars : i wouldn't be surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115514937653021136?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115514937653021136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115514937653021136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115514937653021136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115514937653021136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-gave-me-someone-to-love-someone-to.html' title='you gave me someone to love. someone to hold.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115506230802686517</id><published>2006-08-09T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:38:30.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kevin-ness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/xx%20%20%20%20%20snap-0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world you promised. says:&lt;br /&gt;thx to mjc, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence does not equate to ignorance. says:&lt;br /&gt;EWW dun gif credit to tht intolerable school pls. my upbringing hava nothing to do with that pathetically, self-proclaimed exaggerating college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world you promised. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. my bestfriend is so crazy. and she was telling me how cute she is. what outrageous modesty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot happened in the past weeks and days; not in chronlogical order:&lt;br /&gt;1. netball interhouse&lt;br /&gt;2. rock interhouse&lt;br /&gt;3. anti-******* party&lt;br /&gt;4. $3 biscuit bonanza&lt;br /&gt;5. econs SIEAS presentation&lt;br /&gt;6. CO concert&lt;br /&gt;7. met up with GRANDCHILD DE ROZA &amp; BIDINA CHOO CHOO&lt;br /&gt;8. ponned chem lecture and the tutor gave us hell.&lt;br /&gt;9. now im putting her through hell with my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;10. xinyan dearest' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;+ too much to be listed, not forgetting that i breathe and eat everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated national day today in tpjc in the usual jas&amp;amp;jaz &lt;em&gt;slackwear&lt;/em&gt;; house tee, fbts, slippers, and a slingbag. it's always good to feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, and celebration was terrible. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS HOME TRULY, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHERE I KNOW I MUST BE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHERE MY DREAMS WAIT FOR ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHERE THAT RIVER ALWAYS FLOWS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to introduce my civics tutor, Mr Kevin Ng. He is by far the nicest man alive. i love him to the depths of the earth and whatnorts. Cranky, crazy man. but boy, how lovely can one get. ((: seriously, if only he were younger / me a little older, i will make him fall in love with me so that the nicest man on planet earth will belong solely to me! ahh wasted.&lt;br /&gt;he treated us to lunch despite complaining about the hole in his pocket all the time. and that treat for just 20 people DID burn a hole in his pocket. many, in fact. head on to east coast park. bicycle rental charges were settle by Mr. Ng himself. (:&lt;br /&gt;Bing Rong, Soo, Tiff, Jaz and Kevin had a ball of a time trying to film mindless video clips. and we still have a couple more projects at hand. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After cycling, Mr. Ng treat each of us to ice cream at GELARE! gosh, i do see the problem of free-riding arising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he spent like... truckloads of one dollar on us. how can i not love him. despite saying that he's poor and in need of a rich wife tai tai all the time, he still treated us to such a splendid meal and kept all of us very very very very happy and elated. well, at least the few of us were. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MR. KEVIN NG. (: HE IS SO SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight its 2:28am. ive been esplanade-ing for 2 consecutive days. tell me, how so can i not be tired?? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE &amp; XINYAN TOO.&lt;br /&gt;and tiffany is my new budding laughing retarded boyfriend/husband/affair/maid. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYA. FIREWORKS = CAPTIVATING (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;friday &amp; saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! yayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! THANK YOU FOR THE HOLIDAY!! why your birthday so special got holiday ah. den my birthday got to hand in holiday assignment. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115506230802686517?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115506230802686517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115506230802686517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115506230802686517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115506230802686517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/kevin-ness.html' title='kevin-ness.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115470724168143449</id><published>2006-08-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:00:41.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/sabmickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/sabmickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sabrina,&lt;br /&gt;we need to meet up soon. i miss ur crazy nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/0413_143154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;vicki, i miss you just as much. though we don't talk as often, i love u all the same. the same goes to matilda. i know you two are bonded together tightly like glue. awww; and i miss you so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/meiling.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello Meiling. see you in school. i'm gonna be able to speak soon. try me. oh btw, i adore that pic of yours right above. hahah! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to eat roti prata. ice cream. biscuits. more curry puffs. all the weird weird food in school. blueberry tart. waffle. LIKE BASICALLY EVERYTING.  though i haven't really been abstaininng from the weirder foodstuff since i'm terribly ill. i've been down with sickness, and im tired all the time. i am gonna be able to talk again soon. i need to talk. i love talking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: byebye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115470724168143449?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115470724168143449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115470724168143449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115470724168143449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115470724168143449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/sabrina-we-need-to-meet-up-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115384103101153879</id><published>2006-07-25T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:23:51.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd give u a million bucks to kill my best fren says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;kill me on behalf of sabrina, and you get a million bucks. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;i'd give u a million bucks to kill my best fren says:&lt;br /&gt;kill me on behalf of sabrina, and you get a million bucks. says:&lt;br /&gt;hhaa&lt;br /&gt;i'd give u a million bucks to kill my best fren says:&lt;br /&gt;WAD&lt;br /&gt;kill me on behalf of sabrina, and you get a million bucks. says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i'd give u a million bucks to kill my best fren says:&lt;br /&gt;orh&lt;br /&gt;i'd give u a million bucks to kill my best fren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got nth to say to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'd give u a million bucks to kill my best fren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do u hav anything to say to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give u a million bucks to kill my best fren says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;kill me on behalf of sabrina, and you get a million bucks. says:&lt;br /&gt;ya i oso&lt;br /&gt;kill me on behalf of sabrina, and you get a million bucks. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hahahahah .&lt;br /&gt;im so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;im going to yishun tomorrow! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115384103101153879?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115384103101153879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115384103101153879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115384103101153879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115384103101153879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/id-give-u-million-bucks-to-kill-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115359489160831762</id><published>2006-07-24T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:14:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Upper Room.</title><content type='html'>i've mastered the art of stoning.&lt;br /&gt;and im good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've mastered the art of peeping at girls in the next cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;and im good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've mastered the art of talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and no one else is better than me in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crap la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for ocip interview results. waiting.. waiting.. and still waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eom. eom. respiration. respiration. induction. induction. nervous. nervous. organic. organic. insights. insights. xian sheng. xian sheng. crime. crime. punishment. punishment. paedophile. paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sieas presentation is over. and rahman is so owned. haha. i love jasmine and tiffany lah.&lt;br /&gt;the Tiffany's were excellent on court for interhouse netball. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO concert was great eventhough i have zero sense of appreciation for guzheng or flute or cello or whatever nonsense. and i saw xinyan for only 1min :X eeeyer. nonetheless. :D loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye is annoying me on alternate days. it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;vicki is such a nice girl ok. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina is kuku. &lt;strong&gt;AH JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS!&lt;/strong&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chemistry spa trial. boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seasports carnival tml. waste time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eom. stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115359489160831762?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115359489160831762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115359489160831762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115359489160831762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115359489160831762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/upper-room.html' title='The Upper Room.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115358544115140068</id><published>2006-07-23T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:24:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you need is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.&lt;br /&gt; —   Oprah Winfrey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;life is wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahh yada yada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115358544115140068?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115358544115140068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115358544115140068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115358544115140068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115358544115140068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyone-wants-to-ride-with-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115315408355196519</id><published>2006-07-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:34:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my teddybear (:</title><content type='html'>Dearest teddy,&lt;br /&gt;please cheer up.  any problem will eventualy be resolved. it doesn't take one second for a miracle to happen. see God at work. acknowledge His grace and mercy. The Lord is your bestfriend, remember ? Watch your bestfriend do great things. The greatest things in your life. (: and, i want to see the vibrant and cheery smile of yours soon, ok?&lt;br /&gt;I love you, brother.&lt;br /&gt;*presses the teddy tummy* (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thankyou for being there when i needed someone to pour out to. someone  to hear me rant and rave. you were there, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't do or say much to help make you feel better. but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do see it as a test that God is putting you through.&lt;br /&gt;A difficult task it may be. but it can be fulfilled. (:&lt;br /&gt;Seek refuge in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you, teddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115315408355196519?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115315408355196519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115315408355196519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115315408355196519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115315408355196519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-my-teddybear.html' title='For my teddybear (:'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115315395419281393</id><published>2006-07-18T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:32:34.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello maloo booloo baku.</title><content type='html'>aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with my first draft for eom. i am jubilant, esctatic, euphoric, happy, elated, whooping for joy and whatnorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not totally absolutely 100% happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;i kind of cause sabrina the stupid girl to cry today. i reckon she misses me too much, no? haha.&lt;br /&gt;today is a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;my teddybear is sad.&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend is feeling a little low.&lt;br /&gt;myself is feeling out of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejected, rejected and neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to dread school. i havent been having enough sleep. i want the clock to stop ticking this moment. what wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've this strong desire to visit the library. haha. the power of books.&lt;br /&gt;tpjc library is the best place on earth. paradise i must say.&lt;br /&gt;noise level as high as a million decibels (ok whatever the audible range is);&lt;br /&gt;more crowded than carrefour;&lt;br /&gt;and the librarians are crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;the school management is horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okii a little advertising today.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sign up for Inter House Rock Climbing Competition Today!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear TPJCians,&lt;br /&gt;The Rock Climbing Club will be organising the Inter House Rock Climbing Competition on 2nd August, Wednesday (individual preliminaries and team) and 4th August, Friday (individual finals) at 2.30pm at our own rock wall. The 3 categories which you can sign up for are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) Boys Individual&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Girls Individual&lt;br /&gt;(iii) Mixed Team Category (4 person whereby 1 person must be of opposite gender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 placings for each category will receive trophies. Do sign up at the booth outside the canteen from tomorrow onwards or you may approach any of the rock climbing club members to sign up! Do come and join in for a fun-filled high adrenaline experience. No prior experience is needed. There will also be free climbing clinic for everyone who sign up for the competition. The clinics will be on 24th Jul and 31 Jul, 4.10pm onwards at our rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutors interested are welcomed to join in the fun with their students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby urge all tpjcians to join the interhouse rockclimbing competition. You'll get to meet top notch belayers at this year's event. Your life is in our hands. Our safe hands. Fret not, Jazreel is a good belayer lah . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115315395419281393?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115315395419281393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115315395419281393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115315395419281393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115315395419281393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-maloo-booloo-baku.html' title='hello maloo booloo baku.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115306923662551936</id><published>2006-07-17T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:00:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i love my stupid bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;she is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;she is a fishball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i dont mean that she's literally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. actaully she's cute lar (:&lt;br /&gt;her definition of died = no batt.&lt;br /&gt;mine = really dead. no more chance of survival.&lt;br /&gt;totally tak connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been so busy getting all emotional through the weekend. but great, the tides are cleared.&lt;br /&gt;projects are weighing down on me quite abit. completing my first eom draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times i shared with my schoolmates in temasek 365days ago. i miss everything wonderful about school. 4E. 4E. and more 4E. somehow, i miss homework time (rather, Protected Time For Subject Mastery) . &lt;br /&gt;JC is taxing. sometimes i wonder what am i doing in that college. well, the reason being, that is where the Lord wants me to be. He made the decision for me. So i'll abide and live with it. though sometimes.. okay don't ever question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the Lord is merciful. He listens and he knows what's best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. (: life is wonderful. and time waits for no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, when we don't feel your presence, remind us that you are with us&lt;br /&gt;always. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115306923662551936?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115306923662551936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115306923662551936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115306923662551936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115306923662551936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-my-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115298808067170502</id><published>2006-07-16T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:28:00.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Story of the Day (tpjc.net; hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Sun 16 Jul 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mountain Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A son and his father were walking on the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain:&lt;br /&gt;"AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt;He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."&lt;br /&gt;And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy is surprised, but does not understand.&lt;br /&gt;Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;It gives you back everything you say or do.&lt;br /&gt;Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.&lt;br /&gt;This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life will give you back everything you have given to it.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to those we can't wait to see my blog lose its presence. however i've decided to stay for memory's keepsake and the immense pleasure derieved everytime i change my blogskin. yes, that is my hobby. my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue to bear with my nonsense. but don't probe in further if what interests me doesnt interest you. u're not obliged to care.  thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i've got my bestfriend, the cow, the teddybear, and my every other friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and afterall, my blog is my diary. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115298808067170502?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115298808067170502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115298808067170502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115298808067170502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115298808067170502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/story-of-day-tpjc.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115299132899899814</id><published>2006-07-16T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:22:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bestfriend's hp died on her. so i shall throw my hp away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handphone was labelled "useless" right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless = i don't need to use it.&lt;br /&gt;useless = there's no reason for me to use it.&lt;br /&gt;useless = there'e no point using it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115299132899899814?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115299132899899814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115299132899899814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115299132899899814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115299132899899814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/bestfriends-hp-died-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115272024514139265</id><published>2006-07-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:04:05.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bin.</title><content type='html'>honestly, i want to sit in a bin. the green bin we see so often in public.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to feel how it's like to be rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to sleep in the evenBIGGERbin. not exactly a bin. but i don't know what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this dialogue session thing today. COE of JTC came down to TPJC for yadayada reasons.&lt;br /&gt;about 4mins before the dialogue session, (in the canteen)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kevin Ng, my favourite tutor (lol) looked at jas xy and me; and pointed to his watch.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick, quick. you're gonna be late."&lt;br /&gt;i looked at him and asked, "so what if we don't go ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"CWO loh."&lt;br /&gt;"CWO do what? pick rubbish ah?"&lt;br /&gt;he nodded head. and guess what i said. :X&lt;br /&gt;"not bad what. pick rubbish."&lt;br /&gt;"HUH!?!? nonono. go.." and he pointed in the direction to wher the audi is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. byebye. a pointless conv to many. but i just love the blur and lol Mr. Kevin Ng. hahaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights. shagged. tired. stoned. SLEEPING. really. zzzzzzzzzz. and URG. im going to hear the annoying song AGAIN. its thursday ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever, SMS ME SMS ME, if need be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115272024514139265?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115272024514139265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115272024514139265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115272024514139265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115272024514139265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/bin.html' title='bin.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115247317492788578</id><published>2006-07-10T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:29:18.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new world.</title><content type='html'>reading brings about an entirely fresh experience this time round. unlike reading in primary school days about old tree willy(s), the lifeless Peter &amp; Jane, a wholelot of Enid Blyton and i never figured the Famous 5. i've gained alot of insights through the recent readings. Reader's Digest never seem to be this inspirational in the past. and fictional stories are truly amazing. it changed my life! &lt;em&gt;ya right.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Look into you heart - and go after what you really want." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching Aladdin and Lion King. pretty sad for a childhood recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to CHEW&lt;/strong&gt; : okay.. i'm not close enough to you that i'm actually given the permission to call you chew. i apologise for that; sorry. but that's the only way for me to your grab attention and only YOU know i'm referring to YOU. (: sorrysorry..&lt;br /&gt;ahh anyway, i haven't been seeing you online or hearing from you since .. hmms, a coupla days? :X quite long i must say.. well please get to me soon. via sms or email. (: or you can just give me a call! haha, takecare and rest well. hope to hear from you. and again, You're missed.&lt;br /&gt;love, jaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with regards to the spammers, you're not gonna stir up havoc within me. i remain composed. fine, if you're displeased. i'm not going to enlarge my font size for the fact that you're blind. the font is gonna remain that way. the way i like it, the way i'm happy with. afterall, i didnt beg you to visit my blog. however, if it pleases you, do feel free to drop by. i will always welcome you. and who knows, probably one day, your constructive comment will be taken into account. but it's highly unlikely for you to come up with a meaningful tag. try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be kind, even to unkind people like you. cos' the Lord told me, to LOVE MY ENEMIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello enemy, i love you. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the fact that you bother to drop me a tag, then i guess i actually do mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving me too, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, im not a hypocrite. if i like you, i really do. if i dislike you, i don't even care. right now, i don't dislike you. i am sane. not insane like you who goes around hating people. cause i don't even know who in the world are you. whichever ken you are. or probably you've got a totally different name like Sam or Brad or Peterson. well, i don't really care. to reiterate, if you think i'm a hypocrite judging from the basis of my blog entries. im so sorry. you don't even know me. not a slightest bit. so don't judge me like i'm your bestfriend. cos even my best friend doenst judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your information, i don't stay up to type blog entries just trying to fake it and pose as someone whom i am not. i have better things to do (: get that seep through the creaks of your little non-existent mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can well manage my anger. you pose zero threat.&lt;br /&gt;though i'll be really hurt if i ever do find out that you are my friend.. someone whom i love truly. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and its off to &lt;s&gt;world cup&lt;/s&gt;! &lt;em&gt;PW or sleep.&lt;/em&gt; though i'm not in the least interested. anyway, im rooting for FRANCE! for a good cause of course.&lt;br /&gt;please don't let it be a draw.&lt;br /&gt;May France win.&lt;br /&gt;then i can get my ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;HURHUR (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, for some laughs : &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/turkeyunitedFCc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=185719235&amp;amp;size=l"&gt;soccer mania&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :X )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115247317492788578?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115247317492788578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115247317492788578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115247317492788578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115247317492788578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/whole-new-world.html' title='a whole new world.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115239485268476296</id><published>2006-07-09T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:40:52.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my silly bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U ARE WEIRD LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DUN CALL ME EH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pls dun use tht adjective on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I DIN SAY FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i dun like it likewise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BUT U ARE FUNNY, IN A WEIRD MANNER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wadeva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is she so strange? care to give me a clue?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WHERE CAN FAIRER ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I KNOW MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;UNLESS PUT SOME MASK OR SMTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U DUNNO URSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I HAV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I USE WHITENIN STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAV WAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NO WONDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WHAT A LOSER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15cm. i am a cute boy. agog. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] cos life aint worth waitin for says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so mad.&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i can call her a stupid moron and she'll just say &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;oiiii. GERMANY WON!? yuckk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115239485268476296?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115239485268476296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115239485268476296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115239485268476296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115239485268476296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-silly-bestfriend.html' title='my silly bestfriend.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115229564637862806</id><published>2006-07-08T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:07:26.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUNCH sounds so cool.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;ELYSE&lt;/strong&gt; so true.&lt;br /&gt;anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;everything i'll do&lt;br /&gt;just to see you happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always there for you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:   i hope i can always bring you cheery days during our stay in tpjc. and even after. &lt;br /&gt;stay strong and we can overcome all odds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have your hand in mine. I'll pick you when you fall. and I'll pull you when you stop. I'll train hard during climbing so that i can carry you when you're tired. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115229564637862806?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115229564637862806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115229564637862806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115229564637862806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115229564637862806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/munch-sounds-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115229411276407889</id><published>2006-07-08T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:11:12.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be good to your mothers.</title><content type='html'>was watching the hongkong drama serial all about cake baking, and happily stuffing slices of orange into my mouth after bathing and dinner. (yes, I BATHE BEFORE DINNER OK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;My mother said,&lt;br /&gt;"Got boyfriend nevermind. But if break up or what, dont take it too seriously. Take things easily. If break up just break up loh. Nothing one. &lt;em&gt;blahBlahBLAH&lt;/em&gt;... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped eating instantaneously and stared at her,&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry hor, i got no boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;and went back to stuffing oranges into my mouth like how you would stuff rosemary(s) or maryrose(s) or whatever weird spice or ingredient that has that mary word, into a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ha-ha-ha. why is my mother so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm finally feeling so tired. this week totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/painisinsane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is insane. and my climbing shoes have drove me insane.&lt;br /&gt;my feet are undergoing &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; much amount of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a school song is akin to having no school song in tpjc. it's deemed USELESS la. i am so certain that 99% of the school population have no idea as to what the lyrics exactly are. 1% being the councillors who are obligated to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; the school song (but that doesn't seem like the case, anyway. their mouths are all kept shut). i simply see no point in wasting 3 odd minutes every thursday morning just to hear them play the terrible medley of the sickening school song. we're merely observing silence for the school that's probably gonna collapse tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tjc's school song has this military aire. pretty receital and formal. but it's good. at least i still do know the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;mjc's school song is hip and rock. its so enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;innova has no school song currently.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'd rather tpjc has no school song.&lt;br /&gt;tpjc's school song makes me feel like ive just wasted all my strength running to school only to find myself stepping into kiddy palace or faerieland or wadsoever magically fantasized island that is dominated by green goblins and elves. SO FAIRYTALE-ISH. SO STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;i break into spasms of laughter. the school song freaks me out. just as much as the school bulding does. ok nvm. ive quite gotten over the &lt;em&gt;MySchoolisSoGonnaCollapseAnyMoment&lt;/em&gt; thought. it's stupid of me to think that way la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw JCT didn't turn out to be too bad. eventhough ryan owned me in bio and chem and chi and econs. marginally okay. we both suck la. i owned him in.. oh. maths. only maths. :X how pathetic. Phoa Bao Zhong you kuku. im gonna stuff more newspapers into your shoes man ((: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello everybody, don't slack cause the common tests are over but study hard cause the promos are approaching. 10 more weeks. no more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna die this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;PW research&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PW EOM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Econs ppt. presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TUTORIALS TUTORIALS TUTORIALS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;treasure hunt in my home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to bump into &lt;strong&gt;POOMEILING&lt;/strong&gt; anytime soon in school again. i need to. i want to tell you alot alot of stuff. i know its so retarded of me to be so animated and with all that little actions and crazy noises i make. (mind me, i was from drama club in primary school ok. useless and lousy. but so what. i was from DRAMA OK. ) and its purely insane to tickle you with the tpjc school song crap. i need to tell you about me having seen you at primary level. and classmates and uppersec nonsense in temasek. plus all the tpjc rubbish. and i want my ben&amp;amp;jerrys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i haven't been quite happy. i need ice cream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok byebye. i love mr. kevin ng. he is so nice. so encouraging. and he's ever so supportive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY IS HE SO NICE TO ME! ): WHY IS EVERYBODY SO NICE TO ME! ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i need it anyway. i need people to be nice to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;URGG !&lt;/span&gt; i'm a pampered childish freak who's often said to be living in denial. that's crap la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I DONT DENY IM CRAZY COS I TALK TO MYSELF AND DO STUPID THINGS. ITS ALL BECAUSE YOU CANT HEAR ME WHEN IM SPEAKING OR CANT UNDERSTAND MY LOUSY ENGLISH OR CHINESE. AND SO WHAT IF I READ SO SLOW AT A RATE HALF OF YOURS? SO WHAT IF I TALK SO MUCH NONSENSE AND NOTHING CONSTRUCTIVE SOMETIMES? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN CRITICISE ME AND POKE FUN AT ME! SO WHAT SO WHAT SO WHAT? DON'T YOU KNOW I'LL FEEL HURT TOO! I WILL FEEL THE PAIN COS I AM JUST LIKE EVERYONE OF YOU. I AM NOT LIVING IN DENIAL. I LOVE MY LIFE AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT HAS TO DO WITH ME IS MY PROBLEM. I REPEAT, &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; PROBLEM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but in any way, continue to be nice to me. cause i've always been nice, haven't i? ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;i will care for you if you care for me. but even if you don't care about me,&lt;br /&gt;i will care about you. i care i care i care. i just hope im not caring too much.&lt;br /&gt;you deserve my care, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115229411276407889?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115229411276407889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115229411276407889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115229411276407889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115229411276407889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-good-to-your-mothers.html' title='be good to your mothers.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115211103001319318</id><published>2006-07-05T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:50:30.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalaaaaa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been behind brazil all my life. it's not like i actually know who is in the team. and i don't even watch soccer :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazreel is a cute boy who supports &lt;u&gt;BRAZIL&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115211103001319318?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115211103001319318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115211103001319318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115211103001319318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115211103001319318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/brazil-lalalalalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115211030599225406</id><published>2006-07-05T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:38:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Mr. Krabs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have pets? yes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are they? a pair of crabs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are they dead? yes, one of them is. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are their names? H and C . for the fact that they are &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ermit &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;rabs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it yes to question 3, all pets died? either H or C did. i don't know which is which. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much did they cost you? i don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are they yours? no. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if no to question 7, then why are they YOURS now? my uncle left the crabs with me while on an overseas business trop. He's taking &lt;s&gt;THEM&lt;/s&gt; it back, i hope. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how much does it cost to feel them? $4 for a pack of &lt;em&gt;crab cuisine&lt;/em&gt;. probably lasts for a year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when did they die? yesterday. 7th July 2006. Either H or C left. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why did they die? i dunno. fed them regularly but im not sure if they even eat their food. changed the water. (not everyday; but changed anyway.) then either H or C's pincer fell off 2days ago. my sister said it was OK. it's NORMAL. it's FINE. but hey, it died. decided to change the water yest. i poked the dead crab cos it was so still. it refused to move. cause it can't. it died. it turned grey. alluring red to dull grey. the water smelt terrible.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i killed the crab. i killed the crab. ): SIGH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry Mr. Krabs.. Sorry Mr. Krabs.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry sorry sorry. )':  i'll take care of H (or C; &lt;em&gt;whichever is the one that's alive&lt;/em&gt;) . sorry i caused your death ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT MAGGIE SAID IT WAS NORMAL FOR U TO DROP UR PINCER! )': &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115211030599225406?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115211030599225406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115211030599225406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115211030599225406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115211030599225406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-loving-memory-of-mr-krabs.html' title='In loving memory of Mr. Krabs.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115194244939236317</id><published>2006-07-04T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:00:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fever.</title><content type='html'>A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] baby. i really hate waitin' says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun care abt u&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] baby. i really hate waitin' says:&lt;br /&gt;bleagh&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH FINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this best friend. gosh. and one of her blog entry writes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, JAZREEL TAN MEI MEI IS MY IRREPLACEABLE BEST FREN. tho we always behave like mad goondus on the street, fighting, squabbling and laughing. WE ARE CFM. (LOL, CFM) BESTFRENS FOR LIFE. ilovejaz! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;HOW CONTRADICTING RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but haha she still loves me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] baby. i really hate waitin' says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] baby. i really hate waitin' says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lau go and slp la&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] baby. i really hate waitin' says:&lt;br /&gt;u're hopeless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever goodnight. im addicted to my blog. :X and this is bad. 100% bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've got a fever im hot, i cant be stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IVE GOT A FEVER!!! WHOO!! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115194244939236317?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115194244939236317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115194244939236317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115194244939236317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115194244939236317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/fever.html' title='fever.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115192946912949564</id><published>2006-07-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T05:32:07.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls out (:</title><content type='html'>met up with the babes this afternoon (: i miss them SO much.&lt;br /&gt;combed bugis.&lt;br /&gt;today is a great day.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a kitkat chocolate in aid of PCC. sab is sooo fake. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;chinese orals on wed.&lt;br /&gt;im getting my climbing shoes!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE VICKI MATILDA SABRINA awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 3rd july ; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=180606266&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snappy happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/400/meirens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina, please blog. thankyou. byebye. i want to sleep early tonight. tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;the day&lt;/em&gt;. oh yes, more results. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115192946912949564?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115192946912949564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115192946912949564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115192946912949564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115192946912949564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-out.html' title='girls out (:'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115179047249580435</id><published>2006-07-02T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:49:08.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyy.</title><content type='html'>hello. ive updated my friendster. and im so happy for idunnowhat reason. i know i should be sleeping and resting. but. ok sheesh. nvm. the time now is &lt;em&gt;secret&lt;/em&gt; cos it's super not late. its super early. and im expecting the sun to rise in probably 60mins. :X&lt;br /&gt;yay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/friendster.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(click on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?p=e&amp;pid=307502069&amp;amp;uid=17593819#gallery"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115179047249580435?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115179047249580435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115179047249580435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115179047249580435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115179047249580435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/yayyy.html' title='yayyy.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115168472832689215</id><published>2006-07-01T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:36:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rope to rope.</title><content type='html'>jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;i din get enough rest i tink&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;i felt like shit this morining&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;nd went to sch feeling really bad&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;and my ct said i looked damn pale&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i almost died during rock&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] i think i need external help from god says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;A facade of reality -bcos i said so. [[ www.screamz.blogspot.com ]] i think i need external help from god says:&lt;br /&gt;WAD HAPPENED HAIYA. NVM LA. TML WEEKEND LE&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;u still can HA HA HA. i dunno wad to say liao. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a conv. between SABRINA NG HUAY MIN and JAZREEL TAN MEI XING pls.&lt;br /&gt;i got NOTHING TO SAY la. so caring can this friend. ZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so basically im not feeling too well and can collapse anytime. felt nauseous up the rock wall. :X madness. imagine puke on ur head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okii. went neoprint-ing with the rcc girls today (with the exception of duckie, yanling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/rockneos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm going to sleep soon. maybe not. i dunno la. i'm gonna update friendster soon. YES! :X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byebye. sabrina ng needs my help. for a blogskin and she doenst even care if im not feeling well. oh WOW isnt it. BOO YA. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115168472832689215?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115168472832689215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115168472832689215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115168472832689215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115168472832689215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/rope-to-rope.html' title='rope to rope.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115160307182776434</id><published>2006-06-30T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:20:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness.</title><content type='html'>hello everyone. today has been another today. though different from yesterday, it is basically the same. anw, today is better than yesterday. no wonder it says &lt;em&gt;tomorrow will be a better day&lt;/em&gt;. ok crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back chinese econs and gp essay results today. shall disclose it some other day or never. well, so far, im happy with my results. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched DISNEY CHANNEL ORIGINAL MOVIE : HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL this afternoon. IT'S SUPER GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im replacing some of zhiyang's mp3 with those from high school musical. yayyy. ((: no more a cheena girl. but zhiyang still rocks ok.&lt;br /&gt;and jonathan's SO NICE. he sent me all those tracks. did a little exchange with yanda too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im sounding childish. im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock tml. i tink im gonna be a stone. i hope i don't shriek again. how embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll share this snippet of the musical with all of you tonight. fantastic ok. EVEN JONATHAN AND YANDA AGREED. and they are BOYS OK. Vanessa Anne Hudgens' vocals are simply beautiful. and she's gorgeous ok. a perfect duet with Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the codes refused to work. click to be directed to youtube. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC6fDJF1NSE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE HERE HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL ROCKS MY SOCKS! SO HAPPY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICALS ROXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, high school musical reminds me of temasek secondary's musical, journey. and i remember kenneth too. how time flies, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's blasting &lt;em&gt;where is the love? by BEP&lt;/em&gt;, somewhere. madness. now i remember matilda and me in our sec 2 days. twisting the lyrics to fit the scenario whereby i failed my lit test. haha :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at what - BlankedOut - Driftin aka KEITH WONG WENJIE. said .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BlankedOut - Driftin says:&lt;br /&gt;eh u also watch the high sch musical?&lt;br /&gt;- BlankedOut - Driftin says:&lt;br /&gt;not bad sia i must admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL IS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;encore telecast : DISNEY CHANNEL , cabletv channel 33, SUNDAY 2nd JULY, 730pm (i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH WATCH WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;but, yes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;hope u're doing fine. ((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm still loving dearly.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be here if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you then.&lt;br /&gt;i love you still.&lt;br /&gt;i will never stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;byebye. i wanna change blogskin. haha. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115160307182776434?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115160307182776434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115160307182776434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115160307182776434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115160307182776434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/happiness.html' title='happiness.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115151875618160567</id><published>2006-06-29T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:19:16.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;a msn conversation with a stranger. a freaky one at that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;samsamsam&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;samson&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;gt ur msn frm friendster&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt; isee, ;D&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;how old would u be?&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;well u?&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;which sch?&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;tpjc.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;u?&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;ic ic&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;poly student&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;tempinese jc?&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeaps. &lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;which poly??&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;rp&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;anw..u gt a bf?&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;erh nopes.&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;i see cool&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;u gt hp?&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;yea. but i dont xchange no. s  laa :X haha.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;for one , i wont have enough sms to go around.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;so i cant call u aLSO??&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha apparently not cos i havent got free icoming / outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;anw , u're called sam ??&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh nono. samson .  pardon my mistake&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;nt impt about my name&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol. but its basic courtesy i suppose.?&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;since we are also not gonna contact each other right&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;that'squite v practical of u.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh well, fine then.&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;cuz u chose it that way&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;so yah&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell the my response to ur kinda way&lt;br /&gt;jazreel. says:&lt;br /&gt;sure thing.&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;u can actually block and del. me too&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt; Egoiste  says:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACAM I NEED HIM TO TELL ME TO DELETE AND BLOCK HIM. AND ITS NOT AS IF I HAVENT GOT ENOUGH PEOPLE TO SMS. I DONT NEED TO WASTE MY TIME ON RANDOM PEOPLE LIKE YOU, FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;AND EVEN THOUGH I HATE TPJC FOR SOME REASONS, PLEASE AT LEAST SPELL TAMPINES CORRECTLY COS' I CAN SPELL RP IN FULL. LIKE, REPUBLIC POLYTECHNIC IN WOODLANDS, NORTH OF SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE DESPERATE FOR A GIRLFRIEND DEN GO LOOK FOR ONE IN THE BIN. DON'T GIVE ME THAT PISSED OFF ATTITUDE. YOU HAVENT GOT THE RIGHTS TO BE DOING THAT, MORON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just this close to splurting the eff word. don't test my patience.&lt;br /&gt;i don't say the eff word unless im superbly uberly throughly MAD ANGRY AND RAGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;today is a really bad day. slept at 5am last 'night'. did gp essay. teevee-ed. and read a wonderful book. had only 1h30mins of sleep. went to school feeling all rotten. TOTALLY ROTTEN. i shan't go into the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the common tests are over. i finally completed my GP assignments with the help of RYAN LUCINDA SHIDA and JAZREEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazreel did the essay all by herself within the stipulated 1hr30mins and could even sms sabrina. YES! i'm finally learning to stop myself from overwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockclimbing today. (i really really really wanted to pontang cos i was so freakinggg freakingishly tired.) im not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch tv. ok anyway. since the exams are over, i have to start doing up a few things and plan my time wisely. promos in 3months i heard. and i want to be tpjc's top student. seriously. sorry if i seem like im dreaming. :X but ya, with dreams come possibilities! so what makes u think i won't stand a chance to top tpjc? lol. but ok. this self motivation is pretty much uncalled for. whatever it is . bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;friendster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;justin's blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the table where i seek solace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sec sch stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;files&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cupboards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mathematical induction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;binomian theorem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;respiration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hess's law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;redox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THE UPCOMING 'A' LEVELS CHINESE ORALS THAT CLASHES WITH THE SCHOOL HOLIDAY FOR TPJCIANS ON WEDNESDAY, 5th JULY. WAH I AM SUPER DUPER SAD.SUPER ULTRA SAD. i want my HOLIDAY ): I REALLY REALLY WANT MY HOLIDAY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;climbing shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; climb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lead. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boulder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; pe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; napfa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;homework. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;switching from a nocturnal freak to a normal being again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet up with old school mates. like shahidah matilda vicki sabrina meiling sheena sylvia qiujin MADNESS. so much to do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sea sports carnival.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; interhouse rock climbing competition.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eiw bye. i promised to sleep early. in 48hrs, im gonna have.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1hr30mins + 4hrs = 5hrs 30mins of rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh wow. i thought we're suppose to sleep for 8hrs a day? i don't even get 6hrs of sleep in two days. quite amazing isnt it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ilovemybestfriend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115151875618160567?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115151875618160567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115151875618160567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115151875618160567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115151875618160567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-away.html' title='go away.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115142146143756325</id><published>2006-06-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:39:25.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one special YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look&lt;br /&gt;beside you and your best friend will be there."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;so sorry, im not here to blog about how happy i am cause the common tests ended. in fact, i am not very elated as i have my gp holiday assignments to complete by today. and i foresee another sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is. sheesh about the common tests. there are more important things in life that comes before stupid exams which is a complete fiasco right from the beginning to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________ &lt;/div&gt;i am sure all of us, or at least most of us, will have someone whom we first think of all the time other than our direct family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom we can confide in no matter the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who shares a relationship so special and linked to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who screams over the phone with you in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to bitch with when times are bad.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to mug with when every other sane being is soundly in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who finds you a pain but loves you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Someone you're not afraid to cry to when something pains you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who brightens up your day in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who calls out to you in the most comforting manner.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is suppose to pick you up when you fall, but ends up laughing instead.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who calls you a 'loser' but you feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who calls you a 'dog' in a pet shop and you get all peeved.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who thinks pineapples are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can' t eat yummy mango.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows every single dark secret you have.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that first comes to mind when anything strikes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is the reason why your handphone is not deemed useless.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who opens her school bag and search for a worksheet in a way that seemed like she's searching for treasure in the deep sea.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you can sms at four in the morning cause' you cannot get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who hides in a corner in her school library to chat over the line with you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who laughs in the most hysterical way, ever.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who doesn't call your name in full. (eg. jaz instead of jazreel)&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is there in the oddest phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom we can never get sick of.&lt;br /&gt;Someone you're missing and thinking of all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who walks the extra mile with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. That's a short description of best friend for you.&lt;br /&gt;ok. maybe not all bestfriends are like that.&lt;br /&gt;well, mine is.&lt;br /&gt;my best friend is unique in her way and i adore her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i would like to introduce my best friend to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/sab.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/sab.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Sabrina Ng Huay Min. Don't mock at her picture for her passe hairdo, for i love her just the way she is. To you, she may just be a somebody you pass by in the streets. You may not even take a second look at her. And probably, that could have been your last time seeing her. Or maybe you're glad you never got to know her because she's behaving in the weirdest manner ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But to me, she is not a simple somebody. She is Jaz's only bestfriend and can never be replaced. Any glaring mistake she makes doesn't bother me in the slightest bit, afterall, no one is flawless and that's what makes her my bestfriend. I don't care of how others look at her. my best friend is perfect in my eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, I LOVE YOU AND THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! psst we're not mediocre so i don't have to mention what am i thankful for. For one, you will know what i want to thank you for. Two, i have too much to thank you for, i dont know wher to begin. I LOVE YOU! and I LOVE YOU! hahahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you found your best friend yet? He or she may be just right beside you. Or probably behind you to be the first to pick you up when you fall. Or perhaps, in front of you to guide you along your path in life and ridding all obstacles for you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Search within. The bestfriend exists. They really do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115142146143756325?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115142146143756325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115142146143756325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115142146143756325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115142146143756325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-special-you.html' title='one special YOU.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115106710927499567</id><published>2006-06-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T05:51:49.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sevens.</title><content type='html'>thanks to meiling im wasting my time here. tsk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i just need to keep away from photosynthesis.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't bother about NADP and ATP. just give me my veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 random facts about me:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a girl.&lt;br /&gt;i love God.&lt;br /&gt;i think my handphone is useless.&lt;br /&gt;i watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i love shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i never get enough of new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;i am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 random music:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things are possible - Hillsongs&lt;br /&gt;Always be my baby - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;zhiyang.&lt;br /&gt;some random radio station.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid kangta and vanness off my sis's stereo.&lt;br /&gt;Crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;At the Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 things i love the most:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;maths.&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;apples.&lt;br /&gt;bananas.&lt;br /&gt;cereals.&lt;br /&gt;i love my life because i have more than 7 things to love. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;notice i failed to mention names? why of course? unless you're a thing. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people are not like things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people are not things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, at least to me. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 things i say most:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;why are we studying &lt;em&gt;thisthisthis&lt;/em&gt; for?!&lt;br /&gt;i need to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;i got alot of homework.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot finish my homework in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 pple to do this:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina&lt;br /&gt;ng&lt;br /&gt;huay&lt;br /&gt;min&lt;br /&gt;potato&lt;br /&gt;hamburger&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes sabri. to me, you've got a million splitting images. ((: thats seven of u up there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115106710927499567?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115106710927499567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115106710927499567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115106710927499567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115106710927499567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/sevens.html' title='sevens.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115106597148138181</id><published>2006-06-23T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T05:32:51.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love spaghetti.</title><content type='html'>i love spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;i love spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;i love spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;i love spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti makes me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love spaghetti so much i can eat up to three plates in a go.&lt;br /&gt;but that happens only in the comfort of my home.&lt;br /&gt;i never seem to fill my tummy when it comes to eatin spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;i eat like a turtle outside home.&lt;br /&gt;it's a conditioned reflex action.&lt;br /&gt;something thats beyond control.&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to eat spaghetti &lt;a href="http://www.annamariavolpi.com/how_to_eat_spaghetti.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;workload is not going down. in fact, it piles up.&lt;br /&gt;in this environment that allows such random attitude and behaviour, my entry is considered pardonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115106597148138181?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115106597148138181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115106597148138181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115106597148138181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115106597148138181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-spaghetti.html' title='i love spaghetti.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115072488624420682</id><published>2006-06-19T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T06:48:06.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peekaloomalU. ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is just another random post from friendster i chanced upon.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might agree with it,&lt;br /&gt; but when it actuallyhappens 99% of girls&lt;br /&gt;dont realize it till it istoo late&lt;br /&gt;and that guy who did it is sofrustrated that&lt;br /&gt;he has moved on to someone who will take&lt;br /&gt;notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys.&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some&lt;br /&gt;random guy walks into the room and you jump&lt;br /&gt;upand tackle him, without even introducing us,&lt;br /&gt;yeah,it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him&lt;br /&gt;forteen minutes without even acknowledging thefact&lt;br /&gt;that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you,&lt;br /&gt;but at 2 in themorning&lt;br /&gt;we do get a little concerned. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;isthat important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till&lt;br /&gt;themorning.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/&lt;br /&gt;beautiful/gorgeous/ cute/ stunning,&lt;br /&gt;we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open.&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US PAY FOR YOU!DON'T "FEEL BAD"&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it.It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's&lt;br /&gt;looking,we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place,you&lt;br /&gt;don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest&lt;br /&gt;skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup&lt;br /&gt;you own.&lt;br /&gt;We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you&lt;br /&gt;are.honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;whenshe's just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers,not&lt;br /&gt;all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;dont talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt,BradPitt, or&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartny is in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;You have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the&lt;br /&gt;word "handsome"/"beautiful"?&lt;br /&gt;I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br /&gt;with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy"&lt;br /&gt; or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand im not sayin i woulndnt like it either ; )__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough:IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY AGUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCHHIS SORRY, DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHOWILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECTSomeone who will honor your morals.Someone who will make you smile when you'reatyour lowest.Someone who will care for you even when youmake mistakes.Someone who will love you, no matter how badyou make them feel.Someone who will stop what theyre doing justtolook you in theeyes....and say "i love you" .......AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115072488624420682?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115072488624420682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115072488624420682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115072488624420682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115072488624420682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/peekaloomalu.html' title='peekaloomalU. ((:'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115066038726875096</id><published>2006-06-18T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:53:07.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>circle of life.</title><content type='html'>hello there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in the worst mental condition ever. somehow sequences and series are gonna be the bane of maths for me. &lt;s&gt;im so dead.&lt;/s&gt; nonetheless, never failing to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. caught up with thieves&amp;co. and weijian . met meilan on the way home. had ben&amp;amp;jerry's (NOT WITH MEILING. OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE BEEN PANGSEH'ED AGAIN, EH? lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a ball of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing several people. many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda. jun jun. maggie tan mei qi. bidina. marianne. shahidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so so so so so so so HAPPY YESTERDAY NIGHT. (: haha I RECEIVED THE SWEETEST SMS EVER. hahaha :X ok so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. bye. school tml. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths by TML 2PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese Oral Practice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemistry Revision &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biology&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and a whole lot of stuff waiting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuesday, and u'll be back. yay yay yay. my BIG SURPRISE ! &lt;/p&gt;and wednesday, another SURPRISE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115066038726875096?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115066038726875096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115066038726875096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115066038726875096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115066038726875096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/circle-of-life.html' title='circle of life.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-115004769127218221</id><published>2006-06-12T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:41:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purple green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a habitual blogger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i blog crap but i like doing so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody is reading my nonsense. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just like to blog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and look at it non-stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, if only my books were a tad like my blog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the entry divider changed. busy with project work research. it's getting pretty pointless. i'm researching on imnottoosurewhat. then again, at least i'm putting in effort to get my research done so that my poor leader can rest without having to worry over 4 mad female members. Poor him. He really has to handle 4 mad women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. 1 : Jazreel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for talking crap, making weird noises and entertains the group with senseless rubbish. however she produces productive work. Can get really serious to work when she feels like it. Puts in alot alot of effort; (just look at the number of times she edited her PI. an astonishing number of &lt;strong&gt;ELEVEN&lt;/strong&gt;.) don't play play with Jazreel. she's total madness. She has people providing her with an endless supply of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. 2 : Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for talking crap but has a control over herself, unlike Jazreel. Not really serious in her work. Nonetheless, puts in a great deal of effort and knows how to manage her time wisely. Good time management there. Dance has zapped up half of her. Provides Jazreel with food whenever she's hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. 3 : Lucinda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for talking crap. No control over herself whenever she sees her boyfriend, Kek. Drags the entire PW groups with her during PW to look for her boyfriend, Kek. And complains about hunger pangs ever so often. Whines super alot. Used her PI for our project. Lazy bum who vanishes into thin air as soon as the June holidays start. Another food provider of Jazreel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. 4 : Sharon (aka Peipei)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for talking absolute crap. Nobody knows what is exactly running through her mind. Tells lame jokes that are not at all funny. Laughs at herself. Lugs two heavy bags. The locker is not enough for her. Enthusiasm boosts from an unknown strange source. Ignores all class gatherings. Deletes herself from the class. Disappears during lecture. Disappears during tutorials. Disappears from school at least once a week. what is she up to? i don't know. Interviewing her uncle who is of no use to our project, perhaps? Search me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sharon : Why do giraffes have long legs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jazreel : Cause' hungry wad. need to eat ma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sharon : because it has smelly feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh ha-ha-ha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to do my research, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-115004769127218221?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115004769127218221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=115004769127218221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115004769127218221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/115004769127218221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/purple-green.html' title='purple green.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114994060174848343</id><published>2006-06-10T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T04:58:18.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/50/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kcoffee0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/52/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kbeer0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/65/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kghost0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame stuff online. i need to study. i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I NEED YOU TO SCROLL DOWN TO READ THE ENTRY I PAINSTAKINGLY TYPED OUT THIS MORNING. SCRUTINIZE IT. JUST READ IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READ THE ENTRY BELOW. READ THE ENTRY BELOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114994060174848343?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114994060174848343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114994060174848343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114994060174848343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114994060174848343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_10.html' title='-'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114988788415217725</id><published>2006-06-10T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:18:04.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE COMPUTERS!</title><content type='html'>this post has absolutely nothing to do with my bizarre attraction to computers. my blog entry titles never ever made sense anyway. ok, i shall stop wasting time and start on this entry proper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;before i begin, i've got one quick question for the people we often refer to as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOYS MEN AND WADSOEVER THAT I DONT REALLY CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : What are we girls to you? and what do you freaking know about love?&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;to the men : i hate having to talk about you under any circumstances. Probably it's the bad experience that i've went through that's causing me to be weary of you in any way. I'm sick and tired of it. the previous blog that i'd walked over months ago was all about one rotten apple, named Kenneth Lim Han Leong. Right now, i sit here by the laptop, sipping hot coffee, enjoying the moonlight and all i have to say is, "IM LOVIN' IT." it's not that i'm a fat kid who loves macs. but here today, right before you is a girl who'd walked out of that shadow and is living life to the fullest, in every way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im not trying to imply that i am oh-so-tough or whatever. but here i am, a living example of a poor teenage girl who'd gone through so much in her life. you guys need to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WE GIRLS ARE NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH AND WE ARE NOT INFERIOR TO YOU GUYS IN ANY WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not here for any of you to trample on. we are not your slaves or your joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say all of you are rotten eggs. however, SOME are. just SOME. and here, we only need one rotten egg that'll ruin the entire basket. Maybe it's my luck, or maybe you can call it fate. For me to meet one rotten egg.. and another.. and another.. one following the next. Unfortunate or fortunate? i don't know. but i guess it's a plus-point cause' little did i know that you guys can be such bastards. the facade that lies within you reveals over time. your shameless actions and words can be such a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself, &lt;strong&gt;"WHY SHOULD GIRLS RESPECT YOU WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO GIVE THE SLIGHTEST RESPECT TO THE GIRLS? DON'T WE DESERVE THE RESPECT?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for pete's sake, we're not dirt. even so, i reckon dirt is far better than YOU. and if you insist on regarding us as dirt, it's all thanks to you that we're behaving the way we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call us bitches. You call us sluts. Now, who are you to give us unkind names like these? yes, we're bitchy. We need to be bitchy to battle it out with you. Cause' you're nothing but a bunch of stinky horny bastards. If dirt makes us. Then, the devil makes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go on further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the above solely goes out to the moronic guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;NICE FRIENDLY GIGANTIC GUYS STILL DO EXIST. therefore, im not gonna be an ignorant girl who goes around stereotyping men. CAUSE THERE &lt;u&gt;ARE&lt;/u&gt; NICE FRIENDLY GIGANTIC MEN AROUND STILL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough of the ill-bred men in general. i shall now go into deeper details of a particular &lt;em&gt;someone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;this is just for you and you alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello friend. No wait. you used to be my friend. probably 7 hours ago you were still my friend. but now you aren't. little did i expect you to stoop so low. to a level so low that even i'm not able to tolerate. you are just like Kenneth Lim Han Leong. Worse off? i dont know. and i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to pin you down like a criminal. If you think you've done nothing wrong, fine. But i have to say something. rather, something&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;. i have so much to tell you. so so so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i would like to express my utter disappointment in you. i am awfully disgusted by your behaviour. You'll probably tell me that im siding with her just because she's my friend. But here i am, im telling you directly in your face, with the help of this laptop; She may be my superbly uberly close girlfriend. but i've always tried to stay neutral concerning the issues between the two of you. You know it. I HAVE NEVER EVER TOOK SIDES. i know of how hot-tempered and moody she can get because i've had them too. she shows them to me too. maybe not as often to me than to you. Yes, i admit to that. but since you claim to be her boyfriend, then take good care of her. im aware of how difficult it is to be loving someone like this. however, that difference doesnt make us love her less. I know you'll tell me i won't know how you feel. exactly, i won't know how you really feel because i am not you. BUT IM TELLING YOU THIS, &lt;strong&gt;YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SHE'S FEELING NOW BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT HER EITHER.&lt;/strong&gt;  i know of everything you've done for her just to make her happy. you went miles ahead of whatever you could just to see her smile. i commend you for putting in that effort. But if you think that those extra inches and miles you've walked gives you every right to do this, im so sorry. Im afraid you're wrong. So darn wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will to put in that effort was on a voluntary basis. you did it on your part. You were the one who said you were willing to sacrifice. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I'VE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES BEFORE, IT'S ALL ABOUT GIVING AND TAKING. THERE'S NO PERFECT RELATIONSHIP IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD. NO SINGLE RELATIONSHIP IS FLAWLESS. SOMEONE HAS TO SACRIFICE. AFTERALL, TO GIVE IS TO RECEIVE. GET THAT SINKING INTO YOUR BRAIN RIGHT NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i AM really really really disappointed. and im absolutely in a state of shock. complete shock. i want you to ask yourself &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"is this what i was expecting from you when i told you all about my failed relationship when i was like an unclaimed child lost in a shopping mall? you saw how sad i was, haven't you? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU KNEW THAT I WAS SO FREAKING HURT WHEN KENNETH DID THAT TO ME, DIDN'T YOU?&lt;/span&gt; now, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW THAT ANOTHER GIRL IS GETTING SO HURT BECAUSE YOU (YOU YOU YOU YOU!)ARE DOING THAT TO HER?&lt;/span&gt; and you knew it so well that it's gonna strike her so badly. so, you haven't quite understood what i have been telling you afterall have you? THE PAIN IS UNNERVING AND IT KILLS TO GO THROUGH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" now i'm telling you, you don't know how we feel because simply put it, YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER JERK. &lt;/span&gt; to think i put my trust in you. YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON IN THIS ENTIRE PLANET WHOM I KNEW OF THAT WILL EVER DO THAT. now, i guess im wrong. even the last man who's there to prove his worth is gone. A TOTAL JERK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, you're a DISGRACE to all men, OR you're a living example of what a 'some' men is. A JERK JERK JERK JERK JERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even think the word JERK describes you. it's not enough to fully describe you. And, IT'S A DISGRACE TO ME BECAUSE I HAVE THE USE THE WORD 'JERK' ON A WORTHLESS SOMEONE LIKE YOU and unfortunately, 'JERK' begins with the letter J, just like JAZREEL, JAMES, JASMINE and whosoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'VE BEEN GOING AGAINST YOURSELF WHEN YOU SAID I LOVE YOU TO HER WITHOUT MEANING IT.&lt;/strong&gt; don't lie to yourself and her. YOU'RE NOT BEING FAIR. you're so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking down on you. im not reprimanding you. im not fit to do that. im not qualified to do that. and you've got it. i deserve no rights to speak ill of you. I JUST WANT TO EXPRESS MY DISAPPOINTMENT. i want you to know, I'M SORRY IF YOU'RE HURT OR ANGRY COS' OF WHATEVER I'VE JUST TYPED. BUT IT DOESNT REALLY BOTHER ME. HERE I AM IN THE DEAD HOURS OF THE NIGHT TYPING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU WHO'S &lt;s&gt;PROBABLY&lt;/s&gt; NOT WORTHY OF MY TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I CARE. THAT'S WHY I BOTHER. I BOTHER MYSELF ABOUT YOU. I COULD BE SOUNDLY IN BED RIGHT NOW, AT THIS INSTANCE. BUT THE THOUGHT OF YOU IS LETHAL. THE MOMENT YOUR NAME IS MENTIONED, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BLOOD SUBLIMES. WAYWARDS BOILING.&lt;/span&gt; I RAGE WITH ANGER AND I FEEL LIKE SMASHING TOMATOES INTO YOUR FACE. I WANT TO PULL YOUR EARS AND LET YOU FEEL PAIN. I WANT YOU TO CLIMB THE ROCK WALL NON-STOP UNTIL YOU GET FLAPPERS ON YOUR HANDS AND BLISTERS ON YOUR LEGS. I WANT YOU TO COOK A POT OF NOODLES AND LET IT POUR RIGHT DOWN YOUR BODY. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT WHATEVER PHYSICAL PAIN THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO GO THROUGH (as mentioned above) IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL SCAR THAT YOU HAVE INFLICTED ON HER. THAT SCAR WILL NEVER EVER BE ERASED. AND CAN NEVER BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that was your ruthless act. your selfish being at work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im terribly ashamed of you. Of all perfect examples, why follow kenneth? he's not even a good role model to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;for your dignity you pursue, I SHOWER YOU WITH SHAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up, there's only one word to describe me now. DISAPPOINTED. why? because of you. IT'S JUST YOU AND YOUR PACK OF LIES. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO 'some' MEN :&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how you can bring yourself to send lovey dovey msges.. kiss her goodbye.. hug her to sleep..  and there you are, seeing another girl behind her back. and doing exactly what you've said and done, to another girl. ANOTHER GIRL. how can you allow yourself to DIVIDE YOUR LOVE AMONG DIFFERENT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the three R's: &lt;strong&gt;Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come back begging and saying that you've regretted all that you've done to hurt us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE'S TOO SHORT FOR REGRETS. GET ON WITH YOUR PATHETIC LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you even have a conscious to speak of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are one treacherous species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't want to talk about you anymore. i'm afraid i'll not be left with any blood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;still, YES THERE ARE NICE FRIENDLY GIGANTIC MEN. DO NOT BE MISTAKEN. NOT ALL MEN ARE CRAPBUGS. THERE ARE FAITHFUL LOVING ONES. WE HAVE GENTLEMEN TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so here i am, fighting for the rights of myself, my girlfriend and every other women who've suffered the same fate as us. i mention no name, except for my ex boyfriend. I am being unusually kind this morning. You're lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;here is one infamous quote from the nonexistent book of 'Random Quotes' which i would love to share; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't boast the love you have because you don't even love enough to boast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Jazreel Tan Mei Xing, tpjc (06S07); inspired by Kenneth Lim Han Leong, the biggest moron in her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm telling you, this scar reminds forever. it's lifelong. and it'll follow through our lives. i have that scar right here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meiling&lt;/span&gt;, this time, let's just call them USELESS. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bunch of useless crap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said my piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (in two hours that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;to the girl i've been loving ever so true, you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest, i'll like to apologise if im not able to be there for you whenever you needed someone to be. i apologse for being so ignorant on my part as a friend. i apologise if you feel that i haven't done enough for you. but right here, i want you to know that i am here for you and always will be. nevermind your fury temper. it's okay to throw tantrums. i love you for who you are and will never forsake you. i dont' know how are you exactly feeling right now. but i do hope that everything will be alrigt. im not sure if you're feeling sad or angry. i dont know how much you're affected by that idiot who'd got us all fooled. now we know, they cannot be trusted. all these terrible creatures who crawl in and out of our lives. so often, we overlook the worthy ones and end up having to deal with nonsense like them. nonetheless, life is still good. life's still a bed of roses. we need love to live. yes. but who says love must come from someone of the opposite gender? you know i love you. you know sabrina loves you. you know matilda loves you. you know your family loves you. there are a gazillion number of people out there who loves you for just the way you are. you are unique in your own special way. until the right man comes along, we shall go all out to enjoy singlehood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALOT AND FOREVER WILL BE. MY LOVE FOR YOU RUNS DEEP WITHIN. IT RUNS SO FAR, YOU CANT IMAGINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dearest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jazreel&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;loves YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sabrina&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;loves YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;matilda&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;loves YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;love &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; for YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry for the offensive language in this long entry. but i simply hate it when guys treat girls like trash. mind you, WE ARE MORE THAN THAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i know why i'm havin headaches ever so often. i don't get enough sleep. but tell me. how can i sleep peacefully when so much is happening? it never ends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114988788415217725?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114988788415217725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114988788415217725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114988788415217725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114988788415217725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-computers.html' title='I LOVE COMPUTERS!'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114984734687299851</id><published>2006-06-09T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:04:59.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rocking you down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wednesday;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite people from tpjc are back. ((: those lovely girls got me a sweeeet sweeeet sweeeet gift from msia. and the hairclips too. ryan brought back my rock. YAY. still, i wish i were there. nonetheless, IM SO GLAD THAT ALL OF U REMEMBERED ME. and THANKS FOR THE VIDEO! haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was practically melting inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speed climbing was a horrendous experience for me. according to wina, i could have died up there in mid air if i was still so troubled by the &lt;em&gt;malu factor&lt;/em&gt; at that moment in time. actually, i thought i'll just faint. fine, i shan't go into the details. im not even making sense to half the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover at jiae's. it was awesome. but marinating chicken wings in the dead hours of the night can kill. esp when i've got school early in the morning the next day. and poor us (jiae adel jaz) were so traumatized by chickens and ketchup the whole night. and we slept with the 'tantalising' chicken smell. it smelt bad.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. and &lt;strong&gt;jiae refused to let me use the computer!&lt;/strong&gt; all adeline's fault. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a night about boys, changjin, food, and chickens. adora went and never returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;What we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;No one told meI was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected&lt;br /&gt;What you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a...."&lt;br /&gt;that song in my phone started playing away at 10am. went on and stopped. and returned every 5mins. i got so annoyed and switched off the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;had a &lt;s&gt;nightmare&lt;/s&gt;daymare. woke up. and freaked out. ELEVEN AM. late for school. but i still had time to capture a couple of pics of patrick. (jiae's sis is a fan of patrick!) &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PATRICK IS SO CUTE.&lt;/span&gt; adel and jiae sent me to the busstop. went to school looking totally shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pe shorts. house tee. messy hair. big bag. big paper bag. SLIPPERS. and i was LATE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone started laughing at me when i entered the class :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr. ng : "wah y u lidat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah. so speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost slipped and died while rushing to my locker after lesson. my slippers were useless. and the rain proved the uselessness of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;randomness : adeline is a dirty lazy girl. ((: and i love jiae's house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathed. changed. got ready. met the rest of the J1s at pasir ris. did loads of preparation.. (yanling adeline and me reckoned that we were not needed in any way. so we went camera whoring instead. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCN%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCN%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the pig attempted to strangle the duck. but the duck went for the goose first. poor goose died. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;//that's one classic massacre shot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCN%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/DSCN%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCN%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;those are some pics we took &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; the barbeque. ive got tonnes more but blogger's too slow. basically, it was just adeline and jazreel who were doing nothing but snapping away. ((: we're lovin' it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had bbq. climbed the 'mock' batu caves. and ended up getting all wet cos' we started splashing water at yanling. and adeline pushed me down cause i first did that to her. to think we promised each other not to swim. security guard spotted us swimming in clothes, and the girls immediately did &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; at the other side of the pool, hoping that we would not be chided. xp thank goodness it was an all girls' affair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it wasnt a long night but it was totally fruitful and fulfilling. ROCK CLIMBING CLUB is definitely much more bonded thruogh the farewell yest. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SENIORS WILL ALWAYS BE MISSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adeline and jazreel proceeded to more phototaking after changing into our dry teeshirts and still wearing our shorts thats soaking wet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to save time, i shall just upload them on shutterfly :X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;( :: &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AZNHDFyzaNmE1&amp;notag=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picture perfect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok lah but just a few more here. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCN%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCN%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/400/DSCN%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCN%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCN%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. adeline and jazreel bids goodbye. till then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;TO MEILING :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO. WE'RE SUPPOSE TO BE OUT THERE B*TCHING OK. IVE GOT LOADS TO TELL U. BUT YOU PS ME FOR UR PRIMARY SCHOOL FRIENDS. IM MUFFLED. U CHOSE ROYCE CHEN OVER JAZREEL TAN! ARE U SURE U SHOULD DO THAT??!! ARGGG. TODAY'S SUPPOSE TO B OUR BEN&amp;amp;JERRY'S DAY. U BLUFF ME. )): but anw, UVE GOT LOADS OF PATIENCE TO UPLOAD THOSE PICS IN UR BLOG MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brg ur camera the nex time we go out. it's your punishment. IM GONNA FLOOD UR CAM. (look at the above and u know what im capable of when it comes to dealing with the CAMERA) hahahah! ok la. i love u still.. ((: PROMISE NOT TO PS ME AGAIN!! eeee you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114984734687299851?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114984734687299851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114984734687299851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114984734687299851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114984734687299851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/rocking-you-down.html' title='rocking you down.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114983696872660219</id><published>2006-06-09T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:09:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of a rainbow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Though times may change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and seasons pass, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things remain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as they are meant to last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rainbow we seek, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the end of the way, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;obsured in smoke, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the light of day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What of the future, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we know not to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What of the past, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is but just a memory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet all that keeps us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is thoughts of each other. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good or bad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or of love forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps at it all, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will find our rainbow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A message from God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will be a tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that fairy-tale prince, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which you have long sought. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An angel to keep, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is all not for naught.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So part we must, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at this time of our choosing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To meet again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when God He is willing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this hope always, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll cherish forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see you again, my lovely dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114983696872660219?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114983696872660219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114983696872660219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114983696872660219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114983696872660219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-rainbow.html' title='Of a rainbow..'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114961892930115182</id><published>2006-06-07T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:35:44.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>((:</title><content type='html'>there are a hundred and one reasons as to why i love sabrina. more than words could ever express. i promise to love her till the end of time. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( :: &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/70/161822232_e14aabc828_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall go to sleep NOW. promise. ((: in dreamland. lovelove. byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114961892930115182?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114961892930115182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114961892930115182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114961892930115182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114961892930115182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='((:'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114961300116943219</id><published>2006-06-07T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:58:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good old days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/IMG_8813.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, sab and i ended up recollecting our pri sch days cos i casually mentioned abigail. :X lol. not quiet casual. not nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent more than 2hrs entertaining that girl and hear her whine about the missing sch mag. haha. how ignorant of a 17yr old teenager. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised in an entry all abt my old days, here are the photos.&lt;br /&gt;uploaded them and editted the captions. haha. guaranteed for some laughs. to see my silly self again.. tgr with all my pals.. pity i nv owned a cam in that era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here for the pics&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AZNHDFyzaNmEk&amp;notag=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: memories ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodie. haha. and i apologise if miss gina tan scares u abit. ((: i cant operate shutterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random extraction from our chat. haha. commenting on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; in that P3 class foto. hha.&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/64/161763653_f7ce18e9b9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: sunshine ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok. its late and i know i ought to get going. soon soon. im just as tired..&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the sun to rise. i cant wait to go to school. im meeting all my lovely rockclimbers again!! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the dear boy:&lt;br /&gt;pls pls pls go to bed soon. ((: GPP's important but u need rest too! u're not too well yet, remember?? i reckon the splint is not on anyway. haha but i shall stop being a naggy granny. just remember to put it back on. ure allowed only 10mins a day dear boy! peekaboo, this portion is all for YOU! lovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i miss u as much as you miss me. perhaps, EVEN MORE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four - five years down the road, i promise, i'll wear that robe again. and the mortar board will be. hahaha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/IMG_8813.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me time, u'll see me fly. i promise you, i'll soar up high.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves, jazreel.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114961300116943219?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114961300116943219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114961300116943219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114961300116943219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114961300116943219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-old-days.html' title='the good old days.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114958583659603974</id><published>2006-06-06T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:38:44.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;either im too sad or too bored that i have no idea what am i gonna blog about next. so i'll continue crapping like ive always been doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Name 20 ppl u can think of at the top of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. the girl at the ben&amp;jerry's scoop shop with the butterfly earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. vicki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. matilda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. sylvia the little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. steffi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. zhiyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. gareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. mr. kevin ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. jiayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. erwina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. adora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. yanling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. suxin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. jinxian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. sharon ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. the man in my head who never existed in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are more than 100 images of the people i miss every single second. 20's not enough. :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rockCLIMBING (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you be if you never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wouldnt be so racist today. hahaha.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;mistook 1 for 11 :X &lt;/i&gt;i won't be what i am today. i would have died without sabrina by my side.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;20 never existed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yes. she bought me notes. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no. kang's better for steff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;vicki is the dearest girl ive met. and she feels guilty for not studying. temper runs short. she's scary. but i love her still! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha how can my dear boy not be? lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he's so cute i can run 1000km just to see him again. (if my stamina permits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the animal family, yes. im part of it. ((: ahh my lovely chickeedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;over the moon. i like her even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language does 15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;english. ((: chinese = greek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rif. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16 is 16 now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;last thurs. just before the KL thing. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's 2 favourite band/singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dunno. :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 7?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;love to! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i guess so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kevin? ng? or something else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we're never serious. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school does 3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lovely tjc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she's practically my soulmate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen no.1 naked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lemme seee. have i? have i? have i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ahhh sabri's conservative. ((: LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;actually my week hasn't been too bad. many made my weekend good. i did quite abit of shopping. caught up with the one i haven been seeing since march. and staring intently at my books practically everyday. and im really wondering if anything's sinking in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;suppose to be studying with bobby chickeedy at duckie's place . ahhhh )): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and im starting to go head over heels for "At the Beginning" by Donna Lewis and Richard Marx, hahaha. i dont know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;ok well forget it. i need some kind of discipline. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114958583659603974?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114958583659603974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114958583659603974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114958583659603974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114958583659603974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/06/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114907979211603584</id><published>2006-05-31T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T05:22:25.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rock. rock. rock.</title><content type='html'>i'm falling in love with everyone and everything in the rock climbing club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind my hands and legs being scraped.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind the cuts and bruises.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind the sore at the ***** area.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind getting flappers and whatsoever even though they hurt a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not with any other randomly wealthy people.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to KL with the rock climbing team.&lt;br /&gt;i want to climb natural cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting all over me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm utterly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never fail to miss out any overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;first, pahang.&lt;br /&gt;now, KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the rock climbers.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the girls.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the madness in rcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sad. i really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, ben&amp;jerry's will not do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i need to engage in something the next few days to get my head off the fact that im not going to KL with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have been erwina's buddy for the KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;i could have been the one who's busy packing up her haversack for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have had the time to be blogging right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it cause' i cant go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is. its just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have fell while going up the stairs. i was such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate clumsy self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love tpjc's rockclimbing club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the fellow j1 climbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/j1rccgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the J1 female climbers. &lt;strong&gt;piggy, chicky, bobby, goosy, winny, ducky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/rockgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;girls will always be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/j1pumpfesters.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pumpfest'06. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;wait till i get hold of more pictures from bobby, my farmer cum caretaker. ((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden is the all-time favourite. and this song just started to ring in my ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Crash and Burn"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You're caught in a one way street&lt;br /&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;br /&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you can't face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there has always been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;And when it's over you'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;You'll breath again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;br /&gt;To tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114907979211603584?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114907979211603584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114907979211603584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114907979211603584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114907979211603584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/rock-rock-rock.html' title='rock. rock. rock.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114883707866237180</id><published>2006-05-29T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:24:38.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dear girl.</title><content type='html'>this is an official post to announce to the world that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAZREEL LOVES LEE ANN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's such a sweet girl i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whenever i think of LEE ANN, i never fail to smile. she's SO SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how could i graduate without knowing this dear girl. she's such a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwww.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114883707866237180?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114883707866237180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114883707866237180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114883707866237180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114883707866237180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-girl.html' title='the dear girl.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114883467392059421</id><published>2006-05-29T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T09:44:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thisweirdboy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zip says:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i love weird ppl who love weirder ppl that loves ppl who are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zip says:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;its confusing enof to be confused by a confusing person..but have u ever tried to confuse a confusing person by confusing him with confusing words that will even confuse you who is saying those confusing words cos ure aldy confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his nonsensical nonsense the other time. now, its the weird confusion. that's the crazy boy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; oh ya. dont trust fruits too much. they almost got me killed. or was it something else i ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;madness*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114883467392059421?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114883467392059421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114883467392059421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114883467392059421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114883467392059421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/thisweirdboy.html' title='thisweirdboy.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114858620272173802</id><published>2006-05-26T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:43:58.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as i age.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the following post will not make much sense, due to being posted in a state of fatigue. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;when i was just a little girl, &lt;s&gt;i asked my mother&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;mother asked me&lt;/em&gt;, "what will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; be?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one,&lt;br /&gt;i was just a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at two,&lt;br /&gt;i grew and became less little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at four,&lt;br /&gt;i attended nursery school and had biscuits for 'recess'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at five or six,&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my school bag and hopped into the school bus after kindergarten school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at seven,&lt;br /&gt;i wet my skirt during civics and moral lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i started making blue my favourite colour because it was my form teacher's.&lt;br /&gt;i disliked this girl so much i made her cry. (just because i was her group leader and i refused to collect her flimsy purple plastic file.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eight,&lt;br /&gt;i was in primary two.&lt;br /&gt;my class photo was taken by the pond in the ecogarden, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nine,&lt;br /&gt;i became a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;i got full marks in maths mcq and the class smartest girl sucked up to me for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ten,&lt;br /&gt;i became a senior prefect.&lt;br /&gt;i got freaking fat. not too fat.&lt;br /&gt;well, still, i was freaking fat.&lt;br /&gt;i was so mesmerised by the beautiful paintings and murals around the school.&lt;br /&gt;esp those near the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eleven,&lt;br /&gt;i tink sabrina got striped off her title as a prefect. (wait, did she even get through the second year? dubious.. )&lt;br /&gt;i became lanky :X&lt;br /&gt;and was less fat.&lt;br /&gt;i was still a senior prefect.&lt;br /&gt;i sabotaged the drama club's performance on Founders' Day by thinking that i was unimportant and not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at twelve,&lt;br /&gt;my best friend rachel had my hair snipped off at an unequal length in her humble home.&lt;br /&gt;psle was a matter of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;i proceeded to Temasek Secondary School with my measely PSLE T-score.&lt;br /&gt;and i graduated as a senior senior senior prefect of SHPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at thirteen,&lt;br /&gt;i became the class manager because i got sabotaged by people i haven't made friends with.&lt;br /&gt;people started hating me in school.&lt;br /&gt;i got stuck to sabrina ng huay min for the first three months.&lt;br /&gt;and we combed tampines mall after sch daily. we knew everything abt tm.&lt;br /&gt;i started getting so close to this girl, who has her face shaped like an egg/mango, in my class, despite the fact that we had pretty bad first impressions of each other.&lt;br /&gt;we were then known as the inseparable 'twins'.&lt;br /&gt;i got my first boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i began to think that my first boyfriend will eventually be my husband.&lt;br /&gt;i sank into a bottomless pit called love. (that's blindness, for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at forteen,&lt;br /&gt;i begged miss tang so hard just to allow me to step down as the class manager.&lt;br /&gt;officially, a sports captain i became.&lt;br /&gt;i did countless TAF duties alone during recess. those jumping jacks.&lt;br /&gt;and i never did remember ever seeing reza by my side during TAF duties.&lt;br /&gt;i mugged.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped netball trainings ever so often and got into a great deal of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;joined chess club for idunnowhat reason. and quit after a coupla sessions.&lt;br /&gt;i continued mugging.&lt;br /&gt;and made it to the triple science class.&lt;br /&gt;i was still with my first boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at fifteen,&lt;br /&gt;i was gawked by the fact that they threw me into a rojak class.&lt;br /&gt;i first spoke to my dearest vicki cause' she was seated next to me and unfortunately/fortunately, i needed the correction tape :X how loser-ish i was..&lt;br /&gt;formed the jie mei dang with another person.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my entire life, ive had my long hair cut. superbly short. i thought i'llbecome a boy.&lt;br /&gt;i had to force myself to pin my awful hair with skinny hairpins.&lt;br /&gt;i failed physics biology amaths so often in class tests.&lt;br /&gt;but managed to scrape through the final year exams.&lt;br /&gt;still, the first boyfriend still existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i had to start studying for the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;started off my chinese notebook by writing "A1, here i come! (in chinese)" on the cover page. how corny.&lt;br /&gt;had amaths tuition. &lt;div&gt;i was backstabbed by a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i witnessed the disband of jie mei dang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to tolerate the nonsense my tutor gives me every week.&lt;br /&gt;mugged. studied. mugged. and studied somemore. and even more.&lt;br /&gt;got miss yati to help pull me through my overall cca grade.&lt;br /&gt;i was a super senior, sports captain.&lt;br /&gt;i had prelims for the second time in life.&lt;br /&gt;my first boyfriend became my first enemy. and stopped being my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that love is all crap.&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed for the longest time throughout my entire lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;i loathe him so much.&lt;br /&gt;and lost all confidence in the male species.&lt;br /&gt;love is just bullsh*t in terms of bgr.&lt;br /&gt;i got myself back together.&lt;br /&gt;o levels.&lt;br /&gt;graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;graduated.&lt;br /&gt;on the last day of 2005, my first enemy asked if he could return to my life as my first boyfriend. you wish.&lt;br /&gt;i still couldnt get him off my puny head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;the first boyfriend cum enemy was all forgotten gradually.&lt;br /&gt;i grew oblivious to his existence.&lt;br /&gt;tjc for first three months.&lt;br /&gt;08/06 . touch rugby.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;o level results. cried.&lt;br /&gt;posting. cried again.&lt;br /&gt;innova jc.&lt;br /&gt;tampines jc.&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to let the first boyfriend remain as a history.&lt;br /&gt;and thought of not having anymore boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;im not a councillor, not a subject rep, not in the class committee.&lt;br /&gt;im just a plain normal student in 06S07 rockclimbing club.&lt;br /&gt;i sleep for barely 4 hours every school day.&lt;br /&gt;i wasted all my time doing stupid things like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;at this tender age, i could well read the time off the clock. it says '3:37AM'. and i wonder what am i doing to deprive myself of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted too much time doing stupid things. time on the first boyfriend. time on skipping netball. time on stoning. time on tving. time on having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114858620272173802?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114858620272173802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114858620272173802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114858620272173802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114858620272173802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-i-age.html' title='as i age.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114855350171219332</id><published>2006-05-25T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T03:39:06.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep.</title><content type='html'>boy am i glad common tests are over for now. halfday day break. finally. just HALF day. it kills not being able to get enough rest everyday. getting a borderline pass in maths cos i freaked and broke out in cold sweat and was akin to falling asleep ever so often. how saddening is that? don't mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was.. speechless.&lt;br /&gt;econs was.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;the results shall speak of my efforts (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumpfest tml. jittery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;extra lessons. make up lectures. great singapore sale. sentosa. meet ups. ben&amp;amp;jerrys. meiling. sabrina. vicki. matilda. sports cap camp? . study. eat. tv. msn. blog. study. study. snack. pig out. study. study. study. camera whore-ing. LOL. study.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;YANG&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIANG&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol :X ok, ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114855350171219332?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114855350171219332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114855350171219332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114855350171219332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114855350171219332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleep.html' title='sleep.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114794885382703049</id><published>2006-05-18T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T03:40:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zero self esteem.</title><content type='html'>my favourite website, &lt;strong&gt;tpjc.net&lt;/strong&gt;, is down. omg why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;head and shoulders fingers and toes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;unexplained bruises on shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;rotten fingers.&lt;br /&gt;useless toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being stuck at tile one. darn it. im so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry. sad. lost. depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114794885382703049?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114794885382703049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114794885382703049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114794885382703049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114794885382703049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/zero-self-esteem.html' title='zero self esteem.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114760039628502786</id><published>2006-05-14T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:09:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LOVE FOR ZHIYANG IS MORE THAN SABRINA'S. sab's FAKING it!</title><content type='html'>if you must insist, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SABRINA NG HUAY MIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, the pics u have there posted in your blog are &lt;strong&gt;MINE&lt;/strong&gt;. so ya, be mindful. i sent you MY ZHIYANG'S PICTURES which JAZREEL took using JAZREEL'S CAMERA. so naturally, u're just helping me to spread the good word of jazreel's love for zhiyang. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on! EVERYONE NOES I LOVE ZHIYANG BEFORE U DID. U ONLI WANNA SNATCH HIM AWAY FROM ME COS OF &lt;em&gt;*ahem ahem ahem*&lt;/em&gt;. whereas, i'm carefree and can have my time and energy spent on MY ZHIYANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN U KNOW THAT IM ZHIYANG CRAZY. omg ure such an idiot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/IMG_9360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a picture of me and that idiot, SABRINA NG TAU POK. don't question my love for him. it runs deep within. you're just superficial la. LOLLLLLL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_____________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rushed to mjc on thursday after gp essay test at 6pm. changed out of my bus driver uniform and slipped into the factory worker's. bickered with sabrina all the way from the time she saw me till the time we got into the cab. people must have been wondering what were those two idiotic meridians doing in tpjc's compound. stupid idiot sabrina took yeesam's file thinking that it was mine. my file is&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; lime green&lt;/span&gt; pls. :X she made me carry extra crap in my bag. all thanks to sabrina's blurness and absolutely goondu-ness. and haha i saw cat. well. zhiyang made my day. totally. &amp; i was this close to getting his signature. arggg so sad ): LOL. nonetheless, a great way to break into the long weekend. zhiyang is just&lt;strong&gt; so very cute&lt;/strong&gt;. im drawn to him. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up late for climbing at tanjong pagar. prorastinated but stil went climbing in the end. walked two huge rounds around tpjc. lugged harnesses ATC climbingshoes from school to the bus.. to mrt.. all the way to tanjong pagar. wina and i tailed 3 fellas. miraculously, we arrived at climbadventure without help from anyone else. stoned and felt sad on the chair. but got down to climbing after wallowing in self pity :X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maths lecture. maths test results. argh. met VICKI &amp;amp; boy am i glad i (probably) managed to surprise her. LOL. im still wondering if u're not wanting to meet me but &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; instead. ok anw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VICKI!&lt;/span&gt; I HOPE U LIKED MY LITTLE THOUGHTS. (: keep the redemption coupon! I PROMISE U THAT IT'LL COME TO REALITY ONCE IM EARNING BIG BUCKS. hehe. trust me la! anw, hope u liked the cake too. fond memories it brings, doesnt it? whatever it is, LOVLOVE ALWAYS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to meet crazy sister at orchard. had a ball of time. i was this close to getting a birki subsidised. LOL. and too bad i couldnt find my bag and wallet. nvm, JUNE SAN, NEX TIME I'LL GO OUT WITH U! AND u should know what to do. ((: LOLLL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i almost forgot about my intended agenda in blogging today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SABRINA NG ADMIT IT. and dont do such things anymore again. i love zhiyang and u know it. hahahah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;oh btw everyone. i screwed up my chinese orals, as expected. SIGH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what utter disappointment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY TO ALL GREAT MOTHERS IN THE WORLD! AND I LOVE MY MUM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u love ur's too, don't u? :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;JAZREEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;ZHIYANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114760039628502786?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114760039628502786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114760039628502786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114760039628502786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114760039628502786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-love-for-zhiyang-is-more-than.html' title='MY LOVE FOR ZHIYANG IS MORE THAN SABRINA&apos;S. sab&apos;s &lt;b&gt;FAKING&lt;/b&gt; it!'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114717079271980246</id><published>2006-05-09T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T03:36:37.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was that fulfilling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOTHER TONGUE&lt;/span&gt; oral coming up this week. i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my chinese teacher this afternoon : "Lao shi, wo men.. wo men.. ne ge.. ne ge.. kou shi hor.. zai when ah? ne ge.. ne ge.. "&lt;br /&gt;"jiu shi zhe ge xing qi ah. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;, ni yao duo shuo dian hua yu." and yes, he was sniggering away. &lt;strong&gt;in my face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think im still trying hard to convince my friends that i can "speak chinese".&lt;br /&gt;"ehh weimin, this is a perfectly correct chinese sentence i know!"&lt;br /&gt;*weimin listens closely..*&lt;br /&gt;"wo de ming zi jiao chen mei xing"&lt;br /&gt;*laughs!* "wrong la! wo de ming zi SHI chen mei xing. it's wo jiao chen mei xing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont't see why my chinese is not improving since im attending and attempting my chinese tutorials fervently. hahaha. i do my chinese hmwk ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember myself speaking my own mother tongue language in such a weird tone. monotany? mandarin now seems like a total foreign lingo. liu lao shi would have been so disappointed if she sees me speaking in such manner. i need to eat more &lt;em&gt;chao fan&lt;/em&gt; (fried rice) to curb the &lt;em&gt;ma ling shu&lt;/em&gt; (potato) in me. aww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss 4E. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i can go bang my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; mother tongue oral's this week. econs test nex week. maths test today. surprise bio sh*t. i cant identify cells under the microscope. wth parenchyma collenchyma sclerechyma (sp?). chemical bonding. redox. econs common test. intensive climbing. no to KL. zhiyang this thurs. gp essay test this thurs. pe. gp. gp and more gp. china china and more china. i grasp no concept on sequences and series. PW is fun time, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink im getting a new tech gadget. trigger-happy! ((: YES YES YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for perfect viewing, pls change your web encoding to Unicode (UTF-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions to doing so: above toolbars --&gt; view --&gt; encoding --&gt; (UTF-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up, i need to let everyone know this one thing. just this one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我的名字是陈美杏。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我叫陈美杏。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;这个星期考口试。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hello my dear boy, i really wonder how long do you take to type out your mother tongue homework blog just to appease that teacher of yours. 3 strings of words already killed me. hahaha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stepping away from this blog, i shall do this once again. well, its a once a year affair, so here i go. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO VICKI CHAN HUI QING, TOTTO.&lt;br /&gt;陈惠清 ！ 我爱你！ 祝你生日快乐！ 哇！！！ 你已经十七岁了！&lt;br /&gt;hey dearest VICKI! a happy happy happy happy birthday to yiou! i apologise for not being able to celebrate this special day with you. haha. wad's a birthday without me right? :X ok anw, i hope u did enjoy ur birthday! like finally, WE'RE ALL SEVENTEEN! aww poor matilda. haha!&lt;br /&gt;we're getting on with age, arent we. terrible. no matter what it is, i want YOU to know that, I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU. okokok?? nvm the tests and exams. we'll conquer them all at the end of the day. definitely!! and let loose ya? DONT FEEL GUILTY FOR NOT STUDYING ON UR BIRTHDAY! this is YOUR BIRTHDAY! (: once again, i thank you for being so direct(even thou it hurts me at times). whatever it is, TAKE GOOD CARE AND WE SHALL MEET UP SOME DAY AGAIN OK? i still remember u telling me, "i feel that its ok remaining silent when its just the two of us. i will very uncomfortable when there's silence when im among other pp!" awww man... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO AND U KNOW IT! SMUAKS!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114717079271980246?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114717079271980246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114717079271980246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114717079271980246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114717079271980246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-that-fulfilling.html' title='it was that fulfilling.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114697857016680689</id><published>2006-05-07T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:09:30.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>save the girl.</title><content type='html'>i'm not appearing offline. cause this time round, i dont even bother signing in to msn. i'd rather stone in front of my blog than to do so in front of the msn contact list. im not gonna bother myself with people who're online. its the weekends. im tired. and im terribly annoyed by the entire rote learning thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday : GP test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday : Maths Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday : CLIMBING! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday : GP Test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                  : &amp; OMG ZHIYANG!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday : let me rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love snow peas ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114697857016680689?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114697857016680689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114697857016680689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114697857016680689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114697857016680689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/save-girl.html' title='save the girl.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114690945412070044</id><published>2006-05-06T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T03:00:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tactless?</title><content type='html'>hail the weekends? i dread its arrival. arghh. heaps and heaps of work waiting to be done. test after test. worst of all, im lazing thru my weekends. isnt it a time to rest!! )): i havent done anything all day. NOTHING AT ALL. &amp;it's already mid day. this is terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with sab vic and mat yest! FINALLY! saw adriano again. haha. i was wishing he could morph into zhiyang. LOL. wishful thinking. i need to go climbing starting nex wed no matter what. ive got tonnes of school work to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i love going to school. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;im &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;the five letter word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; once again,&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;younoewho&lt;/b&gt;. ((: FRIENDS FOREBAA! lol &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love gorgeous babes. urgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/melissacow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114690945412070044?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114690945412070044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114690945412070044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114690945412070044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114690945412070044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/tactless.html' title='tactless?'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114649816216382885</id><published>2006-05-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:42:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>february; for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;----------FEBRUARY BABY --------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________&lt;/div&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________&lt;/div&gt;im happy cos' i've got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZHIYANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; my hp. :X LOL. &amp;i noe i'm gonna die cos ive got an econs test tml. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SABRINA NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ; SOON SOON SOON. this week's not the week. so it's gonna snowball that &lt;em&gt;2 weeks to THREE&lt;/em&gt;. OMG )): MISSING EU` !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114649816216382885?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114649816216382885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114649816216382885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114649816216382885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114649816216382885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-for-me.html' title='february; for me.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114631939686551224</id><published>2006-04-29T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:09:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUAY QING YUNN.</title><content type='html'>hello sabrina ng vicki chan matilda lim. where are u girls.&lt;br /&gt;IM MISSING U DEARLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114631939686551224?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114631939686551224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114631939686551224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114631939686551224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114631939686551224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/huay-qing-yunn.html' title='HUAY QING YUNN.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114631910600892417</id><published>2006-04-29T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T06:58:26.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be. or not to be.</title><content type='html'>i've got the blogskin changed. not used to seeing it so pink and green. nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suxin said that jasmine is my clone :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/jazreelandmine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. there u go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till now, tpjc's fine. :D yay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;SIMPLE&lt;/strong&gt; life is great. 06S07 is lovely. rockclimbing is good. not being able to go to KL is shit. i need a bag. i have to stop slacking. outbreaks are totally out of this world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/jazjaslu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/jazjaslu.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/simplekids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/simplekids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/thisoldman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/200/thisoldman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST HAZELNUT! I LOVE YOU !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  get well soon darling!! IT'S UR BIRTHDAY!!! i hope u like ur blanket. haha! LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114631910600892417?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114631910600892417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114631910600892417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114631910600892417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114631910600892417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='to be. or not to be.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114624172599749573</id><published>2006-04-29T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T06:32:45.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no sense nonsense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"its nonsense tt u say what i said was nonsense..cos its nonsense to think&lt;br /&gt;tt nonsense is the same as the nonsense i say.." - Zip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. where did this chunk of nonsense come from, my dear boy? LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sheer nonsense for u to come up with nonsensical nonsense like this. love! &amp;amp;do remember to remember my chinese name. hahaa! one more time i'm referred to as a PRAWN, i'll slaughter u! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I WANT TO STARE AT YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;aweeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114624172599749573?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114624172599749573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114624172599749573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114624172599749573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114624172599749573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-sense-nonsense.html' title='no sense nonsense.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114623681186364099</id><published>2006-04-28T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:06:51.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed.</title><content type='html'>i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;cos' i'm not gonna be able to go to KL. i'm missing the trip to KL with tpjc's rock climbing club.&lt;br /&gt;reason being? my mum STRONGLY disapproves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY CANT I FREAKING GO TO KL WITH TPJC'S RCC!?!? JUST WHAT IS WRONG WITH IT LA! I WANT TO GO I WANT TO GO I WANT TO GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fair is that? when almost ALL the J1 climbers are goin, and i'm STUCK in shit singapore. I WANT TO GO TO KL WITH THEM SO BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY SAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why. why why. ))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114623681186364099?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114623681186364099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114623681186364099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114623681186364099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114623681186364099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/depressed.html' title='depressed.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114587365168954975</id><published>2006-04-24T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:14:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Monday. cursed. everyday.</title><content type='html'>today is the suay-est day in my entire life. nono. i've been down on my luck eversince. and boy, it hadn't changed abit. not a single bit to the better side. i'm still unlucky. ridden with all the badluck. if life goes on like that, i'm gonna die soon. this is not working. this life is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a sprained ankle. and ouch. a brusied thigh and finger. headache and what so ever nonsense. i've received bad news today. not exactly bad. i dunno what is going on la. LIFE IS SHIT. IT FOOLS YOU. well, maybe it's just me. just my pathetic life. sabri oh sabri.. maybe its time, ryan. ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to skip rockclimbing this entire week, and i may not even get to go on the overseas trip with the RCC. darn. i shouldn't have fell down. i want to go. i want to go. i want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my slipper snapped. it was raining. i was drenched. my bag is freaking heavy. i had to drag one foot and hobble with the other. ryan was not even with me. i've got chinese compo and a test tml. im dead beat. i need that someone. hello hello, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is damn crap. for a minute it may have meant that things were going positiively well for you. the next moment, you're thrown aside like nobody's business. well, its not that no one cares. God does. my sister does. she bothered to bring a pair of slippers and a brolly for me and fetched me home. i was all deserted and lost at an unknown block. stuck with my slipper strap that snapped. even my slippers chose to give up on me. i am so sad. i am really really sad. all i had was Nikko, the super glue, who was quite useless and didnt help much.lugging my bloody bag, dragging my feet DOWN THE STAIRS pretending that a girl with sprained ankle was all fine on that freaking bridge smsing shit. I NEEDED HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVEN THE SLIPPER HATED ME&lt;/strong&gt;. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this life. its SCREWED UP. I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AREN'T THINGS GONNA GET A LITTLE BETTER!? &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT. TOTAL BULLSHIT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY LIFE IS ALL GONE. GONE. GONE GONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina, i hate it. the feeling's weird. THIS IS INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's a complete fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's gonna happen to me tomorrow? I DONT DARE TO THINK. there's no tomorrow for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CARROT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KIWI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BANANA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; it's time i do something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan ryan where are you. omg my screwed up life. ryan. ))))))))): stop PT-ing and come talk to me. i hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114587365168954975?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114587365168954975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114587365168954975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114587365168954975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114587365168954975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/black-monday-cursed-everyday.html' title='Black Monday. cursed. everyday.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114573042381888159</id><published>2006-04-23T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:27:03.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sucks.</title><content type='html'>had an xray done on my ankle this evening. the doctor at sgh was such a gay. yuck. good night. im all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me with 1100 words. sheesh and i need to decorate the locker. urggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114573042381888159?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114573042381888159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114573042381888159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114573042381888159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114573042381888159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/sucks.html' title='sucks.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114561233356859279</id><published>2006-04-21T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:39:28.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look at this SABRINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f88b8b" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. sab's 40% girlish and 60% boyish. together, we're 100% girlish &amp; 100% boyish. no wonder no wonder.. no wonder.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 72% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a very happy person. Generally, you feel content and that all is right with the world.Occasionally, you have a down day - but you have the ability to pick yourself right back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i know why i'm still trying to walk out of that shadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S ICE CREAM CRAP QUIZ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Brownie Batter Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/brownie-batter.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've been known to lick *everything* clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #98fb98" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Mexican Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/mexican-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spicy yet dependable. You pull punches, but people still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f0fff0" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 12 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic. im 12. DAMN :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114561233356859279?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114561233356859279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114561233356859279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114561233356859279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114561233356859279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/look-at-this-sabrina.html' title='look at this SABRINA'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114554061934847538</id><published>2006-04-20T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:43:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darn it.</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. i need to rest. im freaking tired of doing the shit PI that takes up ALL OF MY TIME. i have no time for everything else. I AM SO FREAKING TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe my CT called to tell me that he just found out something from Singtel that is now causing me to waste all my life on my shit PI again. i need to edit it, AGAIN. i have a thousand and one copies of PIs that are different. editing one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's close to 100 hours devoted to shit PI. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i feel like going for a tan. LOL. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114554061934847538?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114554061934847538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114554061934847538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114554061934847538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114554061934847538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/darn-it.html' title='darn it.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114554669467816707</id><published>2006-04-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:24:55.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost for words. LOL.</title><content type='html'>look at this : &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/EGOshit.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, im not jealous or whatsoever. why should i be? im just tickled. who in the world says that: "sorry gals im taken" it isnt as if you're SO VERY WANTED :X&lt;br /&gt;u're the shame of all men. and sorry, you're an utter disgrace to all kenneths.&lt;br /&gt;im wasting all my time doing this because of idunnowhat. i cant believe that you were once my boyfriend. and i actually wasted 42months of my life on a pile of shit like you? omg. )): sadness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/EGOshitttt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its annoying to be called 'sista' by an idiot who's not even worthy to be my brother. and he keeps bugging me for goodness sake. im not lying! i promise! IVE STOPPED WANTING TO TALK PEACE WITH AN ASS LIKE HIM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE KEPT BEGGING ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HELLO KENNETH LIM, I NO LONGER CARE IF U HAVE A STOMACH ACHE OR AN ORIENTATION OR WHATSOEVER. THAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. and its not even my problem if u're FINALLY taken. if u're proud, oh, den good for you. remember..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"DON'T BOAST THE LOVE YOU HAVE, BECAUSE YOU DONT EVEN LOVE ENOUGH TO BOAST." - JAZREEL; PATRICK'S WIFE; ZHIYANG'S CRAZY FAN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you are uber. LOLLL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;where's your sense of shame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh JOKE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114554669467816707?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114554669467816707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114554669467816707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114554669467816707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114554669467816707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost-for-words-lol.html' title='lost for words. LOL.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114527186761051279</id><published>2006-04-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:04:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMO .</title><content type='html'>xin yan mentioned something this morning which i found particularly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys are selfish. They don't love you. They just want to own you. Then when they've found someone else, they don't give a damn about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos, xy being such a nice girl will not say things like "damn". well i'm so much into paraphrasing. all thanks to PW. i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW IS KILLING ME. 10 HOURS OF EFFORT WENT DOWN THE DRAIN IN 2 MINUTES. THANK YOU FULLSTOP BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114527186761051279?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114527186761051279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114527186761051279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114527186761051279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114527186761051279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/sumo.html' title='SUMO .'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114512366737853583</id><published>2006-04-16T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T10:54:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to chance upon RONIN` .</title><content type='html'>omg. i've seen them. i've heard them. i'm totally sick of them. who are they? RONIN`.&lt;br /&gt;holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;i see them on a monthly basis. this is damn bad. i dunno wanna see them. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN - TJC ORIENTATION NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;FEB - TMS !SMASH'D&lt;br /&gt;MAR - INNOVA (on my 2nd last day, UNFORTUNATELY i HAD to see THEM)&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;APR - TPJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt this uber cool. darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114512366737853583?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114512366737853583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114512366737853583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114512366737853583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114512366737853583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-chance-upon-ronin.html' title='to chance upon RONIN` .'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114508233909242566</id><published>2006-04-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:25:39.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bug.</title><content type='html'>i seriously dont trust you. and i dont give a damn. stop wasting my time with your shit. i wont even try to be nice to you. just get out of my sight, you skunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL POKE YOU WITH THE PEN AND LET THE RUST POISON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm those are 2 different matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont misunderstand me. im nice. YOU'RE JUST A FREAKING LIAR. YOU SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys cannot be trusted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;SHIDA,&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;IM SERIOUSLY SORRY FOR FORGETTING YOUR BDAY LA! )): I'LL GET U MILOBARS TOO? IM SORRRRYY. DONT ANGRY LE CAN? FORGIVE ME PLSSSSSSS. SOBSSSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Early in the morning, I put breakfast at your table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 一夜都没睡但我　不曾如此清醒 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我早餐准备了你　爱吃的东西 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;这次换我等你被咖啡　的香味叫醒 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;想要找回每天早晨　对我微笑著的你 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;还能够　做些什么代替我的歉意 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;总是望著我　小心翼翼 顺著我呼吸 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;而我竟然理所当然　让你精疲力尽 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were my superwoman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;安静的在身边　无条件给我　梦寐以求的温柔 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am only human &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不能失去你 Ooh—Babe--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You fought your way through the rush hour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to make it home just for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;月光下静静靠著彼此　只求夜长一点 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有多久没有好好看你　只是认定了我 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;无论在什么时候回头　都有你的笑容 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是我忽略了你也会有　想要哭的感觉 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;没有一种付出应该永远心甘情愿 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;再给被宠坏的男人最后一次机会 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;换我忍耐换我等待　不要真的弃权 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(---Baby)是我把爱想得太简单&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 以为只要我存在就能让你取暖 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;心裏唯一的superwoman没有人能代替 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不能想像更不能原谅这样让爱化成　灰烬 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you feel it in your heart and you understand me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STOP right where you are, everybody sing along with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like this song. cos zhiyang sang it at the finals. LOL no la. this song holds a certain significant meaning. it's just.. special. i was just thinking.. &lt;em&gt;if only.. if only..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay nevermind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114508233909242566?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114508233909242566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114508233909242566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114508233909242566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114508233909242566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/bug.html' title='bug.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114476065144225845</id><published>2006-04-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T06:04:11.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kevin ng.</title><content type='html'>"all civics tutors please go down the line and check on your students.send those students out if they are not following the school rules. "  simply put, a discipline check. i quickly adjusted my blouse so that it wont seem like 3/4 of the uniform is constituted based on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my CT walked down the line and approached me..&lt;br /&gt;exposed my brilliant smile.&lt;br /&gt;CT : orh. u go out.&lt;br /&gt;ME : go where?&lt;br /&gt;CT : out.&lt;br /&gt;ME : eh why. what i do!?&lt;br /&gt;CT : too many hairclips.&lt;br /&gt;ME : omg what shit is this?! cannot put hairclip one meh!&lt;br /&gt;CT : hahahahah! *and he walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my CT is purely rubbish. and he said that Zhiyang is not cute in my face. OMG how could he! and he went on commenting on babyfats which i thought was absolutely unnecessary. what an insult to Zhiyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so happy today. i headed to &lt;strong&gt;China&lt;/strong&gt; this morning / afternoon. and my teacher commented that the paragraph i wrote was the best. oh yay. i am damn happy. i cant believe that chunk of crap i wrote actually owned everyone else. i dont even know where on earth is my topic sentence. and i dunno where was my examples and elaborations. and she said "good example.  very good elaboration. see, her ideas flow. so this is the best paragraph among the 4 right?" omg. i cant believe it. :X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sabrina. hello hello sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11TH APRIL 2006 WAS QUITE AN EXPERIENCE. ok byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYLVIA HO JIA EN, I SUDDENLY MISS U LOH. haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114476065144225845?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114476065144225845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114476065144225845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114476065144225845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114476065144225845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/kevin-ng.html' title='kevin ng.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114455828921986558</id><published>2006-04-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:12:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE ZHIYANG</title><content type='html'>this is the link to &lt;a href="http://www.tpjcian.net/tan_mei_xing_jazreel/"&gt;JAZREEL'S personal tpjc webpage&lt;/a&gt;. LOL. it used to look like .. ok and example : &lt;a href="http://www.tpjcian.net/gu_kaiyi/"&gt;this girl's webpg &lt;/a&gt;(other than the fact that the name is different. ohh and i had a sword instead of a ship.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ ihavent started on my hmwk. XIAO YUAN SUPER STARR! oh and ive got rahman his gift. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ryan, 630 tml. at the table ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114455828921986558?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114455828921986558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114455828921986558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114455828921986558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114455828921986558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-zhiyang.html' title='I LOVE ZHIYANG'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114451434294313132</id><published>2006-04-09T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:39:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOH ZHIYANG ((:</title><content type='html'>im finally done with 1/4 of my homework. i am going to die. look at what i did to the wallpaper of the desktop :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/400/thisismadnesspls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dont get a shock please. it's just my motivation to do my work. LOL. i think im being extreme.. but nvm it doesnt matter. i know the craze is fading. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;eh sab, i missed the chance to see zhiyang. omg. why.  ))))): UBER SADNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw i have tonnes of tuts waiting to be completed. why am i flooded with work? i really wonder why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reading log   ,    econs test   ,   chem tut   , maths tut   , &lt;s&gt;screw&lt;/s&gt;bio tuts   ,   bio notsoveryusurprising test   . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg. did i miss out anything?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;OH AND I CONQUERED ROCKY 1 aka KIDDY PALACE! YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!   &lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POO MEILING, ROCK CLIMBING IS SO FUN CAN! JUST JOIN ME LA! NO REGRETS TOTALLY. (((((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;off to bed or off to do tuts? i think im going to dieeee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG I WANT MY IPOD SHUFFLE TO WORK AGAIN. SHIT YOU. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE ZHIYANG. YAYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114451434294313132?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114451434294313132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114451434294313132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114451434294313132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114451434294313132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/oooh-zhiyang.html' title='OOOH ZHIYANG ((:'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114431962458746622</id><published>2006-04-06T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:35:51.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUCH RUGBY! BLACKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;omg. spe programme for my class :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;h4&gt;i cant believe it. hahahahah! OMG do u know how happy i was when i learnt that im gonna be playing TOUCH RUGBY again!?!? i cant contain my happiness. AHHHH! GILBERT, IM GONNA SEE U AGAIN!! IM GONNA TOUCH AND FEEEL YOU! dont you miss me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TOUCH RUGBY. lol. thou i suck at it, i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tuts to chiong. friendster is cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya and cheers to ZHIYANG! hahahahaha! so random, i noe. :X &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114431962458746622?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114431962458746622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114431962458746622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114431962458746622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114431962458746622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/touch-rugby-blacks.html' title='TOUCH RUGBY! BLACKS!'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114399755762308089</id><published>2006-04-03T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:12:23.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAHAH ZHIYANG SO CUTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="ZHIYANG! JAZREEL LOVES U!" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/121952380_b964d509c1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more? haha! OOH YOU'RE CROWNED THE CAMPUS SUPERSTAR! why you so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABRINA NG WE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN PICS WITH HIM THAT TIME HE IS SO CUTE CAN! SO CUTE LA CAN! SO CUTE!!! OI SABRIIIIIII!! SEE LA! WE TAKE WITH THAT RENFRED FOR WHAT! EH I LOVE ZHIYANG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZHIYANG SO CUTE !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOO WHOO BABY WHOOOOO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L-O-V-E !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok id better get a hold of myself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today is MY PEA'S BDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU KENNETH PEA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU! WHEEEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I WANNA WISH U A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I NOE IT WAS YEST( 2ND APR). ive typed my sms and all.. den i realised.. i dun have your HP no. ! this is crappy la! but YOURE NOT FORGOTTEN. TOTALLY NOT! I LOVE YOU TOOO! MUAKCSSS! psst! when are u gonna give me my HUG huh!! (((: WHEEE!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114399755762308089?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114399755762308089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114399755762308089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114399755762308089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114399755762308089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/wahahah-zhiyang-so-cute.html' title='WAHAHAH ZHIYANG SO CUTE!'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114389711220830233</id><published>2006-04-01T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T05:11:52.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premium Facial Tissue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your IQ score is 126!&lt;br /&gt;You've got a very experiential way of learning and a strong mathematical mind and you have mastered the art and science of precision. That's what makes you a Precision Processor. For you, life is a series of equations. Your brain is naturally predisposed to intense mathematical acuity, so it's second nature for you to cut to the heart of an issue, to discover quick solutions while others get bogged down in unnecessary details. This allows you to communicate a variety of ideas to other people, so don't keep it to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i remember ryan telling me that Sharon from his class.. has an IQ of &lt;em&gt;icantrmb &lt;/em&gt;what. and i only scored 126. alamakkk. no wonder she can afford to doodle and doze off beside me during chem lectures. and to piss me off at the same time with her funny antics. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POUR - LL says&lt;br /&gt;:i dun understan why.. u see ah.. if nuclear charge is higher hence higher IE cos greater attraction.BUT if the nuclear change is heavy.. im sure cos its an element further down in the periodic table. which means the size will increase. NO so since the size increase, IE will decrease. BUT i tot the nuclear charge is higher?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i cant believe i discussed chem over msn :X&lt;br /&gt;XIAOMOO SAVED THE DAY! mooooooooo i bring u to the field on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tuned in to westlife today. oh heavens. westlife oh westlife. now i know why we should all know the lyrics to the song we listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You never gave me the chances to show that i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You should have called me when you were lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when you needed me to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I should have seen it coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I should have read the signs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, i guess it's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can't believe that i've been fooled again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I thought this love will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How was i to know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You never told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLO YOU, POO MEILING!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think i wanna join INTERACT CLUB. are u in it too? WHEN ARE THE DAYS TO INTERACT? lol. and what do u pp do there?:X nothing else but interact.. right? ((: a pity we arent cut out for  tennis, eh? LOLLL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread mondays tuesdays wednesdays thursdays. going to gp class is akin to going abroad. damn it. say no to china. OH NO gp ):&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just another crappy online quiz :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're snap happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can tell that a people person like you follows the rule that it's not possible to take too many photos. We can just see you snapping away at wild parties or family gatherings, and if you have children or pets we just know that you have &lt;strong&gt;snaps of them from every conceivable angle&lt;/strong&gt;. (so very true). Your desire to communicate with people probably means that you have a lot of phone numbers on your mobile, and that not many of those numbers get neglected. In fact your idea of Hell may be being cut off from all forms of communication for a weekend, unless you were with someone really special of course…Your impulsive nature may get you into a few scrapes every now and then, but we bet that you always come up smiling at the end!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114389711220830233?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114389711220830233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114389711220830233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114389711220830233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114389711220830233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/04/premium-facial-tissue.html' title='Premium Facial Tissue.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114382229281363264</id><published>2006-03-31T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:24:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still POUR-LL-ING</title><content type='html'>it's time for me to take up a more practical cca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to stop dumping balls through nets. instead, im keen to climb rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's beginning to stink with endless tutorials. never will i complete them unless i smash the computer. im tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a wilson bag to stare at pls. a &lt;font color="red"&gt;red&lt;/font&gt; one will do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;h1&gt;HELLO SHAHIDAH.&lt;/h1&gt; I MISS U LIKE CRAP. &lt;br /&gt;ask urself, "where is the book!" haha. i love u woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114382229281363264?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114382229281363264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114382229281363264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114382229281363264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114382229281363264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-pour-ll-ing.html' title='still POUR-LL-ING'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114371953787200720</id><published>2006-03-30T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T03:53:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pour down.</title><content type='html'>the picture following this entry is posted because of several good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; : i've got POO MEILING with me in tpjc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO &lt;/strong&gt;: BIRD! and that's me in the &lt;em&gt;BUS DRIVER'S UNI&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; : life in tpjc is still pretty smooth sailing. and i hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; : there's &lt;em&gt;something*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt; TO LOOK AT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASRI&lt;/strong&gt;, if u're reading this.. pls &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scrutinize&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the pic &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;(it's always good to listen to me.)&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/DSCF0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/DSCF0714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i look fine in green. i'm getting out of netball. YUCK. (((: no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;if i like it, i'll stay. apparently, i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not about paper chasing. live once for real. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114371953787200720?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114371953787200720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114371953787200720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114371953787200720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114371953787200720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/pour-down.html' title='pour down.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114339195132692805</id><published>2006-03-27T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T08:52:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SABRI oh SABRI.</title><content type='html'>this is some kinda sh*t adobe randomness i did. and i took a particular liking for it.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite a classic, isnt it? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/117281873_e83a424552_o.jpg" width="500" height="735" alt="Loved&amp;Missed." /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-off to sleep. and i wonder who i'll see &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;... (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114339195132692805?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114339195132692805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114339195132692805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114339195132692805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114339195132692805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/sabri-oh-sabri.html' title='SABRI oh SABRI.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114339107492299323</id><published>2006-03-27T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T08:46:56.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you, oheight-ohsix.</title><content type='html'>12.28 a.m. i ought to be in bed right now. i cant believe im gonna wake up at 545 tml just to get to school to do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i koped a pic from sylviaVIA's blog. (((: i miss cg08/06 too much. sighhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;do all of you miss me too? sobs. instead of donning the dirty green uniform, im gonna be in the fluorescent green uni from tml onwards for the nex 2 yrs. no more tms uniform. booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is. 08/06, i hope u can hear my silent cries. iloveu girls and guys so much despite the short period of interaction. i had alot of fun. APLENTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" alt="cg08ohsix" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/118183020_b852efb8d8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYL LEFT BIRD OUT! well.. nvm i love bird lots! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIDINA CHOO YU ROU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARIANNE ANASTASIA DE ROZA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u two ij girls are helluva fun. i miss being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hayden&lt;/span&gt;, i kinda miss your gayness. LOL. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;and there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; the red hed archie.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;angeline&lt;/span&gt; the guniang woman.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;xinyi&lt;/span&gt; the nice nice angel.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;darren&lt;/span&gt; the totallycoolOGL.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chuck&lt;/span&gt;'s little nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent really spoken to &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;eric&lt;/span&gt;, the westernized northling who complains on basically every little thing easterners do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MATILDA&lt;/span&gt;, i miss you, you know? it's been so long since we last met. I MISS YOU SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;vicki&lt;/span&gt;, im sure we'll meet up again if time permits! let's just hope all our training days will stop crashing. when are the spastics meeting up again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;separations are difficult to deal with. totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114339107492299323?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114339107492299323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114339107492299323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114339107492299323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114339107492299323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-you-oheight-ohsix.html' title='i miss you, oheight-ohsix.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114327548569180696</id><published>2006-03-25T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:31:25.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed.</title><content type='html'>damn you TPJC. damn you. so what if ive gotten a c6 in english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about equality of man? GO TO HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114327548569180696?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114327548569180696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114327548569180696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114327548569180696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114327548569180696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/screwed.html' title='screwed.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114313753522665872</id><published>2006-03-24T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:12:15.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is the 24th of March 2006.</title><content type='html'>i need to disciplin myself. i have to bath the moment i return home from school. apparently, i dot do so. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2am and i'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's keith's bday. so well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEEF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;can u pls send me the photos!? pls dont tell me u've deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan, we shall start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doing that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starting from next week. i will stop procrastinating. ((: and the waffle is not nice. hello, show me your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it a crime to love?&lt;/strong&gt; (or fall in love, for that matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you don't deserve to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because you don't know how to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't know how to love something;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let alone someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being random. hmms. 24th March was supposed to be a special day for me. im not too sad. oh four years ago? ... this is crap. look at me four years later from then. thank goodness i'm still doing fine. i survived, fortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABRINA WHERE ARE YOU! I CANT BELIEVE ONE YR PASSED LIKE THAT. IT WAS THE ANNUAL TRACK&amp;FIELD MEET TODAY LAST YEAR. everything seemed so yesterday. sabri, i cant forget. how? i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114313753522665872?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114313753522665872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114313753522665872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114313753522665872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114313753522665872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-24th-of-march-2006.html' title='today is the 24th of March 2006.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114303835748448120</id><published>2006-03-22T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T06:39:17.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired. im not too sure if its school that is killing me. i've got the tpjc uniform. and it looks like the bus driver's. how cool is that? hmms. at least i dont appear to look like a factory worker! (HAHA SABRINA!)&lt;br /&gt;06S07 is good. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met vicki today. and i miss her so much. wonder how are the rest doing.. cg 08/06.. matilda.. bird.. grandchild marianne.. imran.. javin.. i miss &lt;strong&gt;XU LAO SHI&lt;/strong&gt;. omg. i want to be back on the field. hello touch rugby? &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gilbert, i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114303835748448120?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114303835748448120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114303835748448120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114303835748448120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114303835748448120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114287401263220193</id><published>2006-03-21T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:00:12.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADRIANO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/115346215_58afb3ab1d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="ADRIANO WE LOVE U!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE OUR SUPERSTAR, ADRIANO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  you didn't manage to get into the next round not beacuase u cant sing. its just that UR SUPPORTERS ARE NOT AS RICH AS THOSE, &lt;u&gt;AHEM*&lt;/u&gt;. well. we know YOU'RE THE BEST ! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting to mediacorp was such an enjoyable experience. ok i'd better go to bed now.. i dont wanna end up running to school tomorrow like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEMASEK IS PROUD OF YOU, ADRIANO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU'RE OUR CAMPUS SUPERSTAR&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114287401263220193?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114287401263220193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114287401263220193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114287401263220193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114287401263220193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/adriano.html' title='ADRIANO!'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114271260326189308</id><published>2006-03-19T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:10:03.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Hilda's Primary School is more than perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;This post is in response to SABRINA NG HUAY MIN.'s dated 18th March 2006 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest Sabrina, seems like u havent forgotten about those days back in our alma mater. neither did i. eh i really envy DANIEL BEY cos he owned a camera back then in that era and i didnt. AWE. i havent got a single picture which looked as wonderful as those 2 brothers on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Primary One started off fine. to summarise, i 'found out' that my favourite colour was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (bcos that was my form teacher's. ((: ) erms.. shamefully, i pee-ed in my pant, (rather, my skirt) cos i was too frightened to ask for permission during Civics &amp; Moral Education. CME in SHPS is really different from those in the other schools.  ST HILDA'S IS A GREAT PLACE TO NURTURE AND GROW. it's like.. the shelter house of God. absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. St. Hilda's encourages little kids like us to study hard by awarding us with the simple things we did, such as learning of our spelling &amp; dictation.. mental sums quiz every week.. also not forgetting the classic event, BOOK READING to the reading mums and dad. SURE THING MAN SAB, RMB I TOLD U I PASSED OFF AS THE READING MUM AND SIGNED THE BOOK ON MY OWN SO THAT I COULD EARN MYSELF THE SILVER BADGE?and blardy, I CANT FIND IT NOW.  i had a difficult time trying to come up with book titles authors and the outcome of the story.  sadly, i was not driven enough to fabricate 100 more tales so that i could get my BIG NAME printed on a nice piece of paper, which is simply known as the certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we, too, have class publications yearly. i guess the school is trying to spur the kids in writing. in addition, upper primary kids usually take part in the New South Wales Examinations. what a stressful environment right?? (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, do you remember the KOI POND back then? i clearly remember myself peeking into the pond in search of a tortoise every morning. what an interesting lifestyle i lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to refresh our memories my dear friend, YOU WERE A GOONDU WITH BODOH SPECS. and erh, i was A FAT KID :X  pictures say a thousand words. i shant elaborate any further....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about your school bus sabrina, mine was THREE. and my bus uncle had a cute name : ANG TENG HOON. urs doesnt. i can call my bus uncle ANG KU KUEH SAURUS. u cannot. ((:&lt;br /&gt;now we get to the honorable teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind about those seasonal games like five stones and zero point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trend back then in St.Hilda's Primary : "RINGGGG!!" - end of recess. practically EVERY SINGLE BODY IN THE CANTEEN SREAMS AT THE TOP OF THEIR VOICES LIKE THAT WAS GONNA BE THEIR LAST. unfortunately, according to my sister who's still schooling in SHPS, they CANT yell, or they'll have to stay back for detention or whatnorts. all they can do now is to STONE. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. the bookshop in SHPS is like a ja-palang store. if u havent prepared a gift for ur friend's bday? fret not. the bookshop has WRAPPED crappt presents. the vendors are really smart at earning little kids' pocket money man. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone ever forget &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR. ANDREW SOONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? he was like a father to us. constantly monitoring our academic improvements, and he's real serious when it comes to discipline. He's not one man we should try to fool around with. cos' he reigns.  i vividly recall the rocket-shaped pencil case he carries around. and the group awarding system. and PERSONALISED STICKERS for us on CHILDRENS' DAY! omg, it's been a long time since i last celebrated childrens' day. Secondary school sucks. they dont even bother when it comes to Youth day. well, i havent got a clue which date is Youth Day exactly on anyway. back to the MAN. i think i've seen him shedding tears before. well, he actually chased Kok Yi out of the class when he wrongly accused him of changing seats with Bernice. and Mr.Soong apologised (if i'd not remember wrongly) to Kok Yi. See? a man of principles. OH YA. i learnt how to play BLACK MAGIC from him (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISS. YIO LEE KENG&lt;/span&gt;, aka YANG MEH MEH. i havent got much impressions of her left in my little brain. pardon me. all in all, she's a wonderful teacher. well, how did u think i managed a PASS in HMT!!! WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MRS. YVONNE CHU&lt;/span&gt;, the woman who constantly reminds us of GENETICALLY MODIFIEL STRAWBERRIES and FISHES. and was warning us that we may evolve into a monster someday. how enriching.. she CA pronouce ALGAE correctly. and she's the only one who can do that. (say  : AL - GEE; not AL - GAY). this lady conducts combined science remedial for 6/9 and 6/6 every sat (if im not mistaken..) MORNING. (zzz) and she has this special spot in the meeting room called.. "CIRCLE OF &lt;em&gt;somethingwhichicantrmb&lt;/em&gt;" . whatever it is, she calls clarence, ICHI-MAYO. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, how many of us can actually remember the supposedly irritating man, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MR. LONG HIAN KUM&lt;/span&gt; aka LONG HONG KONG. he floods us with tonnes of maths Qn which are purely out of this world and we had to complete them within a stipulated time. sickkk. he is one psychotic maths teacher. nonetheless, i thought the &lt;em&gt;tiger&amp;elephant&lt;/em&gt; method pretty interesting(actuallyit's just the TRY&amp;amp;error method). amazingly, he's back in SHPS after slogging his little ass in Poi Ching.. -.-" i reckon SHPS has a lovelier environment... oh ya. he calls clarence the little boy in the bathtub with his rubber duckie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarence&lt;/strong&gt; was like.. the joke of the class. haha. no teacher would not poke fun at him.. i really wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now to the not so very significant &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MRS. YAM&lt;/span&gt;. she teaches us MUSIC :X . one special trait about her : she greets the class by singing "GOOD MORNING BOYS AND GIRLS" in the sickening high pitch of hers. and WE, a class of 40 had to reply her in eeeky tones "GOOD MORNING MRS YAM. "  music lessons were pure crap. lol ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as for me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MRS JOSEPHINE TAN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISS ZAHIRA&lt;/span&gt; were impt as they were i/c of the school's drama club. yes, i was in the drama cub. i cant act for nuts. dont ask me why i was there. anyway, all i have to say is. they're nice and i had a ball of time trying to convince them that i sucked at acting and ended up being i/c of the stupid tape recorder. and for a period of time while my club mates were practising for the upcoming Founder's Day, i was just stoning there and meddling with the not very techy gadget. and guess what. i did not appear on Founder's Day itself to play that shit recorder. :X i din noe i was supposed to. seriously, i got ticked off mannn. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can i forget, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISS JOCELYN TAN&lt;/span&gt;, the ferocious tiger of SHPS. she hounds us like.. a tiger, yes :X . she was my CME teacher in Primary.. Four? anw, she's a goooooood CME teacher. inspiring in one way or another. however stern she may seem, she definitely is one nice lady behind those killer frowns and yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of remember &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISS. JILL PNG&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. HILDA'S holds annual MINIFOOD AND FUN FAIR . how many other school out there actually derive as much joy and fun like US, HILDANS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, IM REALLY TIRED. IT'S 4:05 AM ,19TH MARCH. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sabri its all ur fault. why did u write about shps. i got so enthu that i dug up all my old stuff and started snapping away with the cam and forgot that i had to do my tutorials. THIS IS SICK LA! ))): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. im not done with my blog entry on my alma mater. (((: shall continue some other time, with PICTURES included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. AND I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT 630 &lt;s&gt;TML&lt;/s&gt;LATER. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114271260326189308?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114271260326189308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114271260326189308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114271260326189308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114271260326189308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-hildas-primary-school-is-more-than.html' title='St. Hilda&apos;s Primary School is more than perfect.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114241534860026773</id><published>2006-03-15T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:36:09.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more baby. no more.</title><content type='html'>it's a wrap for make up lectures. yay. i've learnt new stuff. it's such a relief to learn that my time spent during the holidays didnt go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i found chatlogs that've been hidding within the depths of the hard disk since forever. and i saw alot of kenneth's. lol and SHEENA, i had a good laugh at how you always reply to kenneth online. it was damn hilarious and they make ALOT OF SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now u know how jazreel felt la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she felt a hundred times worse ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenNERD Wherever u are, whatever u do, whoever u are with. I will be right here waiting for u says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jus need help to get over her la made my decisions already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so theres no need for u to seek help anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;kenNERD Wherever u are, whatever u do, whoever u are with. I will be right here waiting for u says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;need help not to tink of her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go out and sit and think abt smth else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not abt her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spend time alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenNERD Wherever u are, whatever u do, whoever u are with. I will be right here waiting for u says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can get her out of my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leave ur friends out of all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;kenNERD Wherever u are, whatever u do, whoever u are with. I will be right here waiting for u says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really ah goin to break down liao i'm goin bonkers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i thought ure like super savvy? super smart? know what to do one?how come now like that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenNERD Wherever u are, whatever u do, whoever u are with. I will be right here waiting for u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thank you for that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont need to thank me. i said alr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its up to u to realise it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenNERD Wherever u are, whatever u do, whoever u are with. I will be right here waiting for u says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not goin into another relationsHip anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenNERD Wherever u are, whatever u do, whoever u are with. I will be right here waiting for u says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just keep to urself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not talk to anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do whatever u like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just spend time alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not bother anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love wine. white wine. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go out for lonely walks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tell me. how can anyone not love sheena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BROKE A RECORD! i stuck to my seat in LT1 for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4hrs 30mins&lt;/span&gt;. i did not even go to the toilet. i was glued to the chair. and i made a new friend!! WAHAHAHA! well, i spent 4hrs trying to blog. it was an uber LONG entry. but well. forget it.. sheer nonsense. i got tired and i chose crapping over the phone with sabri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;SABRINA NG HUAY MIN YOU SUCK.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sab: eh u online ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jaz: ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sab: eh eh i going online later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jaz: so what? i dont care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i get a little cranky sometimes..((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;where is he? where is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;where is this beautiful guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who is he? who is he? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who's gonne take me so high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;does he even realise im here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who's gonna complete my world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114241534860026773?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114241534860026773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114241534860026773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114241534860026773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114241534860026773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-more-baby-no-more.html' title='no more baby. no more.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114233921837089957</id><published>2006-03-14T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T04:26:58.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teepeajaycee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/tpjcappeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/tpjcappeal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;just an evidence of my successful appeal.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. i'm tpjcian. thank you. it's still pretty sad that i got rejected by mjc. well, i would like to blog about my first official there in tpjc itself. boo for make up lectures cause i cant really understand anything (but the bad thing is.. im feeling hungry all the time!)&lt;br /&gt;and the PHOTOCOPY SHOP SUCKS. TOTALLY. im sorry if im comparing with tjc. but it seriouslySUCKS. who in the world WAITS FOR &lt;strong&gt;30 MINS&lt;/strong&gt; jst to get freaking notes and at the end of it, some pages went missing!?!?! (((: ok nvm about that. it's just two years, i tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. the LT smells bad. given that its the FIRST time i gain entry into that place.. man. it stinks. im used to it now anyway. OMG. and did i fail to mention.. they are FLY(s) in the LT! and a MOTH! and what else? i dont know. the LT looks small.. but size doesnt matter i guess. tpjc is fine, really. response to the first lecture of the week was so overwelmed that many had to resort to sitting on the steps. (maybe the LT isnt big enough to house all of us there..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This place is damn disgusting."&lt;/em&gt; - Ryan, aka XIAOMOO. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lecture ever in tpjc : MATHEMATICS H2, FUNCTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;ok i dont wish to go too deep into the details of the teaching and the lecturer herself, of course. she is rather eccentric. and im gonna tolerate all that by myself tml cos ryan is not going to accompany me. just a passing remark, they use OHP and transparencies. :X andd. the thing that connects to the GC is ... &lt;em&gt;idunno&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a vj reject sitting in front of my on the first day. he was wearing the banana shirt. so eyecatching. andd i kicked his ass. woot! i looked at him with utter disgust ,"why the heck is he wearing the vj tee. so siah-suay." (well, i wore the tj's orientation tee to tpjc today. lol so i reckoned, he probably is a proud reject of vj, just like jazreel who's rejected by tjc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this noticeboard that is named/under the management of &lt;em&gt;AH POK'S NOTICEBOARD&lt;/em&gt;. so cute. on that board outside the pathetic photocopy shop, has plentyy of notes left behind for tpjc's campus superstar contestant, Shermaine(?). ok it doesnt really bother me. anw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SAW ADRIANO'S PIC ON THE CAMPUS SUPERSTAR POSTER TOO! lol. ADRIANOOOOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Lecture (Day 1) : CHEMISTRY; MOLE CONCEPT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive only a few stuff to point out with regards to the lecture which hypnotised me into lala-land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lecturer pronounced &lt;em&gt;Phenol &lt;/em&gt; : PEE-NOL. well ryan and i assume that it ought to be FEE-NOL instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u noe Avogadro's Constant? 6.02 x 10^23 ? gracious. the lecturer says "six times ten to the twenty three". what on earth is &lt;em&gt;six times ten to the twenty three&lt;/em&gt;. 2 simple words like.. "power of" ain't that difficult to mouth, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ryan and i got so bored during idunnowhich lecture yest.. and somehow, we ended up talking about how late i bathe. we the started writing to each other eventhough we were next to each other. -.-   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what i have on the paper : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jaz doesnt bathe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i do. but at a later time. &lt;u&gt;I still bathe&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;like ten years later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at least &lt;u&gt;I still bathe&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know we're being kiddish. so what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RYAN, IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF COS I DREW A BEAUTIFUL COW ON THAT FRONT COVER. ((((: WAY NICER THAT YOURS OKAYY. (btw, my cow looks bald. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel hungry so very often. how... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ryan, buy me food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! i spotted an ANT on my table today. sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and i missed cg 08/06's outing today. i miss you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one thing that i don;t like about tpjc. U IDIOT SCHOOL WASTE PAPER! SAVE THE EARTH LA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't take a fancy to those who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WASTES PAPER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;PLS DO NOT WASTE ANYMORE PAPER!! SAVE MOTHER EARTH! &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h1&gt;HAPPY BRITHDAY GLENN BOY!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114233921837089957?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114233921837089957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114233921837089957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114233921837089957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114233921837089957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/teepeajaycee.html' title='teepeajaycee.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114218063056452716</id><published>2006-03-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:23:50.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO SUNDAY .</title><content type='html'>look at YAMI ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. what a delicious name. the virtual dog is GREEN cos I LOVE GREEN and, HONEYDEW YAMI YOGHURT IS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. wayy better than mac's fan-tastic burger. (that doesnt make much sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, today's a great day. ((: my mum's got me something from the IT show. and i had alot of fun with nintendo ds. haha! sizzler is yummmmie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. eventhough i had alot of fun today, i never fail to remember my friend, Kenneth KHX (note : this is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; Kenneth LHL), who is facing some kinda problem and having a tough time having to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, kenneth :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;heyyy pea, i apologize for the fact that im not gonna be of any help regardless of what i say, because im not the one going through all that. i will never know how u're feeling and i will never know how complicated some things may seem. but pea, i really want you to know that YOU ARE NEVER ALONE! and since u've left it all to God, have faith in him, ok? He'll lead u through your path in life, no matter how difficult things may seem. the pain and torture that u're going through may seem too much to bear, but i am sure that things will be better tomorrow. the dark clouds will clear, and the sun will shine. i know there is nothing that i can do to help make you feel better, but i'll remember you in my prayers. and i do believe that God answers prayers. dearest, don't give up, cause God loves You. and I love You too. and pea, friends never forsake you in times of need. We'll never do that. no matter what happens, you know that we'll always love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you,&lt;br /&gt;nut. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;well, wishing all of you HAPPY HOLIDAYS while i slog my little brain out in tpjc's LTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello tpjc, i thought it's the HOLIDAYS? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114218063056452716?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114218063056452716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114218063056452716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114218063056452716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114218063056452716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-sunday.html' title='HELLO SUNDAY .'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114198622339130201</id><published>2006-03-11T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T08:03:40.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE, THANK YOU JESUS! </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Don't sign the letter. You will come back to ij on monday to cancel the transfer cause' u love ij." - some kinda sentence that Gareth told me in school yesterday morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really love ijc. but i've grown to be accustomed to it. the environment and all.. but i still do feel foreign in the extreme north, woodlands. i shouldn't have made friends there in innova. i didnt really know if i wanted to be OUT of ijc cause' i couldnt bear to leave you guys. absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am out of innova. and im now transferred into tpjc if some of u havent realised. well im sure tpjc will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jaz : "is tpjc fun?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shida : "you make it fun."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this period of time when i was down&amp;amp;out, i praise God for giving me such wonderful friends. friends who are always there to lend a listening ear and a shoulder for me to cry on. i apologize for having to worry you guys while i was up on the emotional rollercoaster ride. but dont u guys ever worry, cause' i treasure my life just like i treausure you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and indeed, everything happens for a purpose. every chapter of our lives are like little lessons learnt. &lt;strong&gt;GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE ALL THESE WHILE.&lt;/strong&gt; i know i am never alone. He'll guide me along my journey in life. God, thank you for giving me a life to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. make up lectures start coming monday. goodness, MONDAY. while everyone's spending their holidays like crazy monkeys.. i wonder where i'll be slogging my little brain out. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TO SABRINA :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;dearest, it doesnt matter where we're seeking education from. mjc or tpjc. because sabrina, i will never stop loving you(you know that). and thank you for being there when i was so lost and felt that life was not worth living. i'll remember every little thing you told me. well darling, separations are bad. but dont you know, we may not be together physically, but we're always together spiritually and mentally. ((: we will always be. ALWAYS. okayy? i miss you dear. and sabrina, dont give me that rubbish about waiting till June, i want you to put in your best effort. OK? i said &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;! dont take the alternative route. I ALWAYS BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN DO IT! SO HAVE FAITH IN YOURSELF! dont tell me all those stuff and turn a deafening ear when i'm throwing them back to you. BECAUSE DARLING, YOU HELPED ME WALK OUT OF MY DESPERATE TIMES, AND IM TELLING YOU, IM NOT GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE. I NOT GONNE LET YOU WALK ON WITH LIFE ALONE. WHEN YOU'RE TIRED AND FEEL LIKE STOPPING, I'LL DRAG YOU ALONG. IF YOU STILL REFUSE TO MOVE ON, I'LL CARRY YOU THROUGH. EVEN IF IT MEANS CARRYING YOU ON MY BACK UP THE MOUNTAINS AND ACROSS THE SEAS. I PROMISE. because YOU WERE THERE. so I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to SYLVIA :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING! YOU'RE 6TEEN!&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for believing in me! YOU are the reason as to why i found my direction! &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SYLVIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no matter how life draws you of your strength and vitality, never give up. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause' life's not too bad. it's wonderful. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wheeeeeee shopping! LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM A HAPPY LITTLE GIRL. (((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114198622339130201?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114198622339130201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114198622339130201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114198622339130201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114198622339130201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-things-are-possible-thank-you.html' title='&lt;h3&gt;ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE, THANK YOU JESUS! &lt;/h3&gt;'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114183384747779053</id><published>2006-03-08T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:04:07.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sit up straight.</title><content type='html'>i've been really down on my luck lately. ok. maybe not just recently.. shall i say.. after i broke up with kenneth? it's been four months i guess. none of you know how lousy my shit life is. it's a total wreck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. that idiot cheated on me. &lt;br /&gt;2. preparation for the O levels was absolutely crappy. &lt;br /&gt;3. O Levels were shit. &lt;br /&gt;4. Holidays were worse off. &lt;br /&gt;5. C6 in english. &lt;br /&gt;6. Innova. &lt;br /&gt;7. MJC cancelled the netball trial.&lt;br /&gt;8. i was informed of my 0.01%. thanks alot meridian. &lt;br /&gt;9. i got whacked on my face by a freaking floorball. &lt;br /&gt;10. and i hate the fact that the moron is leading such a wonderful life with an ideal learning institute in mind. damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everything that happened, i cried my life away. seriously, i could have just kill myself if i was that fragile. my shit life is totally not worth living. im just wasting oxygen that's depleting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for as long as i was in tjc, i enjoyed every single second and minute of it. simple 2 months, but it meant everything. TJC IS EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;1. i love the tjc spirit. &lt;br /&gt;2. i love og4. &lt;br /&gt;3. i love cg 08/06. &lt;br /&gt;4. i love delta.&lt;br /&gt;5. i am proud to be a deltan.&lt;br /&gt;6. touch rugby. &lt;br /&gt;7. crazy OGLs. &lt;br /&gt;8. fruits for every break.&lt;br /&gt;9. swimming.&lt;br /&gt;10. i had my triple jump and earned myself a painful ass. &lt;br /&gt;11. and i'm lovin it in tjc. &lt;br /&gt;12. O night. &lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Xu Lao Shi&lt;/i&gt; told me "life is like a &lt;i&gt;Ku Zi&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;14. in tjc, everyone cares. we are one BIG FAMILY. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;no orientation will rock the house like the way tjc does. i heard that O2 is not as good as the first. all you vj rejects, TJC is the best. don't ask for too much. appreciate the fact that you're there. if its THAT bad why dont u pp give up your vacancies so that we, tj rejects, have another chance? why? BECAUSE VICTORIA DOESNT WANT YOU. LOSERS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply love TEMASEK JUNIOR COLLEGE. no one can understand.. cos u were not there for the 1st 3 months. worse, ure not rejected. ask ying jie. he knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[alden] memories, not reality says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tj is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u dont believe how unlucky i've been. read the following.. it is a summary of what happened at mjc today. SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sit up straight. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mjc called me up for netball trial yest. i went down to mj early. den 1/2 hr b4 the trial. they called to tell me that the trial is cancelled. so i went to the general office and ask if my appeal is under academic and not cca so that i still have a chance to get in. and the admin said that ME, a 14 pointer has onli 0.01% of getting in . i was so damn sad. worse, i was on the verge of crYing so i decided to leave mjc. just as i was walking.. i was thinkin of how unlucki i had been.. c6 in eng.. innova.. shit.. who knows. i was jst walking past.. suddenly a floorball flew and whacked me hard on my face. i cried immediately OK. i am THAT UNLUCKY. i laughed at how unlucki i am. i cried at how unlucki i am too. i bet the guy was damn scared cos i kept claiming that i was fine but i was crying away. i was merely walkin by. everyone else walked by.. there were many pp arnd.. but I HAD TO B HIT BY THE BALL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;seriously, dont mix with me anymore. i dont wanna pass my bad luck to any of you. goodbye.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114183384747779053?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114183384747779053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114183384747779053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114183384747779053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114183384747779053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/sit-up-straight.html' title='sit up straight.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114174163370789660</id><published>2006-03-07T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T06:27:13.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please mjc. please.</title><content type='html'>i really want to be out of innova. i want to be in meridian. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it will be.. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114174163370789660?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114174163370789660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114174163370789660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114174163370789660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114174163370789660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-mjc-please.html' title='please mjc. please.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114164452934388112</id><published>2006-03-06T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:17:54.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>innovaDAY. I AM A CHAMPION!</title><content type='html'>today was &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; EVENTFUL(as summarized by ROLLAND)! orites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met MY ONLY FRIEND(ROLLAND) who is going to INNOVA with me on the FIRST DAY of school! caught the 7am bus. amazingly we had quite alot to talk about. haha, busy complaining about being posted to ijc i guess. i cant believe that i was actually exhilarated for the fact that im heading to INNOVA!! anw, the journey took forever. GUESS WAT. never in my life have i bumped into an incident whereby a woman accuses a man of molesting her. HAHA. MY FIRST TRIP DOWN TO WOODLANDS BY MYSELF (and ROLLAND OF COS!)IS SO FUN FILLED! anw, the woman went on rattling NON STOP; accusing him of touching her or wadever. for as long as she was complaining, no one in the bus gave a shit. I LAUGHED LIKE MAD.. haha NO ONE CARES IF SHES BEING MOLESTED! &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE FEELS SAD ENOUGH COS WE HAVE TO HEAD TO WOODLANDS SO EARLY ON A MONDAY MORNING! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride was disgusting. wepassed by hectars of land that are being wasted by those planted trees. i wonder why the govt complains of insufficient land all the time. I SAW A PALM PLANTATION AND THOUGHT I WAS IN MSIA (: blardy bus was going a 10km/h man. SO DAMN SLOW. to make things worse, the bus jerked with retarded spasms. im certain that any sick child on the bus would have vomitted right at the bus driver's face.&lt;br /&gt;rolland and i were TOO TIRED FROM STANDING. we took a sit at the steps(back door) and kept ourselves occupied with small talks and mp3s from his PSP. OMG THAT BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE STONED TO DEATH. got on the CAUSEWAY. i dont frequent the CAUSEWAY btw. there were CRAZY JAMS OK. well, we found out that there was an accident thou. i was taken aback. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i started missing my close friends. ): all those that i see daily in tjc.. esp matilda and vicki.. ): i want to be there in teejay with you girls. ahhh well well.&lt;/em&gt; i think my hp bill is gonna soar sky high cos ive been smsing NONSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolland said the bus journey to innova reminds him of pahang camp (reason being, we saw a railway track. and thought it was the rail that leads to msia. gawd noes, it was actualli the MRT track. HAHA.) ryan told me GG when i told him i was still stuck in the bus at 8am(supposed to reach innova at 730). blardy! i saw MANDAI! I SAW THE DAMN ZOO! reckon i can go for ben&amp;jerry's in the zoological gardens in near future (IF i decide to stay put in IJC). agriculture shit. MEGAHUGE 'plantation' man. well, i guess 45cents for a trip down to WOODLANDS is pretty cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 90mins on the bus... FINALLY NO MORE GREEN PASTURES! BUILDINGS MAN! it's as if it's the FIRST time im seeing light! ROLLAND AND I SPRUNG UP FROM NOWHERE lol. then i though again, "OMG, IM AT WOODLANDS ALREADY?!?!" truth be told, i was. "EYE OPENER", said rolland, MY ONLY FRIEND. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg. ijc has a stupid camera that points DIRECTLY at the gate. sian to the max. i think being late there is a common affair. i really wonder how many latecomers do they have to deal with daily. this is terrible. HAHA. well, for once in my entire life, i AM late for school. to make things better, we were late for ONE HOUR . LOL. well, i saw the teenage actress who acted in 'I not stuipd 1'. her name is CHERYL. she is in innova jc. so if anyone of u out there dreams to be her bf, go to INNOVA! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes yes. in case in fail to mention, i am in trible/clan WALLAWALLA; and trible/clan WAILIKI. (yes sab, stop laughing. it's damn nt funny ok.) WALLAWALLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, innova is HUGE. as tjc claims to be the 2nd largest jc, im telling you.. NO CHANCE. blardy INNOVA IS SO DAMN BIG. had mutiple talks and crap sessions by the DM, VP, some shit bitch, and subject combi shit talk (AGAIN!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Innova is NOT a reject JC. Give Innova a chance." - VP of ijc.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. sure thang man. give &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; a chance. i agree to the fact that it is NOT a reject jc thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i emphasize : NOT A REJECT JC. INNOVA IS &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;. to the UBER max. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she added, "All of you are an asset to Innova. I am glad to see that no certain school is dominant here in ijc. This shows diversification and i like this uniqueness."&lt;br /&gt;ok shut up. so much for &lt;em&gt;diversification&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, im so glad that school starts at EIGHT in innova. cool shit. but still that doesnt make a difference to me. come on. i stay in TAMPINES. i took 1hr 30mins to reach school. don't forget that alright. ok i made new friends there in IJC! wheeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;1. Clarence - LOL. he looked damn familiar.&lt;br /&gt;jazreel: hey, were you from tj?&lt;br /&gt;clarence: how u noe!&lt;br /&gt;jazreel: cos i've seen you in tj. wad clan? wad cg? &lt;em&gt;wad wad wad... blah blah blah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;jazreel: OMG. did u cry when u found out that u were posted to INNOVA?! i cried like MAD la!&lt;br /&gt;clarence(calm and cool) : i thought this is just gonna b part and parcel of life. afterall 2yrs only ma.&lt;br /&gt;there you go, FIRST friend in innova. well,he doesnt intend to stay there. he s way desperate than me. ive only appealed for mj and tpjc, but he is appealing for.. TJC(failed) AJC SAJC NYJC MYJ and gawd noes how many more jc. (well, if it's part and parcel of life, why in the world are u appealing to SO MANY JCS!? ) &lt;em&gt;sometimes we just cannot undertand&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gareth (pronounced as Gareth, as in GARETH GATES) - Riverside Sec Sch guy.&lt;br /&gt;gregarious boy. he was trying hard to convincie me to stay in ijc when he learnt that i wasnt intending to stay there for good. he entered innova thru DSA (Badminton). my goodness, he was filling me in with absolutely EVERYTHING about ijc. i guess that was good. i heard that the teachers are wacky. and the labs are real cool.&lt;br /&gt;"time to buy the school uniform la jazreel. i can lend you my pe shirt tml."&lt;br /&gt;we'll see if i'll see you again, gareth. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Vickey' (pronounced as VICKI!) - Gareth's friend.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to go about spelling his name. but i was indeed shocked when i found out that he's called 'VICKI'. i then thought of VICKI. ): i miss you. well, 'vickey' was a random friend where we spoke random stuff. it doesnt really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. rolland doesnt have a single new IJC friend cos he was stuck to tang! alamakkk rolland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spotted A THOUSAND AND ONE YOUNG TEACHERS. goooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was there in innova battling out with the ultimately lifeless spirit, i started to miss tj la. ): esp when clarence had to remind me of O1.. and blardy. we were from the same clan &lt;strong&gt;IXODUS DELTA&lt;/strong&gt; . memories.. memories.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;IXODUS BAIK! BAIK BAIK BAIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i miss everything and everyone out there in temasek jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolland and jazreel are the onli temasekians spotted there. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. statistics from innova herself; 777 are posted into INNOVA. and more than 400 of them chose innova as the 1st choice institute. arggg but innova is not even any one of my choices. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;jazreel : "OMG GARETH! IS THERE ANY PLACE TO HANG OUT HERE IN WOODLANDS!?!!?"&lt;br /&gt;gareth : "YES CAUSEWAY POINT!"&lt;br /&gt;jazreel : icic. (sadness; i think i've only been there ONCE in my entire life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******OMG CAUSYWAY POINT. WHERE IN THE WORLD IS THAT. )': ******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;there was something the VP said, that i particularly took note of; "i can feel the enthusiasm in the hall." seriously, kiss my ass if you call that enthusiasm. you should take a peek at tjc. they will ROCK YOU DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;IXO!! IXO!! IXO DYNAMITE!! i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the DM or whoever mentioned 4As and 4Ps that had close relation to innova. as i was listening to him talk crap, i incurred 4Zs. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZZZZ.&lt;/span&gt; he too mentioned that switzerland has the best government. (i dont give a shit about that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the 1st day of orientation is HORRIFIC. the cheers are a mouthful. it's just like reciting a damn long poem. i cant even recall a shit that i shouted today. blardy ijc is so dead on the first orientation day. i wonder how im gonna survive thru the rest of the days. sigh. i heard LECTURES BEGIN ON THURS. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part of A cheer that i VAGUELY remember :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i say i-n-n-o-v-a. (x3 or x4) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INNOVA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is only 5% of how long the original cheer should be. ijc's orientation is absolutely so uncool. (for the 1st day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuna sandwich that costs 70cents. and honeydew juice at 1buck. blardy. seeds in the juice. YUCKKK. and it is PRE PACKED. NOT FRESH! I MISS THE TEEJAY AUNTIE (THE ONE SELLING FRUITS! ): and i noticed how thinly sliced the fruits were. SAD SAD SAD.&lt;br /&gt;rolland and i got ticked off by a mad woman cos we ran away from the SUB COMBI TALK and headed for FOOD in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;yuck: are u fromthe 1st intake or the 2nd intake.&lt;br /&gt;r&amp;j :2nd&lt;br /&gt;yuck: then what are u doing here? arent u supposed 2b in the hall for the sub combi talk?&lt;br /&gt;r&amp;amp;j: we went for it alr.&lt;br /&gt;yuck: but the rest of them are still in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;r&amp;j : we already attended the talk in other jcs.&lt;br /&gt;yuck: what jcs were u from?&lt;br /&gt;r&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;j: mj; tj.&lt;br /&gt;yuck :oh. but do u know that not all 16 colleges offer the same subject combinations? &lt;em&gt;blahdiblah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*rolland and jazreel nodding away nonstop. ZZZZZ*&lt;br /&gt;yuck: so go back to the hall for the talk now. and i dunno hw ure gonna settle those drinks.&lt;br /&gt;*rolland and jazreel STILL nodding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the hall...&lt;br /&gt;*man approaching ferociously. * before he could say anything...&lt;br /&gt;jazreel: excuse me sir, can we know where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;man: *gives us directions*&lt;br /&gt;jazreel: wah the school is really big. how to go ah. where is it exactly?&lt;br /&gt;man: *points..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HENG AH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw we decided to go back to the hall jst in case we get caught by the mad woman again.&lt;br /&gt;so there we were. forced to go through the entire shit talk AGAIN. for the umpteenth time im telling &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, i already know what subject combi i'm going to choose. so stop wasting my time with a shit orange form and telling me what to do. leave me alone. i was thrown into your jc ok. damn you. go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt; : rolland calls the guys from riverside sec; GRAPH PAPER BOYS. (wait till you see their uniform.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on our way back to MERIDIAN; THE EAST ! THE EASTTTTT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our short visit to ijc(we ran out of school without submitting our form that allowed us to leave ijc LEGALLY for mjc for the day), the few of us (tang, rolland, jazreel, yismin, one more mj guy) concluded : "PEOPLE IN THE NORTH OPERATE DIFFERENTLY FROM PEOPLE IN THE EAST. PEOPLE IN THE NORTH ARE TERRIBLE. I SERIOUSLY WANNA GO HOME."&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if that sounds offensive to any of u out there in the nothern part of Singapore. the above is to be taken with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;i wont deny that we actually complained from woodlands all the way to punggol while making our way to mjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolland : "ijc really lives up to its name man."&lt;br /&gt;jazreel : "ya. WAIT. ijc got name meh. no one even knows where the heck it is la. LOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back at PASIR RIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tang : IM SO HAPPY WE ARE BACK IN THE EAST! OUR TERRITORY! OUR CLAN! OUR TRIBE! ALL HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and . i am damn mad at some kinda shitass innovians. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO. DONT' LOOK AT MY SPORTS CAP BADGE AND LAUGH AT IT. I AM PROUD OF IT. DAMN YOU MORONS. I WONT BE IN IJC FOR U TO LAUGH AT IF I HAD PUT TPJC AS ONE OF MY CHOICES. GO TO HELL. IF I WERE TO STAY IN INNOVA AT THE END OF THE DAY, MIND UR ASSES, BASKETS. I AM SO GONNA PWN YOU .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but then again, who says im staying? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the ijc uniform is NOT TOO BAD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IJC uni = VJC uni + TJC uni = cream + dirty green = dirty cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly. it is NOT TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well innova.. i MAY give u a chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ive already submitted my appeal to mjc. i humbly await their reply. please contact me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure many of you are wondering how the heck did i manage to remember all that happened. well, i was typing away on my hp thru the day. (: and i snapped every little shit that passed me. seriously. i guess everyone looked at me like i was retarded, but i dont really care. i felt the need to do a site survey and keep a LONG entry on my FIRST VISIT to INNOVA JC in my blog! (((:&lt;br /&gt;long awaited. FINALLY ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt; &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AZNHDFyzaNmEX"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PICTURES ARE HERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AZNHDFyzaNmEX"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;to BIDINA:&lt;br /&gt;i was in the toilet when i looked down at my skirt. and guess what i saw. the thread that is running loose on my skirt. i vividly remember you chasing me around tjc for cc's pic. LOL. you noe.. i miss you.. i miss you so. &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH BIRD!&lt;/strong&gt; )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114164452934388112?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114164452934388112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114164452934388112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114164452934388112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114164452934388112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/innovaday-i-am-champion.html' title='innovaDAY. I AM A CHAMPION!'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114147913842573655</id><published>2006-03-04T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T05:32:18.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>until we meet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;to the friend whom i never knew long, imran :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend friend, i am so gonna miss you. when i saw you on bus 12 yest morning, i felt like crying. totally. i could already feel that i'm gonna lose a friend. someone whom i've hardly ever known. we've been crapping so much online and in school. my stay in tjc was really great because of friends like you. you got bored ever so often that we'll just bother each other with rubbish online. and i'll never forget how u'll call me stupid. boo you. lol. and i can still remember how dejected i felt when i got my o level results. since then i knew i was not gonna be able to see u in school like every other day. well, at least i saw it coming. really, i never thought that i'll be missing you so much. too much mann. this is pretty bad. you're like a crazy thing in the college that i totally adored. LOL. i remember long&amp;crispy. thanks for it. (: nownow, pls miss me while i'm gonna be away. cos im never gonna forget the eccentric friend i had, YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : we're friend friend friend friend friend friend friend. we're very friend friend already. i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114147913842573655?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114147913842573655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114147913842573655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114147913842573655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114147913842573655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/until-we-meet-again.html' title='until we meet again.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114146712758387597</id><published>2006-03-04T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T05:13:06.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>champion? go and die.</title><content type='html'>NRIC :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S89*****B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAN MEI XING JAZREEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;The results of your application are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Posted Institution : &lt;strong&gt;INNOVA JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Name : &lt;strong&gt;INNOVA JUNIOR COLLEGE (SCIENCE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Course Code : &lt;strong&gt;37S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;If you are posted to a JC/MI, please report to the JC/MI on 6 Mar 2006 at 7.30am. If you are posted to a Polytechnic/ITE, an enrolment package with the relevant enrolment details will be sent to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to apply for a transfer to a particular course, you should approach the institution concerned directly. The institution concerned will inform you of the outcome of your application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i'm going to even bother myself with innova jc. i'll love to take a look at it thou. afterall, it's NEW , not LOUSY. but REALLY FAR. it's in WOODLANDS. woody. 21 CHAMPIONS WAY. dont play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked when i found that i was posted to INNOVA. no one knew where in the world that was. i felt so looked down upon when i told others that i was posted to innova. i am so ashamed. totally. i duno wad's wrong with innova. but honestly speaking, who ever heard or even bothered about a jc that is only 15 months old. not like i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one will know how terrible i felt yest. imagine, almost all your CG mates made it into tjc. even those we had to leave were posted to reputable institutions like MJC, SAJC, ACJC. and blardy. i was posted to INNOVA. im not even sure if it's known as IJC. boy do i feel like killing myself. i'm sure many heard of how stupid i was by NOT choosing tpjc during jae. i was that lazy / dumb / over confident / i dunno wad / i couldnt b bothered with tpjc. now look, i'm so desperate to be accepted into tpjc if mjc refuses me. that pathetic. i landed myself in a terrible fix. burnt ass. absolutely. go ahead, call me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab : you're right, i slog in a mugger's way. i am a mugger. maybe i shall study in a different way in future. (: well, i am not gonnna leave u behind like this. i'm going all out for the appeal. i just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i am going to appeal to mjc and tpjc (i already did). i tink i'll drag rolland into ijc with me on monday.. den we'll run out of the school tgr aft taking a good look at it. and head to mjc for appeal. LOL. appeal ready? ever ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, it's goodbye to &lt;strong&gt;TEMASEK JUNIOR COLLEGE, CG 08/06 , TOUCH RUGBY, DELTA, 30CENTS BREAD , SWIMMING MASS PE, OG 4&lt;/strong&gt; for me. i keep those memories close to heart. i did not even appeal for tjc despite all that letters i've begged for. thanks to mjc which lied to me. orites, that's beside the point. i thank God for granting me such a wonderful stay in tjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicki : yesyes, we did form our chiasmata, didn't we? and girl i'm gonna miss you bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda : you slacker. (: please continue calling me. i'll miss u bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keith : omg u terror. stop lying ok? i will miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan : i hope we end up in the same college. we will, wont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james : i will remember you like how u told sab to rmb u. i promise i will. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bidina : all the best in vjc. (: i really hope to see you soon, dirty kukuBIRD! I MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marianne : skinny grandchild, when will i see you again? take care please. i miss you dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else in cg08/06 and og4 : missed&amp;amp;remembered. ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* matilda * vicki * jazreel * bidina * marianne * sherlyn * jocelyn * yik ka * esther * adeline * michelle * talia * sylvia * hui lan * samuel * keith * han wei * jin hui * william * hayden * all cg04/06 pals. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nownow, im going to appeal like mad. sylvia, i tink i found a certain direction. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERIDIAN JC. TAKE ME IN PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114146712758387597?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114146712758387597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114146712758387597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114146712758387597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114146712758387597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/champion-go-and-die.html' title='champion? go and die.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114131298784585251</id><published>2006-03-02T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:23:07.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's raining? drizzling i guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/1600/raining.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing showers. terrible. my sister has to diss me off by turning the switch OFF by MISTAKE. benefit of the doubt. damn it ok .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rather taken aback by the fact that the cut-off points for jae this year is so horrifically &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;low&lt;/em&gt;. however you put it. anyway i'm not gonna go through my thoughts to start typing another heartwrenching entry. i feel like killing myself. i want to kill you. and i shall do so without anyone knowing. shit happens. but whatever it is, please bless me. i really hope that i'll be posted into somewhere inviting. not RJ, VJ or even TJ. cause sad to say, im already a tj reject. unfortunately? well, i expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, ALL THE BEST to those who'll know their posting results tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my doubts about believing in luck. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well russ, i'm not kiasu. i simply need to seek shelter before rain falls. (: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/raining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;testimonials, letter of recommendation, appeal form, and plenty of phamplets on temasek poly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im gonna pee in my pants. how the heck does that help? i dunno. whatever it is. tml it shall be. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE LORD, PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont ask of much. honestly. i cant.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114131298784585251?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114131298784585251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114131298784585251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114131298784585251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114131298784585251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-raining-drizzling-i-guess.html' title='it&apos;s raining? drizzling i guess.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114087637074553803</id><published>2006-02-25T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T06:06:10.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a FEVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot, burnt, and &lt;em&gt;snazzy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm chao ta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm being random.&lt;/span&gt; R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys..&lt;br /&gt;realize that the girl holding onto u is &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt; in their own special way.&lt;br /&gt;The way she laughs..&lt;br /&gt;The way she sleeps..&lt;br /&gt;The way she loves you..&lt;br /&gt;The way she tries to please you...&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She can always walk away and up,getting someone else who can love her more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For all you know,there is someone out there wooing heralready,but she is rejecting,a maybe perfect love for her..&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;strong&gt;might also be someone out there..who is willing to love her more than youare lovingher&lt;/strong&gt; now,fufill her every need and &lt;strong&gt;love her asmuch as sheloves you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that.&lt;br /&gt;Girls have a huge guilty concience....&lt;br /&gt;imagine this, guys.&lt;br /&gt;When you are holding her today...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then you cheat on her by huggingand kissinganother gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then you run back to her...and u do the same&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;but you see love in her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you feel the hurt?Can you feel the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUILT &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves you not because you are good looking,have money,buy her things,make her parents happy,or that you have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She loves you for who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your every touch, every word you say, everythingyou do.&lt;br /&gt;Guys.Cherish and appreciate your girl.&lt;br /&gt;Don't break her fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;She is the only one who can love you that way.&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna regret letting go of that special girl you have.&lt;br /&gt;For everything she has done for you, the leastyou can do is to give her unconditional love as she has given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, u can go and die if you still don't realise the importance of showing a wee bit of appreciation. after all those doubts u had about her.. after thousads of times of self reproach.. that is the least u can do. because at the end of it, after all that you've done, an apology doesnt mend her broken heart. and you only have yourself to blame. so stop being an ass. regreting kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, sometimes girls have no control over relationships. guys just love treating girls like dirt. &lt;em&gt;wrong? i question that. &lt;/em&gt; and if you think that you're a damn hot casanova, by all means go. your wrong attitude will destroy you just like how u'd tortured that poor girl mentally. afterall, she was only sixteen years old. she was only me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerk bastard moron idiot nitwit goondu. go and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114087637074553803?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114087637074553803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114087637074553803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114087637074553803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114087637074553803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-got-fever.html' title='i&apos;ve got a FEVER!'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-114035711397333937</id><published>2006-02-19T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T05:51:54.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(((:</title><content type='html'>birthday celebration this year was absolutely marvellous. as compared to past years, this is by far the MOST PLEASURABLE one. it was probably the companionship. finally a change after having him beside me for the past 3 years. well, he never fails to wreck my birthdays every year too. so i guess it's good not having him around. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a summary of 17th feb :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ice cream + short day at school + 'happy birthday's + SMSes + presents + fish&amp;co. + friends + sakae sushi + family + ice cream + cake + everyone else who remembered = THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER IN FOUR YEARS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th feb was a total bang. but, 18th was purely crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is the world falls ill on the day after their birthdays? the morning of my first official day as a seventeen year old kid was spent in tjc, sunbathing and trying to scream my lungs out as it was the &lt;em&gt;annual road run&lt;/em&gt; in tj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/roadrun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i call a group of students; minicookies. look at how 'happening' the event was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had sausage mc muffin for breakfast. returned home. slept. woke up. prepared myself for !smash'd. headed down to pavillion to meet the ultimate &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; pair, KEEF AND RYAN. watching them play pool is hilarious. seriouly, YOU TWO LOOKED RETARDED. (: WHO IN THE WORLD PLAYS POOL LIKE THAT. had dinner at delifrance. !smash'd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i came up with &lt;strong&gt;an overview of !smash'd&lt;/strong&gt; while chatting with james:&lt;br /&gt;because i believe. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather b singing God's praise than to b jammed with crap music which i totally dunno how to appreciate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, the venue was good. but it's probly too big. i couldnt properly watch a performance without straining my neck and eyes. then again, i don't bother.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sprained my ankle. plonked into bed the moment i returned home. i was TOO SICK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up this morning : fever + body aches + i cant utter a word = im dying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok wadever. bb. imrunningafever mind you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-114035711397333937?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114035711397333937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=114035711397333937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114035711397333937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/114035711397333937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='(((:'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-113975323854838004</id><published>2006-02-12T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T06:07:18.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you.</title><content type='html'>YOU DESERVE NOTHING. THAT WAS SHEER LUCK. WAIT TILL LIFE COMES FALLING DOWN ON YOU IN THREE YEARS. WE'LL SEE HOW FAR UR PROMISE FOR MARRIAGE GOES. U ARE SO NAIVE. DAMN YOU, SERIOUSLY. DAMN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else who gave me incesssant support during these couple of days, THANKS ALOT. AND I'M BEGINNING TO ACCEPT REALITY OR AS SOME MAY CLAIM, FATE. WELL, THAT WAS ONE HELLUVA JOURNEY THAT ALMOST GOT ME KILLED. BUT FORGET IT. THERE'S NO OTHER BETTER SOLUTION THAN FACING THE PROBLEM ITSELF. WITH A POSITIVE MINDSET OF COURSE. SO TO EVERYONE OUT THERE, I'LL TRY MY VERY BEST TO STAY IN TJC. BE IT AN APPEAL CASE OR WHATSOEVER. BUT IF TJ STILL REJECTS ME.. WELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL JUST MEET RYAN AT HIS HDB AND COMMIT SUICIDE TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. NO LA. I'LL JUST GO WHEREVER I'M POSTED TO. SOMETIMES WE JUST CANT GO AGAINST FATE OR WHATEVER U CALL THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO'VE PERFORMED EXCEPTIONALLY WELL IN THIS EXAMINATION.. WE OUGHT TO GIVE THEM GLORY. ABSOLUTE ADMIRATION. THERE ARE SIMPLY TOO MANY TO BE NAMED.. SO.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/span&gt; YOU'VE PWNED ME IN O LEVELS! -.-" . I'LL CONTINUE TO PUT IN EFFORT.. SO THANKS FOR BEING THE INSPIRATION. THOUGH IM STILL SO HURT BY THE FACT TT IVE GOTTEN THAT 'SIX'. IT'S NOT THAT IMPORTANT AFTERALL. BECAUSE THROUGH THIS ALL, I SAW WHO WERE THE ONES THAT REALLY CARED AND BOTHERED THEMSELVES ABOUT ME. I LOVE YOU ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HONESTLY, I'VE GOTTEN OVER IT. (:   cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-113975323854838004?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/113975323854838004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=113975323854838004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113975323854838004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113975323854838004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-you.html' title='damn you.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-113957510235825958</id><published>2006-02-10T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:52:50.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not easy.</title><content type='html'>i broke down into tears instantaneously when i took a closer look at my result slip. it wasn't because i did well. it was the direct opposite. i've nothing more to comment on. O levels screwed up for me. i have no rights to be speaking / even blogging in english. i see no point in getting distinctions for some other subjects and getting a c6 for english. darn it. because we all know, a c6 is not gonna get you anywhere. mind you. it's a C6. you people don't know how i feel inside. don't bother consoling me. it's not gonna change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking, tjc is not gonna want me. i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know my english sucked so bad. i reckon my blog is filled with a thousand and one grammatical, punctuation and spelling errors. yes, i am damn sad. i'm so ashamed of myself. i ought to be hiding in my room, under my blanket. nobody is gonna be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. i simply cannot get over it. i didnt want the c6. i didnt. im sorry for letting my parents, my family, my teachers, my friends and myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise.. i never expected my grades to be so disastrous. i performed badly. you can never imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE SCREWED UP EARLY BIRTHDAY GIFT. I HATE IT. I'LL DO ALL MEANS TO REJECT IT. BUT THEN AGAIN.. IF ONLY I COULD... IF ONLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wasn't that already my best effort? what happened.. why... why...&lt;br /&gt;why.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;to imran:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im sorry for being so 'irritating' cus i dunno if im still gonna be able meet u in tj after the release of the posting results. i didn't want that to happen either. i really didn't want to. i'm so sorry :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-113957510235825958?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/113957510235825958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=113957510235825958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113957510235825958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113957510235825958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-not-easy.html' title='its not easy.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-113947770074146812</id><published>2006-02-09T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:29:40.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies in my stomach.</title><content type='html'>i'm freaking out. it's tomorrow. actually im really scared i dont do well enough for o levels to stay in tj. not only will i be disappointed in myself. my parents, my family, my teachers and friends will all be. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pon-ned rugby cos of the rain. school passed really fast today. i had alot of fun. i need to do alot of thinking now. (: i saw him today. and i almost cried again. HAHA. i need to do alot of reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, look at what i did to bird's hair with sweet wrappers today, during PW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/birdnEST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we had a mass photo taking session before chinese :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/bjv.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that's the pretty KUKUirishBIRD in the middle. &lt;3!&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/cutevicki.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;just look at my dearest vicki. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/jazbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ben &amp; jerry's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/sammich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;samuel and michelle - 08's lovely couple. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/jmb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my little grandchild marianne and bird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/victanian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ickiria &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;aznior &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ollege&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4364/2014/320/xulaoshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and here's a tiny pic of my cheena teacher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i had chocolate waffle today. and guess what. its my chinese birthday today. haha. it's not important anyway. well, i enjoy going to schoo, seeing my hyper friends everyday and going mental with them. eventhou bird bullies me, i love seeing her! (: she's a fruit-natic. i just love that KUKUirishBIRD. and bird's so fascinated by how infrared works. so cute la! plus, seeing grandchild taking forever to finish her food is amusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;well. i dont think im going to school for lectures tml. i'll probly just sleep in. we'll see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;for now, everyone please relax and go to bed. i'll see ya tomorrow flooded in tears of joy and happiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-113947770074146812?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/113947770074146812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=113947770074146812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113947770074146812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113947770074146812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/02/butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='butterflies in my stomach.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697439.post-113940825353276818</id><published>2006-02-08T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:42:31.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away.</title><content type='html'>i think i really have an inability in seeing through people within their skins. i malign people all the time. i just need a little more &lt;u&gt;(fill in the blank)&lt;/u&gt; to delete u off my list. there's simply no need for me to keep you anymore. you dont need me i reckon. and you didnt appreciate me in the first place. remember? well, it's not as if you need me. aye wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;_________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. school's been really good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and BIRD, IM GONNA MENTION U AGAIN!(i noe im sweeeeet! ) birdie RIPPED OFF MY SKIRT TODAY! EEEE YOU! all i ever wanted was to take a look at c.c. , as a whole, not in segments, for 2 &lt;em&gt;jazreel seconds&lt;/em&gt;. LOL! i wonder what dirty stuff he's doing under your shirt everyday in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i have no more idea how many more hours that is to friday 230pm. dun wanna be keeping track of it anyway. i want to stay put in tj cgo8/o6. I LOVE BEING WITH A BUNCH OF CRAZY GIRLS. miracle please miracle.. let everyone stay.. stay.. stay.. (i'm getting mental.) im not thinking of the worst yet. i dont have the mental strength to do so. please no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.  &lt;em&gt;slack PE&lt;/em&gt; in tj is goooood :) .  walking around the track is fun, no? and i'll never forget marianne being called a LIAR by the teacher! HAAHAHA!! MENSTRUAL CRAMPS? YOU LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please. i dont wanna miss cgo8/06. i still wanna be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! BIRD DID U NOE THAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;idina &amp; &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;azreel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;en &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erry's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh wheeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd yes. we lost to o9/06 for the skit competition. ben &amp;amp; jerry's shall do fine replacing &lt;strong&gt;haagen dazs&lt;/strong&gt;. aiyaaaaaaaaaa. and tj has an ICE CREAM MAN! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697439-113940825353276818?l=darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/113940825353276818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21697439&amp;postID=113940825353276818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113940825353276818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697439/posts/default/113940825353276818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkgreenifiedchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/02/fly-away.html' title='fly away.'/><author><name>Jazreel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
