<?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-485590240491102084</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:17:06.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoyceTan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-5027708123286910195</id><published>2009-07-29T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:16:54.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two-faced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i was right, unfortunately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5027708123286910195?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5027708123286910195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5027708123286910195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5027708123286910195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5027708123286910195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-faced.html' title='two-faced'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-3589749143964873692</id><published>2009-07-25T04:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:53:33.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong with all these people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SmonfYR2pzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KEyX5udgas8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362141726384760626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SmonfYR2pzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KEyX5udgas8/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There comes a point of time in life whereby you face your deepest regrets and fears and sorrows, when loss and grief have torn apart, where everything turns haywire. Temptations, betrayal, disappointment, bitching, gossipings and anger- all the greatest sins on Earth. This is what our society is made up of. These are what our minds are corrupted with. Our culture, so detestable and disgusting. What is the world becoming to, I wonder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under all these unfavourable circumstances, you will tend to see who is true to you. But the truth is always disappointing and heartwrenching because at the end of the day, you find yourself standing alone in this losing battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here, as I say my silent prayer, I recite my daily creed: Let me be a little kinder, a little blinder, to all the faults of those about me. Let me praise a little more. Let me be when Im weary, just a little bit more cheery. Let me be a little braver, when temptation bids me waver. Let me strive a little harder, to be all that I should be. Let me think more of my neighbour and friends, and a little less of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life is as simple as ABC; if life is as pure as a baby's memory. If love means trust and friendship means acceptance, things would turn out much more pleasant, ugliness will have no chance to dominate the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, cry me a river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-3589749143964873692?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/3589749143964873692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=3589749143964873692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/3589749143964873692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/3589749143964873692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-wrong-with-all-these-people.html' title='what is wrong with all these people'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SmonfYR2pzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KEyX5udgas8/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-8345575587060176220</id><published>2009-07-10T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:55:31.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accidentally in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SlcAvcdOYwI/AAAAAAAAASw/GdDM5aUf_sA/s1600-h/IMG_5737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356751096873116418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SlcAvcdOYwI/AAAAAAAAASw/GdDM5aUf_sA/s320/IMG_5737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's something that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though, you're far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talkin to you on my cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the sound of your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes my heart melt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, its true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-8345575587060176220?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/8345575587060176220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=8345575587060176220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/8345575587060176220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/8345575587060176220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/07/accidentally-in-love.html' title='accidentally in love'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SlcAvcdOYwI/AAAAAAAAASw/GdDM5aUf_sA/s72-c/IMG_5737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-2578360915032982172</id><published>2009-07-05T01:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:38:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i first saw you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5Ds1zndYwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5Ds1zndYwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/Sk-Y-fpvzkI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZTHQXYtlrMg/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354666681382719042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/Sk-Y-fpvzkI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZTHQXYtlrMg/s320/DSC00189.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cause If one day you wake up and find that you're missing me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-2578360915032982172?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/2578360915032982172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=2578360915032982172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2578360915032982172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2578360915032982172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='when i first saw you'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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/_eJCPbC0cK2k/Sk-Y-fpvzkI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZTHQXYtlrMg/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-6654836588241756846</id><published>2009-07-02T05:44:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:49:01.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ship is taking me far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Far away from the memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353626893642023410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvnS4eCwfI/AAAAAAAAASg/A25Yfuo1fg8/s320/IMG_5848.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is so comical&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353617704056780002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/Skve7-mL9OI/AAAAAAAAASY/jkE-U8hliYs/s320/DSC00238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the chocolate battle starts, not a single one is left out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353614404720278194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/Skvb77nEOrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sbomlLhkVdw/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harry Potter, Phi Linh and Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353614103606086882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvbqZ32TOI/AAAAAAAAARw/P_4xjNAuxm4/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The awesome people with photographer: Phi Linh:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353615126656017074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/Skvcl9B9YrI/AAAAAAAAASA/eYluXAFiQ6U/s320/IMG_6209.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The eight girls: chou à la crème, croissant, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baguette, thé chaud, glace, chocolat, cerel et orange&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353612682973489330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvaXtmpKLI/AAAAAAAAARo/yBh0pzGJf8o/s320/IMG_6383.JPG" /&gt; My crazy girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvZ1hpjEeI/AAAAAAAAARg/o2fh9PvTdog/s1600-h/IMG_6234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353612095648895458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvZ1hpjEeI/AAAAAAAAARg/o2fh9PvTdog/s320/IMG_6234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sending off, time to say goodbye &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvZe_DKvcI/AAAAAAAAARY/LMwtL4JfyY4/s1600-h/P6273261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353611708403989954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvZe_DKvcI/AAAAAAAAARY/LMwtL4JfyY4/s320/P6273261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The moment I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvZUCODB8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/WeRhIwj94fc/s1600-h/P6273253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353611520276367298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvZUCODB8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/WeRhIwj94fc/s320/P6273253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I say MERCI!&lt;br /&gt;With big kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;Tu me manques bonbon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6654836588241756846?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6654836588241756846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6654836588241756846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6654836588241756846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6654836588241756846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/07/starlight.html' title='starlight'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkvnS4eCwfI/AAAAAAAAASg/A25Yfuo1fg8/s72-c/IMG_5848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-5462924409436358482</id><published>2009-06-25T19:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:53:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is my man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love night life! Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkdGbPmuI/AAAAAAAAARA/4p8QeU757sk/s1600-h/P6243071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkdGbPmuI/AAAAAAAAARA/4p8QeU757sk/s320/P6243071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351231233350146786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkhdweTvI/AAAAAAAAARI/UA1q1rV2OVs/s1600-h/P6243086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkhdweTvI/AAAAAAAAARI/UA1q1rV2OVs/s320/P6243086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351231308332682994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkY_MKpbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1OAKR_4t4h0/s1600-h/P6192768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkY_MKpbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1OAKR_4t4h0/s320/P6192768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351231162688382386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkU3qQM1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/lx49oWHfYUg/s1600-h/P6192726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkU3qQM1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/lx49oWHfYUg/s320/P6192726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351231091947615058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkQq2gw0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/pmgCp-ffj9A/s1600-h/P6192725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkQq2gw0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/pmgCp-ffj9A/s320/P6192725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351231019789894466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5462924409436358482?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5462924409436358482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5462924409436358482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5462924409436358482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5462924409436358482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-is-my-man.html' title='where is my man?'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkNkdGbPmuI/AAAAAAAAARA/4p8QeU757sk/s72-c/P6243071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-410689195588334083</id><published>2009-06-23T18:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:35:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu me manques</title><content type='html'>Disneyland was awesome! The company was even better. Each of us has a nickname, named after food: chou à la crème, croissant, baguette, thé chaud, glace, chocolat, cereal et orange. Nt forgetting mr bean and brownie! We had so much fun at disneyland! Save the cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCzHM2ShJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-XJx0i1jmAo/s1600-h/DSC09639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCzHM2ShJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-XJx0i1jmAo/s320/DSC09639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350473293605536914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first picnic in Paris, like finally and we had so much fun! I love you guys to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCzEFo2YbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tamE8oT86JQ/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCzEFo2YbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tamE8oT86JQ/s320/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350473240130511282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCzAexFyTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0ElDJW-WV-U/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCzAexFyTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0ElDJW-WV-U/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350473178156484914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, and look, we have a new friend, Vincent! Harry Potter's friend. Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCy8Oyc2_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/fSlRF1x7pL0/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCy8Oyc2_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/fSlRF1x7pL0/s320/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350473105147747314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm returning SG this Saturday and this is disheartening. I'm used to life here now; peaceful and relax, and I cant bear to go. I will miss the girls and the great company I had in this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's skip the goodbyes and hit the pub tonight ladies, game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-410689195588334083?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/410689195588334083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=410689195588334083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/410689195588334083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/410689195588334083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/06/tu-ne-manque.html' title='tu me manques'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SkCzHM2ShJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-XJx0i1jmAo/s72-c/DSC09639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-5503492213388180695</id><published>2009-06-16T23:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:37:19.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un deux trois, fromage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paris is good, people are nice, company is great, the guys are hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfHox6KCGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tL1W5ClKlX8/s1600-h/P6122619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfHox6KCGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tL1W5ClKlX8/s320/P6122619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962585931712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfH9j1YhKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bU1aonLw1lA/s1600-h/IMG_5045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfH9j1YhKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bU1aonLw1lA/s320/IMG_5045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962942930846882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfJHimS5OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jQwh0cg_zT0/s1600-h/P6072408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfJHimS5OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jQwh0cg_zT0/s320/P6072408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347964213909447906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks like Harry Potter, doesnt he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfHF5I-9lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/itRxRzSButE/s1600-h/P6062371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfHF5I-9lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/itRxRzSButE/s320/P6062371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347961986577528402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfFOAAwe5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_X2K0yv7Sw/s1600-h/P6112554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfFOAAwe5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_X2K0yv7Sw/s320/P6112554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959926837771154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So whichever one is cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfGKQ4CMjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/z38-JiHJ3NA/s1600-h/P6132653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfGKQ4CMjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/z38-JiHJ3NA/s320/P6132653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347960962156737074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfFUaFLpwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VoWEsPy5p6g/s1600-h/IMG_5112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfFUaFLpwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VoWEsPy5p6g/s320/IMG_5112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347960036914865922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfEud14zeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iC4Mkn_g4WQ/s1600-h/P6102474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfEud14zeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iC4Mkn_g4WQ/s320/P6102474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959385089428962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfD6y43xdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tf00YzA4ewg/s1600-h/P6072421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfD6y43xdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tf00YzA4ewg/s320/P6072421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347958497385891282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfDf2VJMpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TZY7eNFMapM/s1600-h/IMG_4707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfDf2VJMpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TZY7eNFMapM/s320/IMG_4707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347958034453312146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfAFl3pvTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9hd8C0LKAwo/s1600-h/IMG_5096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfAFl3pvTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9hd8C0LKAwo/s320/IMG_5096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347954284823166258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I love the girls!&lt;br /&gt;Save the cheese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5503492213388180695?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5503492213388180695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5503492213388180695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5503492213388180695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5503492213388180695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/06/paris-is-good-people-are-nice-company.html' title='Un deux trois, fromage'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SjfHox6KCGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tL1W5ClKlX8/s72-c/P6122619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-5039621340641193671</id><published>2009-06-08T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:36:21.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch me if you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been to London&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm in Paris&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm in school&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll have a decent dinner&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going shopping&lt;br /&gt;So I am a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wanna befriend with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5039621340641193671?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5039621340641193671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5039621340641193671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5039621340641193671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5039621340641193671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-me-if-you-can.html' title='Catch me if you can'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-1200854683713760106</id><published>2009-05-12T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:08:50.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again, you are behaving like a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go away now, let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you stupid? Or just a little show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go away now, I've made myself clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nah, its not gonna happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not in a million years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cant keep my hands off the cookie jar&lt;/div&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/485590240491102084-1200854683713760106?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/1200854683713760106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=1200854683713760106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1200854683713760106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1200854683713760106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/05/again-you-are-behaving-like-bitch.html' title='again, you are behaving like a bitch'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-4802977185687070729</id><published>2009-05-08T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:31:09.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sealed with a kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SgO06ppRJOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oNtXP-ppkAo/s1600-h/2923_79982978674_513788674_1667575_6524353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333305303441155298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SgO06ppRJOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oNtXP-ppkAo/s320/2923_79982978674_513788674_1667575_6524353_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to rule the world, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. For some reason I can't explain, as there was never an honest answer. It was the wicked and wild wind that blew the door to let me in, accompanied with shattered windows and broken glasses, people just couldnt believe what I've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lined up with post exam activities back to back, I could almost free myself. Except for a couple of hiccups, everything else is running as perfectly planned. Apart from these, I just wanna say I miss my girlfriends. Joy, please get me a cute korean boy when you get back k? Dan, I want free ice cream, not discounts. Peiyu, cant wait for your party. Mel, wanna chill someday? Dana, let's go shopping! OMfG, I just cant wait to meet u girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude what exactly will you acheive or gain at the end of everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-4802977185687070729?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/4802977185687070729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=4802977185687070729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4802977185687070729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4802977185687070729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/05/sealed-with-kiss.html' title='sealed with a kiss'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SgO06ppRJOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oNtXP-ppkAo/s72-c/2923_79982978674_513788674_1667575_6524353_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-1077069383104579676</id><published>2009-04-29T20:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:59:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm surrounded by your embrace</title><content type='html'>Exams are officially over. I'm done and over with the first year of school. Speaking of which, my first paper was screwed, but the second was good. Should I be contented and sing for joy or should I pout, curse and swear? Anw, how time flies. Soon I'll graduate and step into the working society, commiting myself to the government sector. Mentioning this, Ive received my postings for my 2 weeks of practicum. First toa payoh primary school for the first week and CHIJ secondary tpy for my second week. Oh, my sister warned me that I'll face much bitchiness and asked me to take care. How nice. But before that, let me enjoy my trip to Europe before the nightmare haunts me in July. Thank you my Lord. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, caught Friday the 13th on monday and finally the long-waited shinjuku incident last night, accompanied with the stayover of the Dan. Makeover of my hairdo, i mean, colour. And im meeting the girls tmr! Like finally. And before that, post exam sentosa trip. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330094252167968626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SfhMe3fSt3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/WDAMyv8nu9I/s320/n649235472_4797509_3266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330093214459547554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SfhLiduUz6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/DX2pdtqZF3g/s320/n570901019_1523305_7468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the many stupid retarded things we do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-1077069383104579676?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/1077069383104579676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=1077069383104579676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1077069383104579676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1077069383104579676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-repair.html' title='I&apos;m surrounded by your embrace'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SfhMe3fSt3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/WDAMyv8nu9I/s72-c/n649235472_4797509_3266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-6010145597011974628</id><published>2009-04-13T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:04:04.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So rich and colourful</title><content type='html'>Another attack of mugging and the usual scene is back. This isn't a common sight as it happens only twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SeM2XWieBQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pbCt0HMxvo0/s1600-h/P4131893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324158959297103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SeM2XWieBQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pbCt0HMxvo0/s320/P4131893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the stomach worm is at its best. These little things are my comfort zone. They keep me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SeM2IsDTAkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SXysnpfFJ1Y/s1600-h/study+session.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324158707373900354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SeM2IsDTAkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SXysnpfFJ1Y/s320/study+session.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing a suit like it's armour, memorising these notes is my weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6010145597011974628?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6010145597011974628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6010145597011974628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6010145597011974628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6010145597011974628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-rich-and-colourful.html' title='So rich and colourful'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SeM2XWieBQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pbCt0HMxvo0/s72-c/P4131893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-301093130476890876</id><published>2009-04-09T08:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:16:22.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4g_wXJgjic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4g_wXJgjic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-301093130476890876?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/301093130476890876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=301093130476890876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/301093130476890876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/301093130476890876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-do-you-really-enjoy-living-life.html' title='Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that&apos;s so hateful?'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-6274818175214816994</id><published>2009-04-07T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:32:48.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little stomach, great appetite</title><content type='html'>I once commented on people who can just rant vulgarities like drinking water. Now I'm becoming one of them. Crude and uncivilized. I find no joy in this society Im living in. Pathetic I may sound, don't ask. Vulgarities became my words of comfort. What's the world becoming to. I tried to look at the bright side of life, it never exist. Life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321924127194094386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SdtFzAL8GzI/AAAAAAAAANo/Eh9IDHYD-aA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the people becoming strangers, familiar faces gone, little devils and dwarfs doing evil publicly, the streets are no longer safe. Get your ass inhouse before they grab and torture you both mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am held captive. You don't want to be in with me. Good luck pals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6274818175214816994?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6274818175214816994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6274818175214816994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6274818175214816994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6274818175214816994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-stomach-great-appetite.html' title='little stomach, great appetite'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SdtFzAL8GzI/AAAAAAAAANo/Eh9IDHYD-aA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-5070356682453001071</id><published>2009-04-05T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:30:44.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's ugly</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5070356682453001071?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5070356682453001071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5070356682453001071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5070356682453001071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5070356682453001071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugliness-at-its-best.html' title='it&apos;s ugly'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-1868035314580356167</id><published>2009-04-03T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:58:15.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brave fronts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps its just a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I admit, I am troubled deep down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I dont know what's bothering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bugged by insomnia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Late nights with friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tearing in the middle of the night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cursing and swearing at trivial matters;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hurting myself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hurting those around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its just the sense of loneliness I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or is it attention that I seek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or is it plainly a complete change in me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Brave fronts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-1868035314580356167?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/1868035314580356167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=1868035314580356167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1868035314580356167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1868035314580356167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/04/brave-fronts.html' title='brave fronts'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-8692392427087699512</id><published>2009-04-01T13:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:40:45.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanishing acts</title><content type='html'>"Surprise test! After half the cohort fell victim to the ZZZ monster, I have kind of concluded that most of you are turning gay or homo or showing unslightly behaviours. Symptoms include lying on someone's shoulders or lap, incontrollable nodding or dripping of mouth fluids." - &lt;em&gt;this made my day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright insomnia at its very best, it took control of me. Yes sleeping disorders I know. Maybe sleeping pills help? I wonder. Been up with late lunches and no dinner, that makes up one meal a day for me. Mum says Im turning immortal. Oh I'd love that.. HAHA. School week ending soon and that'll be the start of some serious mugging sessions. Yeap holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent approximately 80bucks on online shopping with just a bit of clicking and emailing. DAN u better make sure its pretty and nice, if not I want refund k? HAHA. Shopping and manicure anytime soon? My fingers are itching again.. Catching up over coffee or stayovers are perfectly fine as well. Shall we? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I MISS YOU GIRLS!! Where are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319639302245829298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SdMnwr-RyrI/AAAAAAAAANg/q6XW74UbHlg/s320/n649235472_4577174_1334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I surrender. Officially declared: Diarrhoea on the roll. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-8692392427087699512?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/8692392427087699512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=8692392427087699512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/8692392427087699512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/8692392427087699512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/04/vanishing-acts.html' title='vanishing acts'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SdMnwr-RyrI/AAAAAAAAANg/q6XW74UbHlg/s72-c/n649235472_4577174_1334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-6024881593430288418</id><published>2009-03-28T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:02:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you gonna miss me when i'm gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant console myself any further, I just want to die a painless death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6024881593430288418?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6024881593430288418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6024881593430288418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6024881593430288418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6024881593430288418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-gonna-miss-me-when-im-gone.html' title='you gonna miss me when i&apos;m gone'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-6634897478764619736</id><published>2009-03-23T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:05:40.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary high</title><content type='html'>I've got an accumulated amount of excruciating pain within me that no painkillers could subdue. Saying that I'm unaffected might turn out to be an understatement. Yet again, I'm too strong headed to admit or make any comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, my dad came home with a horrendous news- he crashed his car. Okay, not exactly crashed, that'd be exagerating. He accidentally kissed the back of another car. That idiot bastard jammed break and now my dad has to pay the compensation. Thank god he was untouched. And so speaking of which, I will be travelling to sch myself tmr morning and holy shit, I'm waking up at 5.30. &lt;em&gt;Bless me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placed aside, I was almost choked with my current projects and deadlines in hand during the last weekend. Being a 'gan chiong' spider, burning midnight oils late into the night served a purpose: to clear the loads in mind. The only way to console myself was to fill my lovely stomach with junks and late night suppers. Anyway, my new collection of plush toy on my bed did liven up my spirits. I named it fatboy.j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well; this was all a big mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6634897478764619736?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6634897478764619736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6634897478764619736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6634897478764619736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6634897478764619736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporary-high.html' title='temporary high'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-7998031945779690105</id><published>2009-03-14T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:47:16.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candy with a surprise center</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What should I do if I'm attacked by a wild animal? Running away will make you resemble frightened prey and standing stock-still simply says 'frozen dinner'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week saw me through a couple of things which I didnt expected. I need a getaway. Last night's chalet was indeed a blast. I guess I've developed a phobia for chicken nuggets and marshmallows. Wells, kinder bueno shall be a treat for me, for I'm still showering away the memories of last night from my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my first assignment was returned ytd and one word, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-7998031945779690105?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/7998031945779690105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=7998031945779690105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7998031945779690105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7998031945779690105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/03/candy-with-surprise-center.html' title='candy with a surprise center'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-1285499688349640426</id><published>2009-03-09T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:02:06.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love balls</title><content type='html'>Finally, &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; down. &lt;em&gt;Another&lt;/em&gt; to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been exciting for me these past few days. Aww, awesomeness overwhelming me so much that I cant think straight. I just wanna indulge myself into &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; world and really treasure whatever that comes. I gonna love Toblerone from now on. Sweetness within the sweetness equals orgasm. Do you get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nvm, cause you never will. I freed myself, I hope. Not knowing what comes after, but life's been selfish always, I gonna be selfish for once. Please, I promise, just this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-1285499688349640426?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/1285499688349640426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=1285499688349640426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1285499688349640426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1285499688349640426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-balls.html' title='i love balls'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-7146918080982359290</id><published>2009-03-08T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:39:05.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up and let me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-7146918080982359290?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/7146918080982359290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=7146918080982359290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7146918080982359290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7146918080982359290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-up-and-let-me-go.html' title='shut up and let me go'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-3702561946632537982</id><published>2009-03-03T12:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:52:10.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slap me, then kiss me</title><content type='html'>Okay, and so, I didnt die &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking why on earth I wrote that. Wells, because &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LIFE'S A BITCH. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to track. Back to my assignments, reading till my eyes crossed, commiting crime by killing brain cells and forgoing my precious sleep. Oh my god. Nothing interests me lately except nvm. I'm as good as a living dead. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the girls on thurs night, that's my light for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met dan (not Humphry) ytd, meeting tml, thurs and sat. HAHA, looks like we're more like a couple now. Teehee. And dan, Im having Mac&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch today. DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-3702561946632537982?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/3702561946632537982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=3702561946632537982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/3702561946632537982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/3702561946632537982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-fell-pick-me-up.html' title='slap me, then kiss me'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-7592237221223700378</id><published>2009-02-26T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:46:41.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me be your bitch</title><content type='html'>"Dear Loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much consideration, I have decided that this should be the way. There is no turning back ever since I made that decision, to step into this cursed and harsh world, and that this is certainly not a place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that this is my desired outcome; there's no other escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to all those who care and love me with all their might. I am sorry that I let you down. I have yet to repay my parents for the upbringing. I will beg for mercy when I get up there so that life would be better for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me and don’t remember me, for I’m a coward who refuses to face reality. Don’t worry about me, I will definitely have a better life up there for the pressure of guilty pleasure here beats the pleasure of mugging pressure down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure if I were to show this to my gfs, they'll slap me left, right, center. And if my mum ever finds this in my room, she'll stay in shock for probably a day and sets out to kill me the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, life's really been a bitch, when u're happily enjoying your holiday, and the next thing that comes after will be term papers, assignments and deadlines. I just burnt my entire afternoon drafting my essay and reflection. And then again, the next thing I know, school reopens, like a shooing star that flashes across the night sky. 4days down, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, in the meantime, I'm actually still enjoying life despite the workload, sleeping till the sun bids goodbye, spending money like drinking water, shopping like there's no tomorrow and eating as though my stomach has an endless pit. Well, like the old saying: Suffer now and enjoy later or enjoy now and suffer later. Which obviously I chose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-7592237221223700378?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/7592237221223700378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=7592237221223700378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7592237221223700378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7592237221223700378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-be-your-bitch.html' title='let me be your bitch'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-2590437568901759646</id><published>2009-02-25T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:34:10.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SaQgdELqVoI/AAAAAAAAAME/NP8eFurLI5c/s1600-h/P2201494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306401944660235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SaQgdELqVoI/AAAAAAAAAME/NP8eFurLI5c/s320/P2201494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past one week saw myself through birthday celebrations and events. Before I get over my birthday hangover, here's a toast to my 2oth birthday! Pictures can simply just tell the story and they're all uploaded, where else but facebook! I would certainly drop dead if I were to upload them here. Like seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the organizer style shall we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fri 13th&lt;/em&gt;: Dinner with clique in arab street, and head down to joy's hse for her surprise birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat 14th:&lt;/em&gt; Stay home mugging, dinner in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun 15th&lt;/em&gt;: Lunched at Tony Roma's with family, town with Azmi, seafood feast, 12am birthday surprise showup by who else but Azmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mon 16th&lt;/em&gt;: School, shopping in town, birthday surprise showup by the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tue 17th&lt;/em&gt;: School; mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wed 18th&lt;/em&gt;: No School! Caught 'Inkheart' and shopping in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thurs 19th&lt;/em&gt;: School, bugis with Azmi; manicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fri 20th&lt;/em&gt;: School, pink panther 2, birthday surprise showup by GESL mates, dinner with gfs at newton and town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat 21st:&lt;/em&gt; Wii with amal (azmi's sis), shopping in town, birthday surprise at azmi's place by clique and gfs, Zirca all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun 22nd&lt;/em&gt;: Supposed's trip to escape themepark cancelled, so caught 'he's just not that into you', dinner and Hall 1 play: Mistaken, gfs' stayover at my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mon 23rd&lt;/em&gt;: Sending off of Cherlyn at airport 8am, IKEA shopping with gfs, shopping in town and dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank those who made my 20th a blast, more than what I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to extend my appreciation for your efforts with.. hugs and kisses, you mind?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to show my gratitude by thanking you in my entry. (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-2590437568901759646?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/2590437568901759646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=2590437568901759646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2590437568901759646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2590437568901759646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-pleasures.html' title='birthday pleasures'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SaQgdELqVoI/AAAAAAAAAME/NP8eFurLI5c/s72-c/P2201494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-2527983097387736187</id><published>2009-02-14T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:11:50.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These wounds are self-inflicted</title><content type='html'>You change your mind, like a girl changes clothes. Yeah, you PMS like a bitch, I would know. And you always think, always speak cryptically. I should know that you're no good for me. Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no, &lt;br /&gt;you're in and you're out, you're up and you're down, you're wrong when it's right. It's black and it's white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight, we break up. We kiss, we make up &lt;br /&gt;You, you don't really wanna stay, no. You, but you don't really wanna go, oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be just like twins, so in sync. The same energy now's a dead battery . Used to laugh about nothing, now you're plain boring. I should know, that you're not gonna change. Someone call the doctor, got a case of a love bipolar. Stuck on a rollercoaster, can't get off this ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-2527983097387736187?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/2527983097387736187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=2527983097387736187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2527983097387736187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2527983097387736187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-and-cold.html' title='These wounds are self-inflicted'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-5720110687774273944</id><published>2009-02-11T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:19:45.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hit me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNe6xYJCtIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNe6xYJCtIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5720110687774273944?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5720110687774273944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5720110687774273944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5720110687774273944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5720110687774273944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_11.html' title='hit me'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-6680624119554591953</id><published>2009-02-05T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:20:50.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe we’ll dance till the lights in our heads go out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm going to tell you how humans made their way to earth; it goes like this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, getting thinner each day, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips of her were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is what most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears. Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. Meanwhile, this works as she got fatter and rounder. Times where this backfired was because there were just too many. The starts kept coming until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the starts over to his side of the world, where he promised it'll always be bright and beautiful. What he didnt tell them that during the daytime, they'd never be seen because the sun outshines them. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground where they froze under the weight of their own foolishness. The moon did her best. She spent most of her time watching out so that other stars wouldn't be misled and fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my reflections for the day&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/485590240491102084-6680624119554591953?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6680624119554591953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6680624119554591953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6680624119554591953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6680624119554591953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/02/babe-well-dance-till-lights-in-our.html' title='Babe we’ll dance till the lights in our heads go out'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-6796532854094966462</id><published>2009-01-31T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:28:42.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping my fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you listen to enough infomercials, you start to believe some crazy things: that Brazilian honey can be used as leg wax, that knives can cut metal, that power of positive thinking can work like a pair of wings to get you where you need to be. Thanks to a little bout of insomnia, two days of the lunar new year and the interaction with working adults, I decided to force myself into imagining what it would be like after I graduate. That way, or so, when the day comes, I'd be ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with my presentations, and coming up next will be my e-learning work which I haven't started on. This week seemed to be a long holiday to me and I dread starting sch again next week. On the lighter note, I have two more holidays next week which render me to a 3-day school week and I'm feeling good bout it. Nevertheless, I still gotta pull up my socks and get on track before I lag behind. Applied for Global Summer Studies (GSS) weeks ago and went for the interview ytd. Apparently, the interview went well and let's hope I'd get the application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome night with the girls on Thurs: steamboat at bugis, then to my place for mahjong and stayover. The night was fabulous with loads of fun and laughter, especially during the game of life. It was superb I seriously swear. More to come. Not to forget, Jaime's bday celebration ytd, trip to National Museum on Thurs morning, history fieldtrip on Wed, day out with Farhan and Ada on Tue and house-warming on Mon. Rounding up, I'm glad to know a great deal of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297430839353401122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SYRBSAnb3yI/AAAAAAAAACc/_245ZCfmgWw/s320/n597033804_1294782_8119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297431228123157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SYRBoo5XlBI/AAAAAAAAACk/q0qlLyHhFXE/s320/P1291297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297431494647772210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SYRB4JxydDI/AAAAAAAAACs/GvhUmRTQ4G4/s320/P1301353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6796532854094966462?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6796532854094966462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6796532854094966462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6796532854094966462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6796532854094966462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/01/keeping-my-fingers-crossed.html' title='keeping my fingers crossed'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SYRBSAnb3yI/AAAAAAAAACc/_245ZCfmgWw/s72-c/n597033804_1294782_8119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-7416392446838343123</id><published>2009-01-22T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:48:09.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe we're trying too hard</title><content type='html'>It doesnt pays to work on something that had lost its worth. I admit I always have a soft spot on you, being selfish, wanting to keep you by my side. Now you're free, don't be stuck with me anymore. It's no longer special in my eyes. Some times everything seemed hollow around you, making you lose your vision and rely on me, for I'm the only source you can lean on. Don't be deceived, I may be the cause of the bleakness that made you come back for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hectic week packed with presentations back to back. That should keep me busy and my mind off for awhile. Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-7416392446838343123?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/7416392446838343123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=7416392446838343123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7416392446838343123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7416392446838343123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-were-trying-too-hard.html' title='maybe we&apos;re trying too hard'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-5974929768690828253</id><published>2009-01-09T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:41:27.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions and reflections</title><content type='html'>As the new semester starts, my desk is devoted once again to the mugging history. Piles and piles of notes start to find their way to their destinated location, and the ever precious device that can kill me if it crash- my laptop, is on 24/7. They make me think of notches on a belt or scratches on a wall- proof that time's passed and we weren't just swimming in limbo. Its then time again to wake up your idea and get everything started before its too late. Here I am, right in front of my laptop, trying as hard as possible to get my first homework done. As much as I hate the module which bores me and my friend to death during the first lesson, I got to bite my teeth and endure through the semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, yesterday's session with the girls did me a great favour in making me realise how pityful life would be without friends. I was glad that we survived through the many humps that are paved in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5974929768690828253?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5974929768690828253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5974929768690828253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5974929768690828253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5974929768690828253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-and-reflections.html' title='resolutions and reflections'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-356231655886881100</id><published>2009-01-08T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:15:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love my module</title><content type='html'>I'm so called disgusted my my current module which requires us to create a blog to put down our views. I just reluctantly create another account somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, let me love this module..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-356231655886881100?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/356231655886881100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=356231655886881100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/356231655886881100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/356231655886881100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-my-module.html' title='love my module'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-4289697914638203396</id><published>2009-01-04T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:23:13.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing handprints</title><content type='html'>Jesus Christ! Tml's the start of school and I'm totally not prepared. I mean, who's prepared to go back to all the mugging and books? Nevertheless, people say studying is the best time when you start working, so I better be glad and appreciate what's coming up next for me. Its the start of the year but yet things just came crashing down on me, suffocating me and I'm almost out of breath. People come and go, changed overtime and forget in time. The name I've beared responsibility to, the steel of love tends to corrode and wears off with scratches and shape. Times heals for everyone but certainly not for me. Time tells indeed for every single soul. Now I finally realise what I really lack. Freedom, relief, happiness, independence and silence. My hunger, my thirst has let to my downfall, its time to stand up on my own feet and never to bow down again. Cheers to my awaken dream, cheers to school, cheers to everyone! Stay happy and SMILE always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SWCNebfLxWI/AAAAAAAAACM/prSPwuOkotI/s1600-h/PC271034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287381516447106402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SWCNebfLxWI/AAAAAAAAACM/prSPwuOkotI/s320/PC271034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-4289697914638203396?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/4289697914638203396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=4289697914638203396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4289697914638203396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4289697914638203396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/01/crashing-handprints.html' title='Crashing handprints'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SWCNebfLxWI/AAAAAAAAACM/prSPwuOkotI/s72-c/PC271034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-5997880888632289061</id><published>2009-01-01T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:07:02.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's crystal clear; i'm a tough cookie</title><content type='html'>Its First January. How rare can I have this date posted in my entry. The past year had really been a fruitful experience. Be it my family, my school, friends and awesome cliques, and not to forget love. My vision was blur, as though my breath fogged up the glass. As the year came to an end last night, kissing goodbyes to the past, the new year has arrived splendidly. Last night's fireworks were one of the best I've ever seen, it blew away the pains and indulged me in a world filled with pleasant-ness and beautiful sights. To all those out there who have always been there for me when I needed someone desperately, to those out there who provided me the awesomeness of life, to those out there who helped me when I'm helpless and lost, lastly to all other pretty faces out there.. a big fat thank you for your efforts. The new year has brought me new resolutions, goals and better views of the world. Let's give ourselves a pat in the shoulder that we passed 2008 well and hope 2009 will be better than ever. CHEERS for 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy I promise to be a good girl....&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/485590240491102084-5997880888632289061?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5997880888632289061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5997880888632289061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5997880888632289061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5997880888632289061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-crystal-clear-im-tough-cookie.html' title='it&apos;s crystal clear; i&apos;m a tough cookie'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-4371114055687585310</id><published>2008-12-30T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:56:59.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new</title><content type='html'>Today I've accomplished my top mission which is to paint my room, make it brand new and prepare for the new year. God gracious everything turned out just pretty fine. Of course it cannot be done without the help of Azmi. Aww, that's really sweet to have him to paint my room because most of it were his effort. I just merely did the touch-ups and corners. Next up will be getting wallpapers and I can't wait for te completion of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea shopping was a bliss because I was so facinated by almost everything there. How i wish I could just wave some magic, remove all the gly furniture in my room and replace them with those of Ikea. Alright, day-dreaming. Nevertheless, bought blinds, lamp, boxes. More to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my room. Tml's new year's eve and counting down is what we're looking forward to. Well, to be serious, time really flies. Another year has passed and we're welcoming 2009. Afterwhich is what I've been dreading. School reopening and well, back to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, goodbye to 2008 and hello 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-4371114055687585310?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/4371114055687585310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=4371114055687585310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4371114055687585310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4371114055687585310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/12/brand-new.html' title='brand new'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-4039465583139398773</id><published>2008-12-27T10:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:55:41.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my greatest love of the century</title><content type='html'>Hi all, Im back from Malaysia. As you know, Msia's weather is really a killer and I almost got a heat-stroke. No, Im just kidding. Anw, let's rewind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13Dec: ZoukOut. God damn love. You know I dun hit the clubs for I only went once and that's it. So it was really an eye-opener for me to witness the beach party. Well, in short, its was simply awesome. Saw a few familiar faces there and was really surprise. Nevertheless, pictures were still taken as part of memorial. Anw, PHOTO...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my new boyfriend. Awesome love, greatest love of the century. Cool of what? They say I look the happiest of all pictures they seen of me. Well, is that good or bad.. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SVWV6KZkbyI/AAAAAAAAACE/knOvZRCuvkg/s1600-h/PC140846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284294564245696290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SVWV6KZkbyI/AAAAAAAAACE/knOvZRCuvkg/s320/PC140846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24Dec: Came back from Msia and poof, off I go. Went to town to grab some stuff. I actually had plans for the countdown but unfortunately it started raining so plan was cancelled. Caught a movie in the end; Bedtime Stories. Thereafter, sat down at coffee club to witness the Christmas countdown. Oh well, again, it was my very first time out in town having Christmas countdown, looking at the foam cans on the hands of the people on the streets. However, it wasn't as exciting as I thought. Maybe joining in the fun may prove to be more interesting than I thought. Haha, I just refused to get dirty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25Dec: Movie again, this time round; Yes Man. Then a small stroll at esplanade and that's my Christmas! Well, of course I wasnt alone. I have company. Aww, SWweeet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next season up will be the countdown Siloso beach party. Yes, Im ready for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and have a Happy New Year!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-4039465583139398773?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/4039465583139398773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=4039465583139398773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4039465583139398773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4039465583139398773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-greatest-love-of-century.html' title='my greatest love of the century'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SVWV6KZkbyI/AAAAAAAAACE/knOvZRCuvkg/s72-c/PC140846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-8964551488220362890</id><published>2008-12-21T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:41:24.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peekaboo!</title><content type='html'>SURPRISE! I guess I've lost touch on blogger. Oh well, its been so long since I've blogged. To cut the story short, I'm learning to love my life now and I'm feeling happy. No more woes, no more worries, no more frustration. Anw good news. I have a new phone and its freaking awesome. Well, isnt that Im not satisfied with my current n95. Its a Christmas gift frm you-know-who. How sweet! Now, wow, I have freaking 3 phones! Is that cool or what! haha. Im at my relatives&lt;br /&gt; hse, and gtg. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-8964551488220362890?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/8964551488220362890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=8964551488220362890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/8964551488220362890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/8964551488220362890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/12/peekaboo.html' title='peekaboo!'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-828235360310547554</id><published>2008-12-14T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:47:24.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day my heart stood still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to square one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-828235360310547554?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/828235360310547554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=828235360310547554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/828235360310547554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/828235360310547554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-my-heart-stood-still.html' title='the day my heart stood still'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-2581526783571916069</id><published>2008-12-12T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:05:50.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just dance</title><content type='html'>It's been a very busy week with school, friends and activities packed back to back that I could hardly find a moment to breathe. But somehow or another, I like my life now. Hectic it may seem but what hiddens underneath is yet to unfold. ISG Touch training's on tues, dance in day and chilling out on wed night, shopping with girls and night with the awesome clique today, volunteering for ushering later in the morning, dance in the afternoon, birthday party at night, birthday planned for Mr Awesome Farhan on Sat and plan should not be voiced out yet. So do stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a little laugh. When I'm hungry my stomach's growling for food, and there's a freaking long queue, I'll pout, like this. If I don't get what I crave for, I'll pout the whole day. Try me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SUFU9Rdko3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ma7gPvSJsF4/s1600-h/PB280331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278593649891124082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SUFU9Rdko3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ma7gPvSJsF4/s320/PB280331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-2581526783571916069?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/2581526783571916069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=2581526783571916069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2581526783571916069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2581526783571916069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-dance.html' title='just dance'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SUFU9Rdko3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ma7gPvSJsF4/s72-c/PB280331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-7875825158947463622</id><published>2008-12-06T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:18:51.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm done you're done</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid of the days awaiting me. Because of the excruciating pain that's left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end. That marks the end of everything. Every bit of it is gonna be left untouched, till the courage unfolds the toll. The past one year had been kind to me, yet at the same time endangers the future. I'm done, I'm out. So are you. FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-7875825158947463622?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/7875825158947463622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=7875825158947463622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7875825158947463622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/7875825158947463622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-done-youre-done.html' title='i&apos;m done you&apos;re done'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-607917141591591624</id><published>2008-12-02T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:43:22.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipating for sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STUe0RPOFdI/AAAAAAAAABs/a2_2ZIYiKPI/s1600-h/PC010371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275156421863675346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STUe0RPOFdI/AAAAAAAAABs/a2_2ZIYiKPI/s320/PC010371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STUeBQHmn-I/AAAAAAAAABk/1qgAA_j46Dk/s1600-h/PB300357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275155545389965282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STUeBQHmn-I/AAAAAAAAABk/1qgAA_j46Dk/s320/PB300357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a December;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping and New York New York-ed, that's the ultimate combination you can ever get on a Sunday evening. The trip was fruitful and exciting! What else can I wish for Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for touch training last morn in sch. Surely no doubt that I'm not in good shape for training because of the weather. It's been a killer these days. Lunched after training and showered at my friend's hall. It wasn't intentional when I fell asleep and woke up only at 1600. Thank goodness I wasn't late to meet jiggy piggy. In fact, I was early! So headed for picnic at Sentosa and it was awesome. So when's next, jiggy piggy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's my day off. Merely passing my time by watching dvds and snacking away like they were candies. How wonderful life can be; with a cup of orange juice accompanied by a bag of chips, that's my heaven. Sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun-tanning session this friday and I can't wait. Girls, rock my world. ROCK ON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-607917141591591624?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/607917141591591624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=607917141591591624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/607917141591591624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/607917141591591624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/12/anticipating-for-sunrise.html' title='anticipating for sunrise'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STUe0RPOFdI/AAAAAAAAABs/a2_2ZIYiKPI/s72-c/PC010371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-2637017259330951932</id><published>2008-11-30T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:35:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch you there</title><content type='html'>TOUCH session last morning was absolutely awesome. I'm falling in love with this weekly touch session and looking forward to the next one! Lunched with the group at New York New York. Seriously, no kidding, it was my virgin visit there. Food was good and I had a great time. AND I actually bought durian pancake home as a snack, WOAH, I don't believe it myself either. The second half of the day was spent rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISG touch training tml morning in sch, I hope I'm in a good shape to play because I kind of strained my muscle. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-2637017259330951932?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/2637017259330951932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=2637017259330951932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2637017259330951932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2637017259330951932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/touch-you-there.html' title='touch you there'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-6667482698750912999</id><published>2008-11-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:10:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAV5aXJlzI/AAAAAAAAABc/GqQUAfFqzTw/s1600-h/PB270303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273739239723996978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAV5aXJlzI/AAAAAAAAABc/GqQUAfFqzTw/s320/PB270303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I proudly present to you the lovely job done by my almighty tongue. Brilliant eh? Try it! It proves that you have strong tongue muscle! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAUToCDNUI/AAAAAAAAABU/HV5KDpbQ8L8/s1600-h/PB280314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273737491046937922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAUToCDNUI/AAAAAAAAABU/HV5KDpbQ8L8/s320/PB280314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAUIU3s3WI/AAAAAAAAABM/THiEl1LpO7U/s1600-h/PB280316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273737296924695906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAUIU3s3WI/AAAAAAAAABM/THiEl1LpO7U/s320/PB280316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAT9RPTdxI/AAAAAAAAABE/bk__LwpToKk/s1600-h/PB280326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273737106971391762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAT9RPTdxI/AAAAAAAAABE/bk__LwpToKk/s320/PB280326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STATrnno3FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lXRSgjckJ1k/s1600-h/PB280320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273736803741391954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STATrnno3FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lXRSgjckJ1k/s320/PB280320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STATfBLZkxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uHK3kklivow/s1600-h/PB280311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273736587263972114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STATfBLZkxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uHK3kklivow/s320/PB280311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two days at camp I experienced intense joy and laughter and wished that it might just last a little longer. My role was to be a facilitator and my team consisted of only 4-5 girls. Though small, my team showed me their highest enthusiasm during the camp and it was utterly awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, something really disturbed my satisfactory on the first day and this happened in a hawker centre nearby the school, where I got ranted at because I bought a can of coke from another drink stall instead of the one which is located just in front of our table. This is madness because I've never been ranted at in public by an annonymous person. This woman is totally out of her mind, I swear. It wasn't just she scolding me. She was shouting at me as if she owned the whole of the hawker centre. Surprising I did not say a word, which I think I should have because I'm not in the wrong. I mean, we can buy drinks from anywhere else, it's our freedom. Why did she react in such a humongous manner. This really upset and disgusted me. Oh what a spoiler. Fortunately the movie I caught that night made my day again. Caught Beverly Hills Chihuahua, It's awesome I tell you. Go catch it if you have the time, or rather, it is a must-watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Celebrated Aaron's birthday ytd at IMM Swensens and we surprised him with his gifts. Session was good and my jaws hurt after that because of the laughing. Brilliant! Once again, Happy Birthday Boss! Went home and I knocked out totally once I feel the comfortness of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head down to town today with Azmi and Christmas lights are up! B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. Took a few pictures of the lightings and Pepperlunched, our all-time favourite, followed by home sweet home. TOUCH session tml morning at 10am. Oh, it's time to turn my fats into muscles! I feel so much healthier now. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers for the season!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6667482698750912999?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6667482698750912999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6667482698750912999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6667482698750912999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6667482698750912999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='you are my sunshine'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/STAV5aXJlzI/AAAAAAAAABc/GqQUAfFqzTw/s72-c/PB270303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-6836742708869320941</id><published>2008-11-26T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:25:11.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steal it away</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired, but I can't get to sleep. Ironic it is, but its been sleepless nights for me this past one week or even longer. It's the sudden change of my body clock I always thought, but it turned out to be something else. Something more terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why such big gap in between. It's not typo. It's just blank. I've got nothing to say. Nothing much. Nothing at all. It's empty. My mind is just exactly like that. Brainwashing, if there's a potion like this, I wouldn't mind paying for that. I just want to close my eyes, and never wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6836742708869320941?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6836742708869320941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6836742708869320941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6836742708869320941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6836742708869320941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/steal-it-away.html' title='steal it away'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-1287958189386664935</id><published>2008-11-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:22:25.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSwTqu8VeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-VH83k-_Pnc/s1600-h/PB220223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272610888620538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSwTqu8VeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-VH83k-_Pnc/s320/PB220223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a child, I looked up to mum and dad. When I was a teenager, I envy fairytales. Just a few days back, I was still naive, thinking that everything happened for a reason. Today, I realised that I was so god damn it dumb to believe it. Perhaps I should really forget about everything and just live my life the way it is since the day I was born. Anyway, life goes on with or without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgwtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to grow up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp tml, waking up at frigging 0600. Jes, it's been so long since I woke up this early. I really hope kids tml will be nice and fun. Grocery shopping with ferisha was fantastic. My first time choosing tomatoes, can you believe it? Squeezed in between those aunties and picked the nicer tomatoes. I wanna marry a rich handsome guy who's willing to hire a maid to do these chores for me! That'll be 360degrees awesome, isnt it? Ya, fat hope, but it doesn't hurt to daydream or wish, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I've got a good and a bad news. Which would you like to hear first? Good news is, my collection of snacks is being replenished, I can snack whole day long. The bad news is, my sore throat is back and these snacking moments got to be postponed, and shouting cheers tml is deeply problematic. Shiat! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touch rug training was self-proclaimed cancelled because ferisha and I were stuck at fairprice for grocery shopping. It's not for play, it's for camp tml. Holy shit, we spent 3hours in fairprice and we're hungry. The stuff are at my place currently. Mum gonna send us there tml, is that cool or what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I need a place to hibernate, I want to get out of this place. I'm sick of it. I got to start planning a runaway. Whatever it is, just live your life to the max, so when you next look back, you'll not regret it. My life has been filled with regrets, it's time to turn it around and start a new phase. What about you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-1287958189386664935?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/1287958189386664935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=1287958189386664935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1287958189386664935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/1287958189386664935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-time-to-grow-up.html' title='it&apos;s time to grow up'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSwTqu8VeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-VH83k-_Pnc/s72-c/PB220223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-5187545633067876387</id><published>2008-11-25T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:42:28.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh, you know me best</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a terrible sore throat, bad flu and I'm feeling unwell. The weather' a killer today. God damn. Having training in school later at 5pm. Good, no sun. Yesterday saw me at Boon Lay Gardens Primary for rough run through and some briefing on the camp. Ater that, Chilling session in town. Dined at Sakura Thai restaurant and food was good. Company was great, day was awesome. And we gave Sinee her birthday present, a PSP. Her reaction was, Wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm heading out to grocery shopping for tml's camp now and I'm craving for pepperlunch. Oh sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..... I simply just don't understand why people can just shoot vulgarities as though they're drinking water. Do vulgarities make you look cool? Or do they give you style? Frankly speaking, they don't. Not one bit at all. It just make you look so crude, I'm utterly disgusted by your words. You think it frigging make you look cool and people will look up to you like a rockstar? Please, my toes are laughing. Come on, get a life DUDE! HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-5187545633067876387?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/5187545633067876387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=5187545633067876387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5187545633067876387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/5187545633067876387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/uh-you-know-me-best.html' title='uh, you know me best'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-4126091805416339366</id><published>2008-11-24T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:51:52.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>As usual I was late for my meeting. Reached around 10.30am and breakfast at mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Boon Lay Gardens Primary, slacking and wasting my time. HAHA, aaron will kill me if he sees this. The room is left with 10 people, dont know what happened to the rest but yeah. Oh well, Monday blues, everything's in slow pace. Let's be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the end of this meeting to home, CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-4126091805416339366?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/4126091805416339366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=4126091805416339366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4126091805416339366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4126091805416339366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-4632880085805871672</id><published>2008-11-24T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:17:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm incredible</title><content type='html'>Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post exam activities had really been working their asses to make me feel good and relaxed and yes, they are indeed successful. I had loads of fun at the Zoo, at the touch rug training, movies, good meals and xbox-ing. I am such a movie fan, that I caught all movies on my list within this week and this is awesome. Its no doubt that I'm the disciple of awesomeness. Oh yeah, don't underestimate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working past midnight into the wee hours of the morning, not studying but doing some board for my gesl day camp coming this wednesday. Well, I better not speak a word out of it because words of frustration may just blabber out unintentionally from my lips. One word maybe to describe it; or perhaps an action would do a better job: *sigh. I have a meeting tml morning and I think it will last till night because of birthday celebration. Oh well, Im just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training last Sat gave me freaking unbearable bodyaches. I guess thats the price I have to pay for not exercising regularly. I swear I almost died while trying to get out of bed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, pictures are up on facebook. Im too lazy to upload them here because it'll take me another hour or so. I need to hit the sack pretty soon because Im really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of all projects, Cheers!! Hope you had a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-4632880085805871672?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/4632880085805871672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=4632880085805871672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4632880085805871672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/4632880085805871672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-incredible.html' title='I&apos;m incredible'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-2714193444901808373</id><published>2008-11-21T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:24:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post exams celebrations activated</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow marks my post exams celebration! We're going to the Zoo Zoo Zoo, how about you you you.. I'm so freaking excited! its been years since I step my foot into that place. Awesome! Girls out tml! So where's the boys, you must be wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I really miss my master of awesomeness who is currently stuck in camp! And he's gonna book out tml, so meet up meet up meet up! Ernie's missing you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Im going back to exercise and working out. HAHA, just kidding. I just joined this touch rug recreational club and and, training this sat! Oh, excited yet anxious. Its been ages since I touched that ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from dinner with azmi and amal at amk hub. The waiting's 1hour long, just for that 'chosen' table. Thank god we're all patient people. I swear I almost fainted while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to Zoology..&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-2714193444901808373?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/2714193444901808373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=2714193444901808373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2714193444901808373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/2714193444901808373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-exams-celebrations-activated.html' title='Post exams celebrations activated'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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-485590240491102084.post-6581572221560493908</id><published>2008-11-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:55:39.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSQ0V2co8BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BIDCWEqIZnY/s1600-h/PB140004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395013927858194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSQ0V2co8BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BIDCWEqIZnY/s320/PB140004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are finally over. Today's the official start of my holidays and I'm happy because no more assignments, no more mugging till the end of the year. I mean like though its after exams, seriously I dont really feel it because perhaps exams are not that intensive for me. 2 papers, 1 each week, how bad can it be? I could be at some theatre watching movie just the day before the paper! Oh wells, uni life, awesome (for the 1st year) that is. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, problems in life are always resurfacing, never-ending. I'm taking things very lightly now. Opinions I hear from everywhere, but.. I'll do what my heart tells and leads me to, even if it sound insane to you. At the end of the day, its my life, I lead my own life, its my call, I call the shots. Why bother about how people look at me? Oh well. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is actually part of a christmas tree. It really gives me the feeling that it's magical, white christmas. Its so pure, so innocent, so nice, so tempting, and Iwish everyday is like this. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSQ0A38WF5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IRHjNqqVNHw/s1600-h/PB190026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394653552023442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSQ0A38WF5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IRHjNqqVNHw/s320/PB190026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingle bell jingle bell, the season's around the corner!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and, greatest-menu-of-life.blogspot.com will still be going on as per normal, so maybe u wanna wanna wanna check it out there! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-6581572221560493908?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/6581572221560493908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=6581572221560493908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6581572221560493908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/6581572221560493908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/white-christmas.html' title='white christmas'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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/_eJCPbC0cK2k/SSQ0V2co8BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BIDCWEqIZnY/s72-c/PB140004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485590240491102084.post-3170969480432597403</id><published>2008-11-17T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:53:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>Hi, this is my new playground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485590240491102084-3170969480432597403?l=thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/3170969480432597403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485590240491102084&amp;postID=3170969480432597403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/3170969480432597403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485590240491102084/posts/default/3170969480432597403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswillbemyplayground.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>JoyceTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07505190187824100352</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></feed>
