<?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-20193485</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:19:12.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20193485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575565456823452103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20193485.post-8922921199087961596</id><published>2007-02-16T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:18:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWD_qMAyyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z5YiRr3qP54/s1600-h/2007_0216camera0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032073288336067362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWD_qMAyyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z5YiRr3qP54/s320/2007_0216camera0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; toblerone and card from my angel(class has angel and mortal, and i'm teck jun's angel), present with a green heart's from leeann, cadbury from sakeenah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWC16MAywI/AAAAAAAAAAc/szlN62ym4L8/s1600-h/2007_0216camera0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032072021320715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWC16MAywI/AAAAAAAAAAc/szlN62ym4L8/s320/2007_0216camera0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWCdKMAyvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lSuun-WBsyo/s1600-h/2007_0216camera0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032071596118952690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWCdKMAyvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lSuun-WBsyo/s320/2007_0216camera0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWBfKMAyuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8btSUHJj57A/s1600-h/2007_0216camera0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032070530967063266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWBfKMAyuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8btSUHJj57A/s320/2007_0216camera0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ferrero from karin, dove from yiin shin, toblerone from shan ying and andra(i ate some le), gummies from andra, car from liew yung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the rest of presents i have eaten them. peiyun the test tube and mine for her and hers for mine. we haven't collect thanks to the stupid enterprsie club which doesn't want to open stall anymore. boo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love everyone, and my class. we will win the 'we've got class' class decor competition. hoorays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;once versatile, always versatile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;joanne came up with it. or connie. smart ass! for our class. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who's my angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575565456823452103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jC87BVnhyA/RdWD_qMAyyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z5YiRr3qP54/s72-c/2007_0216camera0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20193485.post-117007631741410482</id><published>2007-01-29T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:11:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>school's started. and apparently i never blog for super long. hahaha sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sits with joanne, russell and joshua. then have a super lovely class.&lt;br /&gt;love them. also, joanne and i crack alot of jokes for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;my class is nice.&lt;br /&gt;went syairah's house to do proj. lovely house.&lt;br /&gt;stayed till about 7.&lt;br /&gt;then at eastpoint, haziq's younger bro's shoe got stuck at escalator. alot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;my finger also got blood.&lt;br /&gt;had a heart-to-heart talk with song. he's thai, if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;he's really sad, but i can't do much.&lt;br /&gt;and ayuni we talk like siao.&lt;br /&gt;then i need to buy miss sixty's deodorant. i keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;still use shaz's adidas one every wed.&lt;br /&gt;so does sabilah, sakeenah, amy, liew yung and joshua.&lt;br /&gt;and its for women.&lt;br /&gt;last week run 4 runs around school and 40 pushups, jumping jacks(counts of 8), 20 sit up, crunches.&lt;br /&gt;that's us.&lt;br /&gt;i need miss sixty and bape sta&lt;br /&gt;last wed pe, we formed a train for whole class, like pri 1.&lt;br /&gt;even sec ones got shock when see.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday SHAZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;and oprah winfrey.&lt;br /&gt;i love my class.&lt;br /&gt;lunched with joanne, div, vic, hazel, CONNIE!!&lt;br /&gt;and SHAZ&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my class/ maybe even song.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;wee tong keeps looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;every single cl same class&lt;br /&gt;he watches me&lt;br /&gt;when walk past. also do so.&lt;br /&gt;he's mad.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but he's cute, even cl teacher say he super handsome.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday SHAZ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20193485-117007631741410482?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/feeds/117007631741410482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20193485&amp;postID=117007631741410482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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crying. most of you, no all of you won't understand. i hardly spoken to her before. but trust me, i understand her more than she thinks i don't. she doesn't realise that alot of us understand and we are ready to comfort her and all. we aren't going to be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure about others. but i know that i would understand her, not pity her. she's over with **** **. and i'm half sad. i feel so guilty about bitching at her. and i feel so bad for her and all i've done. sorry. and i really understand her, all up to the way she wants to commit suicide. i understand her in all this phases of her sadness and bitterness. i've felt this way before. i hardly know her. so i'm neutral. but i hope she honestly takes care of herself and all. it'll all be back to happiness like before once its okay. and things will work out itself. i hope she knows that. but i know that she will, if she hasn't. because the real steffi i know is somehow strong and yet soft. it can be seen in your eyes. dear. she'll get through it after lots of shit. but somehow it'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bless this girl. going through a rough patch. becausei understand how she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand people, but never pity them. that's the last thing they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they want understanding, not pity/ not alienised/ not remembered as the person going through a rough patch, but someone who understands and can relate, and i thin k that's the most important thing, ever.&lt;br /&gt;in a world of intrigue and friendship, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20193485-116649998164792995?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/feeds/116649998164792995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>wauhahah, yesterday was BIZWORLD.hoorays, my team consisted of :  me, yijun, billie, nadiah, meiyoke and joey. michele's team: her, darren, james(pang!), yuting, clara and someone i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;then the other team i only know jackson. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we 3 teams did our school cheer as a result of desperation. cuz we dunno that need to do some cheer. but we rocked the whole cheer thing. i think that's why they scrapped the prizes for the cheering. lol.. well, apparently, it was held at singapore poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we wanted a royal flush where all 3 tms win. but 2 out of 3 ain't bad. michele's team was first. know what they won? a camcorder and a trip to germany, malaysia, singapore and some coutry i can't rmb. on top of that, alot of free treats to indochine around the world. wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, jackson's team got 3rd prize. cool huh? but i can't rmb where they're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temasek rocks, especially the enterprise teams!! hurray! and we all looked so cool in our blazers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stalked yi jun home. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'm smart, nadiah's vain, meiyoke's enterprising. they came up with that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love all of the enterprise teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna join bizworld again!! and yijun wants to transfer to our cca next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and hmm, tomorrow got class bbq. have to ask weiyan but haven't ask. shit! and jerrold's in AL. shan't tell you. and garrick never reply. damnit, gotta call them. haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun tomorrow, jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my other nick is jules! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20193485-116428747811180787?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20193485.post-116402452194483382</id><published>2006-11-20T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:08:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently, life sucks and i'm practically stretched to the limit. that sucks. bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life ain't too bad. but maybe it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school life. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say much. cuz i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to natasha thomas' its over now and skin deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love lacoste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and natasha thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of what happened last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, it sucks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20193485-116402452194483382?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/feeds/116402452194483382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20193485&amp;postID=116402452194483382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20193485/posts/default/116402452194483382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20193485/posts/default/116402452194483382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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her, carol, grace, STEPHANIE, twins, syed and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked really slow home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally reclusing into my shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard with ming si yesterday. so many cute ang moh guys there.&lt;br /&gt;wow... and whatever. i'm lazy to type. wanna know? call or sms or message or whatever form and get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love no one currently. too bored and sad of all the shit happening to all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20193485-116357875348925902?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/feeds/116357875348925902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20193485&amp;postID=116357875348925902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20193485/posts/default/116357875348925902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20193485/posts/default/116357875348925902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-blazer-schools-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575565456823452103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20193485.post-116316151425801643</id><published>2006-11-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:25:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring. whatever... anyway, went out with ming si and jia hui today..lol... jia hui was like nice. ya... nice, like duh. she rocks..lol...&lt;br /&gt;and i just saw stephanie's blog. it wasso funny. she and divya are supposed to be vip. but they got super tricked. lol.. hahahahahahah... iced water. lol.. read it... &lt;a href="http://www.radeon93.blogspot.com"&gt;www.radeon93.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice. my class bbq. and i think i'm like so happy. lol'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why but i won't say why. and i, like, miss leeann/stephanie (x2)/wei yan/ peiyun/ jerrold/and everyone else that i truly love and miss. you guys rock....... forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, shayne ward's no promises is nice. do listen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20193485-116316151425801643?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/feeds/116316151425801643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20193485&amp;postID=116316151425801643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20193485/posts/default/116316151425801643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20193485/posts/default/116316151425801643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/2006/11/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575565456823452103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20193485.post-116211531929494466</id><published>2006-10-29T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:48:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday to jen... wauhahah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went class chalet, on friday. half wonderful, half shit. only my beloved friend knows what exactly happened and i have no intention to tell anyone else. too bad. bleah. and it was lahf bad and good. so there. i'm not gonna get no one in trouble so i and my friend shall keep mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got quite a little present. so fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wished me: (in order of when theywished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuwen/ sihui (i truly love her, you rock my dear)/ peiyun (my "evil twin" and my owner and the husband and everything i love her for, she rocks! truly a friend)/ mingsi/ vicky/ joshua/and noone else. suckers. oh, this excludes my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popo: $100/ a piece of jade/ gold&lt;br /&gt;parents:?&lt;br /&gt;PEIYUN: a real nice necklace and a card (thanks, that was nice)&lt;br /&gt;joshua: never cuz he gave me money to buy (cuz his mom want him go home) but i never buy cuz no more so i returning money then he buy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah, i realise it's pathetic. haha, too bad for me. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know whaT? i've realised who my real friends are and ain't. and i have a strongest feeling divya ain't worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while peiyun is truly worth everything. hahah... together with sihui. they really mean lots to me and i can tell you. i can't do without them. peiyun gives me true fun and opened my eyes to alot. she's toughened me up. alot. she made me know the world and introduced it. honestly. of, and i have a lot of infinity and all with her. sihui. she's supported me always. and i know she's always there for a true listening ear and a true friend. no matter what, she gives her all and supportive of me and great advice and she's always around for a call or sms. whenever i need her, she's there. thanks alot. to all. even to shuwen. thanks. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph, she's there for a reason. and it's good. good. at the chalet something happened to two of us. and it's real funny. but totally diff from what i mentioned on top. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone. love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20193485-116211531929494466?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20193485.post-116157022486857244</id><published>2006-10-23T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:23:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, saturday was Li Ling's wedding. man, do i love her. haha, saw people like alicia, carissa, elizabeth, ai ling, etc. haha, love them all. ain't they great. and they all asked me that i was wearing a skirt. god, they were all shocked. and i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liling looked real hot. haha(no pun pls). philip? okay lahs. but she was real good looking so was alicia. haha, what kind of gowns were they wearing? hahahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they all came up to me and said, oh my god, you're wearing a skirt! they had real surprise on their faces. hahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i go wedding i wear pants~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend hol so long. i miss people. like leeann, peiyun, alicia, liling, josh, song, james, stephS, jerrold and all. veryone i miss and i love. miss you people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my roommate and my owner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;congratulations to liling and philip, the newweds. may you have marital bliss! &lt;3&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/20193485-116157022486857244?l=jule-l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jule-l.blogspot.com/feeds/116157022486857244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head.Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.leeann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. shuwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. raemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. mei shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. ayuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. annie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. si hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. james&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. garrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. shazunah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. jerrold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. wei yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. nabilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. qian yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did you meet 14?- in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you do if you've never met 1?- i wouldn't be typing in my blog, even. there there. i would be dead, already. yeah, this girl makes me love life and live it to the fullest. she makes me make it easier to have friends. she teaches me. she helps me. she saves me and catches me each time i fall. that is the greatest. she has held me in so many ways. she doesn't even know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?- they're gals &amp; not les.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you ever like 19?-she's a gal. bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?- maybe, they both very funny &amp;amp; blur.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Describe 3.- crazy, mental, lame, dao(haha!), is she tall?(&amp; very wicked!!=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?- i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me something about 7.- she's malay.same tuition. tkgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?- yeah, her dad &amp;amp; mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's 8's favourite?- hmmm... i dunno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you do when 18 confesses that he/she likes you?- she's straight. and i don't ppl will like me.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What language(s) does 15 speak?- english, malay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is 9 going out with?- dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How old is 16 now?- 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?- quite long ago. its not my fault he's a san fransiscan. okay, he's from san fransisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is 2's favourite band/singer?- kelly clarkson? pussycat dolls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever date 4?- okay, why raemi? you idiot who created this. humph, no answer. cuz this piss me off. you should know e ans. okay, yes. i definitely will. wad if i am doing so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever date 7?- she's a gal. nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is 15 single?-i dunno. has she broken up yet? if no, then no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's 10's last name?- paracale. same as some big gang(wad a coincidence!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?- lynn's a gal, for goodness sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What school does 3 go to?- tkss. she's my buddy, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where does 6 live?- tampines. that's as much as i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's fav thing about 5?-she's 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