<?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-15914594</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:59:54.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring news</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-114007860782597786</id><published>2006-02-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:30:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am probably never going to use this blog anymore. Well, my life has been quite busy that I have no time to actually use it (mostly someone-I-know's fault). Anyway, to all of you who have read my blog, come and gone, I thank and salute you. To all who have ever known that my blog even existed, I kneel at your feet and praise you for keeping it alive... somehow. Anyhow, good luck all of you going or having gone to Australia to become true Aussies at their universities. Hopefully you guys don't feel so homesick, or hopefully nothing bad happens to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-114007860782597786?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/114007860782597786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=114007860782597786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/114007860782597786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/114007860782597786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2006/02/dear-people.html' title='Dear people'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113825874473693824</id><published>2006-01-26T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:59:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be flying over to Australia during the Chinese New Year holidays with my family...for a wonderful reason. Holiday! There's nothing better where I can kick my feet and enjoy myself in a strange yet familiar foreign place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I won't be joining you guys for the farewell party that means. Well, when have I joined you guys for anything? I'm sorry, but it's fate that we should not meet at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113825874473693824?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113825874473693824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113825874473693824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113825874473693824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113825874473693824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2006/01/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113721277774517397</id><published>2006-01-14T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:26:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Time seems to pass so slowly. Man, I feel like dying. I have already started my university year this week and classes, though they may be long are great. The teachers are nice, some of them interesting, some can make you snore in your book. But the fun part is, some classes end at 12pm, so I can go home early. Yahoo! Only on Tuesday, my class end at 4pm, so I have to go home late, but wait! Here is the great part. There is a bus station near HELP and I can take the public bus home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every Monday and Saturday, I go for yoga classes and in between, I go to the gym for exercise. After that, I either read my textbooks or lie on the bed drooling. Nolah, I don't drool. Actually, I'm taking a nap, and I seem to be taking a lot of naps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After those activities, I watch TV and don't go out much. Mannn...my life is boring. What to do?! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh.....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113721277774517397?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113721277774517397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113721277774517397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113721277774517397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113721277774517397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2006/01/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113652542236739543</id><published>2006-01-06T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:30:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hi, People. Well, here I am, studying in HELP. These three days (Wed, Thurs and Fri) had been orientation week for me. I was so nervous on the first day, but now, I feel kind of relaxed. I looked at my schedule and Friday is like a day off for me (Yahoo!). I am doing the Bachelor of Business (Hons) and have met a few friends so far, mostly from Chinese school who finished UEC (dunno what is that). I had to join a group and evilly they made me the group leader. Well, it was only for awhile. Hopefully, I won't get picked as group leader many times for assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had to do things meself (first time), like pick the subjects I want, pay fees and all and I realise, it's fun in a way and not fun. One is I have to wait in a long line. However, no parents to nag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss you all. No one can be compared as all of you who really made my life fun. I thank you and I hope we can meet each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113652542236739543?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113652542236739543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113652542236739543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113652542236739543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113652542236739543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113609384410648048</id><published>2006-01-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:37:24.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today, as everyone probably knows is New Year's day. &lt;em&gt;Haiyyy&lt;/em&gt;...not my day to celebrate. Another year gone. &lt;em&gt;Acckkk&lt;/em&gt;...I'm becoming old! *Thinking 'Lol'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, as I am never going to see you all (seems to be that way), I wish you congrads on jobs well done for SAM. And we seem to be going our seperate ways, most of you studying abroad in Australia (Don't let cultural shock and homesickness get you down!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, I wish a Happy New Year to you people and probably Happy Birthdays as I might never be there to wish you all Happy Birthday, Happy Chinese New Year, Merry Christmas, Happy Thaipusam, Happy Deepavali, Selamat Hari Raya and Get Well Soons for the Year 2006. It will sadden me not to be with you people as you brighten my life when at Taylor's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My birthday is on the 19th of January and I won't forget yours if you don't forget mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good Luck everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113609384410648048?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113609384410648048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113609384410648048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113609384410648048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113609384410648048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-as-everyone-probably-knows-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113609324333049726</id><published>2006-01-01T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:27:23.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/1095/1600/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/1095/320/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My dog is on the net. Yahoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113609324333049726?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113609324333049726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113609324333049726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113609324333049726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113609324333049726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2006/01/junah.html' title='Junah'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113555887462302784</id><published>2005-12-26T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T09:01:14.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are you people asleep out there? Anyway, today is the eve of my parent's anniversary and tonight is the dinner. They've been together for 25 years and their love life has been sad as well as romantic. They made so many sacrifices to be together and I wouldn't asked for better parents than them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday was Christmas and I kind of went through it in a snooze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113555887462302784?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113555887462302784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113555887462302784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113555887462302784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113555887462302784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113534397495005206</id><published>2005-12-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:19:35.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Start of a new life. People, I am leaving the old one behind and starting a new life. I can feel the shift of the universe on my shoulders and I have this feeling that every step I take will decide my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas Eve is tomorrow and I wish you all Merry Christmas. It's the special time of year where you make resolutions, not on New Year. Because you reflect on your past life then and know that you can never turn back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had been offered a place at UniSA, but I am not going to take it. I am changing course and am going to take the one with 1 and a half in Malaysia - 1 and a half in University of Queensland. I am going to join up a course in Economics. Reason I didn't take Mass Com; it isn't really my passion. I can write, but only when I feel like it. Writing is my talent, but I prefer to write Mysteries, humour, anything that doesn't involve tragedy of today's world. Understand that Mass Com will not provide me with what I need. I want to become a writer, but I cannot become that with a course that will make me a journalist. I have no passion for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I congratulate all who was on the list of SAM scholars. I, of course, never made it to the list, but I can't complain. I may not be book smart, but at least I am smart in the sense of being able to accept who I am. I had finally given up thinking that I will properly catch up with the world through being clever. But that is never the answer. Now I am posting as long as Diong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes we must accept things as they truly are. That is the pure beauty and ugliness of it. You can change yourself, but you cannot change your fate. I believe that we control our lives, but not all of it. Like, we can't control death. If we could, I would all for all the people I love to continue living. But we can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113534397495005206?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113534397495005206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113534397495005206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113534397495005206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113534397495005206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113512522775474983</id><published>2005-12-21T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:33:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my...gosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4B's and 1C. I wasn't expecting that. I was like all frustrated, nervous and scared in finding my result but I didn't expect this. 16 for ESL, 15 for Econs and MSU, 14 for Accounts and 13 for Spec Maths. And who said cramming isn't worth it? Whoppps...was I suppose to say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113512522775474983?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113512522775474983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113512522775474983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113512522775474983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113512522775474983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-mygosh.html' title='Oh, my...gosh'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113496089981141912</id><published>2005-12-19T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:54:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People, don't expect the results to come out so early. My dad had called Taylor's College for me and they said that the results will only come out either on Wednesday or Thursday. If you see this, tell others as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113496089981141912?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113496089981141912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113496089981141912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113496089981141912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113496089981141912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/important.html' title='Important!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113470036244267205</id><published>2005-12-16T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:34:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ah, the pangs of boredom. 'Tis a boring day. Where are thou, people of M2? Are thou enjoying thyselves? What are thee doing right now? 'Tis a boring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All right, what I did this week. Well, almost absolutely nothing! I went to a party yesterday but forget about that. Besides shopping for presents and watching TV as well as daydreaming, I did absoultely nothing, and that was pure bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, three more days to go until results are out. Scary, isn't it? I mean, can you even imagine what results you will get, if your TER is terrible and unacceptable to Australian universities? Okay, see you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113470036244267205?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113470036244267205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113470036244267205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113470036244267205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113470036244267205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113409741607942030</id><published>2005-12-09T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:03:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP institute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow I am going to HELP's open day to check out what courses they are going to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113409741607942030?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113409741607942030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113409741607942030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113409741607942030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113409741607942030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/help-institute.html' title='HELP institute'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113409733298376712</id><published>2005-12-09T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:02:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I went to the gym yesterday and I must say, I felt great and shy at the same time. Great is because I am doing something to get me fit and shy because I haven't been there for a long time and I felt like a stranger. I ran, cycled, did weights and streched all in 1 hour or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas is around the corner. It's fun but it's no longer fun when it passes. I haven't gotten presents for my family yet, so here I am typing it to tell me to hurry it up on the shopping. I am going for Confession tonight and what sins I am going to tell the priest, I dunno. I mean, it's embarassing to tell the guy what you had sinned because you don't want anyone to know, although it will be him, me and God who knows what I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113409733298376712?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113409733298376712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113409733298376712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113409733298376712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113409733298376712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/gym.html' title='GYM'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113392506755858677</id><published>2005-12-07T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:11:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am back from Penang. Well, I must tell you, Penang charm has hardly changed, though I must say that the lack in good bookstores is scaring me. Also my grandmother was as charming as ever, shrinking in size but nevertheless in good health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHRISTMAS is coming! What I look forward to is actually the presents. Also celebrating the Good Lord's birthday, but you must admit, it's more exciting waiting for presents, seeing how many presents you get and whether they are really nice ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I must be going. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113392506755858677?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113392506755858677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113392506755858677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113392506755858677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113392506755858677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113344303590640572</id><published>2005-12-01T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:17:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Funny...well, everything is moving so fast...well, for me, at least. I am leaving early for Penang tomorrow. I have guilty feelings about going to Penang because my grandmother's maid, who my parents have gotten from the agency recently is following us to doom. My grandmother is not the easiest woman to be with. She's really scary in a way, and if you were to meet with her, you will feel small because that's what her presence is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh boy... I have to pick a course I am doing in HELP institute and I am stuck between business management and human resource. To me, it's a tough choice. Both courses are good. The bad news is, they start on Jan the 4th. Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, Pips, good night and welcome back to KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113344303590640572?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113344303590640572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113344303590640572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113344303590640572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113344303590640572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/12/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113323934021276265</id><published>2005-11-29T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:42:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, wonderful place. I am going there on the 2nd December, visiting my aunt and grandma. Especially my grandma since I haven't seen her for almost 2 years. I guess you all have gone for your trip to Penang. Have fun. I won't be seeing you all in...like...forever. *Sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, all the best to you pals in the future and beyond. Have a good life, don't forget the people who have met you, all your M2-ians and please, don't fret too much about what you want to be when you grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113323934021276265?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113323934021276265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113323934021276265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113323934021276265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113323934021276265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/11/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113282507106992255</id><published>2005-11-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:37:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mystical beauties standing under the spotlight of the night; their gowns falling carressingly along carefully crafted flawlessness that outshone even a candle on a dark night. The lifting smiles painted on every adoring face and none without a doubt was the odd one out. They were every inch of the words... "Bold, Brash and Beautiful".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is how I would explain about all the girls in our class (guys, cannotlah! You want to be called beautiful?) All radiant and aglowing from being beautiful on prom night. I am not going to compare anyone, as all were exquisitely dressed and some made their best to actually look different but wonderfully placed...like Choon Luan, for example (the green looks good on you). Ai Jet really looks feminine and June, even if she might say that she looked ugly in pictures, looks nice too. For Hazel, wow. You looked absolutely nice. Pei Sem, Shu Ning too. Well, in short, all looked good. Should I call out names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For guys, you were in your prime. You looked good in your suits. If only I could have taken pictures, except I have no camera. The guys of our class, really wearing very formal for the prom. Most of you dyed or highlighted your hair and phunked it up also and the colours boosted up your looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, the thing I must complain about the prom is the tone-deaf singing. I didn't mind at all the teachers being chosen to go up onstage to dance...hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113282507106992255?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113282507106992255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113282507106992255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113282507106992255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113282507106992255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/11/mystical-beauties-standing-under.html' title=''/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113248823082845124</id><published>2005-11-20T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:03:50.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cluck, cluck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113248823082845124?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113248823082845124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113248823082845124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113248823082845124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113248823082845124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/11/cluck.html' title='Cluck!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113237320965416637</id><published>2005-11-19T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:06:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hurrahhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/1095/1600/IMG_0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/1095/200/IMG_0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is my pet chicken. Looking a little grey, isn't he? Careful, he may give you the avian flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, just one more paper left and the one subject which I reallly have trouble with...dum, dum, dum...accounts! Sure doing accounts for you is like eating cake. For me, this is my first major exam accounts paper I have to do (semester exam, mid-year exam and trials not included. Cluck, cluck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, good luck people and see you on Prom night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113237320965416637?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113237320965416637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113237320965416637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113237320965416637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113237320965416637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-hurrahhhh.html' title='Oh, hurrahhhh!!!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113176021216252217</id><published>2005-11-12T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:50:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First of all, I must try to make the post a little longer. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, the movie is premiering on 17 November. None of us can probably go, since the Finals are still going on, but when the Finals are finished, I am going to watch it as soon as I can. I am only seeing the movie for its special effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, for me, the Maths Studies paper was o.k. But I didn't finish! I am so upset. I did like 94% of the paper but the 6%, blah! Well, I did my best, that's what my parents have been telling me. Oh, I also got my SAM prom ticket. If you want to get yours, get it from your table leaders. I'm sure you know who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, good luck for next week on Econs and Spec Maths. I am very sure you people will do very well. I actually see very successful people in our group, M2. Probably be very good in their jobs too. Accounts I am not wishing good luck yet because I'll probably be posting "Good Luck on Accounts" next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;See you all at MPH. I'm going to be there for all the three papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113176021216252217?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113176021216252217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113176021216252217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113176021216252217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113176021216252217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113127999804603638</id><published>2005-11-06T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:26:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow...is English as a Second Language. Well, good luck, if anyone needs good luck for English. well, it is the way that the Australian accent sounds which makes it difficult for Listening and the topic sentences...come on! What is so wrrrooonnggg with my topic sentence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113127999804603638?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113127999804603638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113127999804603638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113127999804603638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113127999804603638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/11/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113107089764736717</id><published>2005-11-04T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:21:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So loonnggg....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Never blog, but that because I am acting like a good little girl and I am studying sooo very hard to at least get very good marks for my final. Also, I have been busy sleeping, bathing and having tuition (eating not included).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last Saturday was my cousin's wedding and I have to say, all the food I had for lunch and dinner after the wedding was enough to fill me up until Friday. I tried new tastes, food being Shanghai food for dinner and I don't think the food was that much superb, fault being I tried to eat each one of the coming dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have bought evrything that was much needed at the prom, so the list of things to buy is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You guys wanted to go to Bukit Merah, Singapore or Langkawi? I dunno, I'm not sure if I can go with you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113107089764736717?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113107089764736717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113107089764736717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113107089764736717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113107089764736717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-loonnggg.html' title='So loonnggg....'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113013612562787133</id><published>2005-10-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:42:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/underworldevolution.html"&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/underworldevolution.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113013612562787133?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113013612562787133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113013612562787133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113013612562787133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113013612562787133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/underworld.html' title='Underworld'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113013605481882161</id><published>2005-10-24T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:40:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underworld2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh my God. Underworld2! Must watch! Must watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113013605481882161?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113013605481882161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113013605481882161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113013605481882161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113013605481882161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/underworld2.html' title='Underworld2'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-113013580503769501</id><published>2005-10-24T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:36:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My obsession for the cute little furbies have died (Actually it didn't but I don't feel so enthusiastic to buy them now...I feel like buying them later) Also, Sudoku has become very boring as I do each puzzle. Please, someone kill my boredom. Going to college has become boring for me. Tomorrow will be the last day for me. Today I sat there looking at the teacher so bored that I wanted to sleep (Partly it was my fault that I was bored because I forgot to bring my file and so I forgot to bring the group project mahjong paper...oh, gawd, I feel guilty. So sorry my group) I have to come tomorrow because of accounts, discussing the company report thing. Don't take it the wrong way that I am bored with you guys...it's just going to Taylors bores me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had this dream (Somehow I must mention it). It involved a gaint blue worm that freakishly had a face and hands and arms. Okay, it was like this. I dreamt of my old primary school and funnily, I was having lunch on the road. The reason that I was having lunch, on a bench and long table so more, was because, I was eating prawn mee at a road block. The road block was there because there was a hole in the road and a pipe had burst so the hole was filled with sewer water. Funnily, Barney, Koon Yee and Diana was in my dream. Not to offend Diana, but she was sitting in yellow sewer water. I don't know why, in my dream it was because there was no place. All of a sudden, there was a shadow in the water. Only I noticed. At first I thought it was a dragon and I was shouting, "Dragon! Dragon!" Then the real creature came out and I saw that it was a blue, patchy, cloth-looking giant worm. I was totally freaked out. And the worm talked. Diana thought that the worm was cool in the dream. Then, all of a sudden, the worm grinned, took my prawn mee and poured it in my lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know why the worm hated me, but I think because I was holding two pillow while eating my prawn mee at the same time. It must have hated me for acting like a kid. I had other weird dreams, but they made much more sense than this dream. All my dreams include talking animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I blame it on the fact that I watched too much South Park, Season 3-5 from friday to Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-113013580503769501?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/113013580503769501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=113013580503769501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113013580503769501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/113013580503769501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112977083701430055</id><published>2005-10-20T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:40:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Horrayyy!!!! Last Day of coming to this stupid college. But next week I'll probably come. What to do? I want to ask questions but can never seem to ask them out loud because everyone is crowding the teachers. So hopefully next week less people come so less people can ask the teachers questions and I can make my move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Accounts is like so hard to do. Wait, make that difficult. Somethimes I don't know how to get one stupid calculation. I don't even know whether it is right or wrong. God, please make the questions on Accounts for the final exam easier to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murderlah is the mock Final. I cannot attend this one. I mean, 7.30 in the morning?! Who can drive me to Taylors and who can pick me up after that. Mrs. Lim must be kidding. I know you guys don't mind but at least you got your own car or there is someone taking you there. I don't want to burden my parents. They are already doing so much for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everyone seems to be so mellow this week, except for a certain few. SAM magazine is here today. Gawd, must read what is in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, to everyone who reads this, Good Luck for your Finals! And congrads to Chi Yao, Kah Meng, June, Mei Chia, Sheng Wei, Ai Jet, Pei Sem and Chon Ling and also Nurul for appearing in the green paper which is the top students for the forecast result. Others, let's do better this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112977083701430055?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112977083701430055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112977083701430055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112977083701430055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112977083701430055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112970365670223796</id><published>2005-10-19T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:23:13.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where City? All gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Wee Yen, June, Mei Chia, Sheng Wei and Mr. Lee. I am making up for yesterday. I wanted to blog but my sister was on the net all the time. She's like glued to it 24/7. Anyway, so far in my life. I am getting more and more cranky. Cause of the final exam. The thing is getting a little buggy now. Revision, revision all the time. And Spec Maths...arggghhhh. I don't know houestions in the exercises Mr. Lee gave us. Does this mean that I am dumb? What is wrong with me? I should be studying 24/7. My tutors keep coming and my head keeps rolling. What a life, what a terrible life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes I feel worthlesss. I keep thinking, everyone is going to notice that you're acting up again then they are going to leave you out of everything until you can't take it anymore and want to commit suicide because of the stress you keep receiving. Umm...forget I said that. It's my head talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sudoku issue is really getting old. I am officially so over it. I may be seen doing it, but with a hand under my head to show how bored I am with all these puzzles. My obsession has now moved to furbies. Only RM199! Yippeee! Must buy toy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today we got back the forecast results. I got 66 for my TER. It's like this, ESL 15B, Econs 13C, Accounts 13C, Maths Studies 13C and Spec Maths 12C. Whateverlah, I am satisfied. I am fixed on going to HELP and nowhere else. You know, when we did the Exit Survey, boy that was irritating, they keep asking, if the answer is no, whydid you not choose Taylors? It's like asking us to come back and study in this crazy college. No thanks.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I live in Bangsar, thenk you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I realise that I am sure never going to wear contacts. You guys may try to pressure me and all and I get all hyped up and keep saying I am going to try contacts, but still, the desire for them has really burned off. Sorry, people. Specs is for me. Friend, not foe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112970365670223796?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112970365670223796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112970365670223796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112970365670223796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112970365670223796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-city-all-gone.html' title='Where City? All gone.'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112951689775992131</id><published>2005-10-17T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:41:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just now post-create got error on page, but never mind. I got 65/100 for Maths Studies. I am not complaining. At least I passed! At first I thought I was gonna fail this subject for the internal assessment part, but I actually passed. Although I was at the bottom of the 23 in the list, but never mind. 65/100 got to mean something. However my mean mark is...52 or 56? I can't remember. I had written it down but the paper ain't with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today, I don't know why but I am brooding. Man, today is not a good day for me. I'm probably brooding because I am only half-prepared for the final. I am not consistently studing at all. Circle geometry for Spec Maths is simply a drag. Naming all the stupid angles and all. Luckily they only ask one question for this. I am simply becoming sick of the maths subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, not knowing my account marks yet, this is what I have so far on my internal assessment mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;65/100 (Maths Studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;47/100 (Spec Maths)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;64/100 (Econs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;73/100 (ESL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am somewhat happy with these marks so the smart people, please don't grumble. At least you did better than me and other people in the class. It is not the end of the world getting 75/100 or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;less! Getting 10/100 is the end of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People of the world, I therefore declare myself the unbothered student. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112951689775992131?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112951689775992131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112951689775992131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112951689775992131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112951689775992131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/brooding.html' title='Brooding?'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112942316522855823</id><published>2005-10-16T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T08:39:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahhhh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You guys, I must tell you the most horrific experience; wearing the contacts! Well, for me, it was most terrible. I couldn't do it. I face a phobia with something touching my eyeball. At first I didn't know, but then when I tried it on...oh, gawd, it was so terrible. The contact wouldn't even go on my eye. I really couldn't put on the trial one. I will have no choice but to go to the prom with glasses. I don't want to go through the contacts thing again (this happened yesterday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112942316522855823?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112942316522855823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112942316522855823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112942316522855823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112942316522855823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/wahhhh.html' title='Wahhhh!!!!!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112926311881547849</id><published>2005-10-14T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:11:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh, Ahh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Sheng Wei, now turned seventeen. I didn't know his birthday was today. Actually, I knew but I knid of forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My MSU marks are 50.71/86. I hope I have 12/14 to get to 62.71. I heard from Ai Jet that no one got lower than 12. Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have really killed my addiction for Sudoku. Now dead and boring to me, I play it at a very slow pace. My addiction for something else has died as well, a game on my sister's handphone. Oh, well...at least can concentrate on my studies now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's going to be Mei Chia's and Mr. Lee's birthday so let's all say Happy Birthday to them (Blows horn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have to really finish my Econs essay but that will really kill all my brain cells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today, my lunch consisted of egg roll with coffee cream inside and strawberry milk. Sorry I couldn't be there with you to celebrate your birthday, Sheng Wei. I was feeling a little too depressed this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My bus driver went ballistic over all the complaints about him. Someone in my bus wrote a complaint letter and now he won't pick us up. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...not that it'll affect me but I am going to be facing a grumpy busdriver when he comes to pick me up...he drives really risky when he is in that mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The prom mood has really ended and now a lazy sort of mood has set in for our class. I keep imagining ideas for my book, which I am not suppose to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish Miss Choo gave us our accounts marks. I really can't wait to get it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miss Prem is getting married on the 27 October. Congrads to her. Too bad I can't go to the wedding. But I have kind of been to a Singh wedding before. Full of fun, music and dancing. Great food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My cousin is also getting married on the 29 October. Congrads to him. The church will be air-conned. Ahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh well, over and done with. I have typed too long for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112926311881547849?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112926311881547849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112926311881547849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112926311881547849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112926311881547849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/ohh-ahh.html' title='Ohh, Ahh...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112918417904472421</id><published>2005-10-13T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:16:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Since Koon Yee feels disatisfied that I didn't write much about him, here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Koon Yee - A little weird in humor. He can make jokes that will sometimes seem funny and don't seem funny. He's good in Sudoku (So he claims) and says he can do it in the fastest time. The shortest guy in the class, you will always find him in orange or blue (pink on certain days). He can be found talking to the people next to him, including Barney. He can either drive you crazy or make you think that he's a worthy friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Also mistake on the height thing for Sheng Wei. It is now Barney is the tallest guy in our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, all that over. My marks has come in...yeah, I think I didn't fail any one of them. I know it is the lowest in class (Sure one, where I can get so high?) Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ESL - 73/100&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MSL - 47/100&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ECO - 64/100&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MSU - 34.11/65&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's all I have. Accounts I am not so sure. Don't want to know. Wait...I do want to know. Miss Choo, give uslah the internal marks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112918417904472421?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112918417904472421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112918417904472421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112918417904472421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112918417904472421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112910134980250886</id><published>2005-10-12T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:15:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really feel bored. Have about 1 hour left to wait for my bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112910134980250886?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112910134980250886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112910134980250886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112910134980250886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112910134980250886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112909877522651286</id><published>2005-10-12T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:32:55.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know why, but I chose Roadman as a topic for this post. On my life, I have found out that I have 73/100 for ESL. The only good thing I have. Econs is 64/100, and the rest is history. Sad, sad part of my life. But enough about me. How is your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Actually, Roadman is a song sung by Smashmouth, now I remember. I remember the word because Li Chen keeps singing, "Calcutta, taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi, Calcutta." Dr. Bombay that one is from. Why am I typing this? Is my life in the Library that much of a waste? I am dying here along with my brain as I continue typing this until I become none existant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am becoming crazy. All right, more on life. I have received an emoticon on my phone and it sadly looks a bit mad. &lt;em&gt;Arghhh&lt;/em&gt;...I am losing control of my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112909877522651286?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112909877522651286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112909877522651286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112909877522651286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112909877522651286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/roadman.html' title='Roadman'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112901342692254812</id><published>2005-10-11T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:50:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahahahawwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The creepy sounds of laughter vibrates and bounces off the walls, as something is waiting to consume your naive soul. How you could not get eaten by a bear, I don't know. You're probably tasty. Chon Ling and Li Chen don't look good together as gay people. I insult, I insult. My maths studies ct3 mark is 21/47. Who invented the junk machine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who is on dope here, you or me? Muahahahahahawwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112901342692254812?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112901342692254812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112901342692254812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112901342692254812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112901342692254812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/muahahahahawwww.html' title='Muahahahahawwww'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112901253516835058</id><published>2005-10-11T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:35:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ughhh...If only I could go back early. Oh, well. Everyone is just so excited about going to the Corraboree. I am too, I guess. It's my first time going to a prom. All I go to is prize-giving sesions, which are boring. Still haven't got a dress? Don't worry, still got time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have become so much better in Sudoku. I am now ranked top 26% for medium level sudoku and top 33% for easy level sudoku. Am I crazed or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112901253516835058?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112901253516835058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112901253516835058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112901253516835058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112901253516835058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/boring-news.html' title='Boring news'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112892633564432146</id><published>2005-10-10T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:38:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Looking through the Budget 2006 Speech to find out on the Malaysian Economy and this is really killing me. And I feel so alone. Most either went home or went for the Actual Science talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112892633564432146?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112892633564432146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112892633564432146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112892633564432146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112892633564432146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/dying.html' title='Dying'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112892600045204465</id><published>2005-10-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:33:20.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daze, the Craze, the Blaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been sadly negleting my blog, but never mind. New updates. I am screaming here. Everyone is like getting a dress! Am I the only one going to the prom with a blouse and skirt? Is there any dress code that says must only be in dress? Please don't tell me so. Say it isn't so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, Ai Jet got a brown dress. Hazel got a white one. Even June Lee bought one. &lt;em&gt;Ayohhh&lt;/em&gt;...I takut a bit. What if they don't accept me? Can they kick me out of the prom then? Cannot, right? I already paid for the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was watching Bleach yesterday, 1-8. Those who don't know about Bleach, it is some Japanese manga show about hantu and those that kill the evil hantu. The good ones go to Soul City, which is sort of like heaven. The show is nice and truly funny but I am still into Saiyuki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have now officially become a Sudoku addict. Chi Yao is one too. Sad, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112892600045204465?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112892600045204465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112892600045204465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112892600045204465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112892600045204465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/daze-craze-blaze.html' title='The Daze, the Craze, the Blaze'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112849503828404089</id><published>2005-10-05T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:22:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about you (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All right, back to the list. I have missed out Poh Yee, Koon Yee, Kah Meng and Chon Ling. Not to worry. I have gotten back to it, one day late:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh Yee &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- I have to say that I am surprised when she had said hi during the early months of SAM to me. I had forgotten that she came from Sri Cempaka Cheras and although I didn't recognise her, she recognised me. The girl hanging with Wee Yen, she is nice, kind and has a big heart, though not so spread around the class. She has helped many people, like getting June some panadol, and she is a creative artist, especially doing the Happy Birthday to Miss Choo card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Koon Yee&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Adui&lt;/em&gt;...what to say? All right, he is Mr. Funny at times. Mr Blur? Don't know. At times he looks blur but the blur factor is disappearing. Likes to laugh a lot too, especially at what cracks Barney made. Also from Cheras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAAAA...KAH MENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kah Meng&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ayohhh&lt;/em&gt;...Mr. Big Star. Thinks that he has a shot at a joke, but no one's laughing. Looks extremely like from the army, especially with the way his hair is, the buzz cut. And what is with the cutting of your hair almost every month? Feeling depressed because that is what girls do to get off their depression; cut their hair. The cheapest option. Likes to be known as Lord Wong Kah Meng because he dreams that one day he is going to make it big. Pro at both Maths subjects, figures out mathemathical problems like some super computer. Sounds also like some computer at times when he goes monotone. Also is a super intelligent boy, when not speaking nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LASTLY, CHON LING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Chon Ling&lt;/span&gt; - Missus Hate-Shake-Legs. I can't help it sometimes. I do it under stress. This gal may have jump up-and-down thoughts, can be bad at English (the grammar) and lovesss Chinese music a lot, however the Ipoh girl is like Superwoman. If there was a Superwoman. Finishes all her homework past the on-time and always give answers to questions in Accounts class. She also has many clothes, don't know how many. However, she is a good pal as long as you don't get her mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, that's all done. Hope you all like it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112849503828404089?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112849503828404089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112849503828404089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112849503828404089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112849503828404089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-all-about-you-part-2.html' title='It&apos;s all about you (Part 2)'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112841216597546166</id><published>2005-10-04T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:23:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about you (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayohh&lt;/em&gt;... Computer is so slow. Rather the Internet is down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I always see people go into Friendster and send messages to their pals or type testimonies. Me, too lazy. Plus, I am bored with Friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, like Chi Yao, I am going to do a... what do you call it? Survey? Testimony? I don't know but I am going to type out whatever it is about you guys. What I have noticed about this group. And what I like about the people. (Sorry, this will have to go as small font.) I hope there is no offense to whatever I have typed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Funny guy. I consider him quite the cool guy. On the first day when he came, much later than all of us, I thought he looked like a gangstar and thought that he'll probably be mean. Actually, he's quite friendly and he doesn't bore the class at all. And I don't see the problem with him talking in class, Ai Jet is much louder. Won't mention anything about the name because all know that it will lead to the words 'dinosaur'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pei Sem&lt;/span&gt; - The friendly girl. Though a little confused. I didn't mind at all when you called me to ask me about the ESL stuff, I needed to use up my phone credit. I am not being sarcastic here. It's true. The number of people who call me is nil, except my parents. A big Thank You to you because you have helped me with that problem that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ai Jet&lt;/span&gt; - The heroine who will never admit that she can be great at times. Selfless, caring, full of heart and always have things to talk about. A really good class rep, I can hardly see anyone doing a better job. Like to bully some people, like Li Chen. But I always wonder why you must be so stressed out. I know you want to get a really good TER (A19 and so), but you must relax a little. Don't fret so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dianna&lt;/span&gt; - The girl who I suspiciously think likes pink and maybe also yellow. Nice girl, sometimes speaks a little too fast that I get confused a bit. You know your stuff in every subject, don't worry and I think you are intelligent in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Chi Yao&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Boy wonder. The very intelligent guy in our class, equal shoulder rubbing with Kah Meng. You however are much easier to talk to than Lord Wong. I seem to understand you better when you explain things. You are more friendly, plus much more funny than Kah Meng. You get along with everyone and everyone loves you (I mean that as "friends"). You never look down on anyone and are always willing to help out. Thank you for all your work spent on photostating to keep our class going. I'll miss you too because you are always patient with me. Good Luck for JPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mei Chia&lt;/span&gt; - I wonder if you ever got bored or upset with our class. I know that we all aren't really your closest friends. We can sometimes really annoy you. Always determined to try and do her best and never gives up. She knows her stuff in Econs and Accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; - A good guy. I hardly talk to you except to say "huh?" and "what is happening?" I do talk to you but not much. What to say about you? Well, you are an easy guy to talk to. Don't be nervous to speak out your ideas or questions even if they may come out as cakar. You got good ideas and good questions, just that Mrs. Soh feels offended by the Nothing at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt; - A really good friend. This gal you should not mistreat. When you are hurt, she comforts you, giving you inspiring words to get you going. To see her cry, you'll feel sad because she seems like the person who should always be kept smiling. Understanding, kind, doesn't give up and doesn't look down on you. Hazel, I feel thankful that you came to be. (Don't feel creeped out) Good Luck for JPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wee Yen&lt;/span&gt; - Always hanging out with Poh Yee and sitting at the back. I don't know you so well like the others but I do know this; you are humble. On the second day rather than on the first day because I only noticed you on the second day, I thought that you might be mean. But you are actually not and this proves to me one thing, don't judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHALL I TALK ABOUT MYSELF...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kim - &lt;em&gt;Ayohh&lt;/em&gt;...the naughty girl. The one who would look at you and say sarcastically, "Oh, really? Icic." She may be quiet, but that's because we hardly talk to her. Always come to college first, then goes to the Library, if there is project due. Never does homework at home (and so she claims) You're fun to be with in a way, and you sure can pover me with questions and "Can I see the exam paper, the one with the lines in the graph?" If I have ever snaped at you, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Pui Ling&lt;/span&gt; - I have know you for six years, correct? In secondary school, always hanging around with Carina, May Hsin and Benjamin. How are they by the way? However, still the same behaviour. Love to ask questions and all that. Cik Zainab really loves you for that. A nice girl that gets worked up at times. Don't feel bad about Econs. You got a looonnnnggg way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Shu Ning&lt;/span&gt; - The girl who eats with PeiSem and Choon Luan, unless her friends ask her to join them and she goes. Loyal to Pei Sem, in sitting arrangement and having lunch together. Sounds very professional, what they say, like a businesswoman. You are unique in a way and I say this because I don't know what else to say. I thank you because you have helped me in many things, and it is a big Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Choon Luan&lt;/span&gt; - Ahhh...Choon Luan. Finally reached to you. The one who lives near Taylor's College, just opposite, taking only 5 minutes to reach there (or less). Lucky you canget up late a little. The one who manages to always get the New Straits Times. Quiet girl, then I bug you and you go, "Hmm?" You are a really, what other word besides nice, spectacular pal. Has helped me a lot, like Pei Sem and Shu Ning. A big Thank You to you too. I won't forget you especially, because of your blue Esprit bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHO LEFT, WHO LEFT...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quiet girl, that's because you're sleeping. Always wearing tudung. I like your Panasonic phone because it is small. Likes to laugh especially at jokes made at you. (The jokes not to offend) Which guy you prefer, Kah Meng or Hari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nurul&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; - Wow, all the diamond rings and necklaces. And you wear all four rings when you're back at Ridzuan. Likes to laugh too and how you think of all the dirty stuff with Wei Hsien. (Not to offend) I thank you for helping me out with Specialist Maths problems. &lt;em&gt;Ayohh&lt;/em&gt;...they just miss too many steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Wahhh&lt;/em&gt;...squeaky voice. You know, you're the one girl with a really high-pitched voice, and you really sound like that when you are excited. Partners in crime with Ai Jet or Pui Ling. What I can say about you is that you look like Miss Perfect. (Not to offend) You are truly Miss Nice as well and sorry I don't have your phone number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Li Chen&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; - No innocent girl here. Ai Jet's buddy and bully. You are truly amazing because you can get Ai Jet to really laugh out loud, besides Barney. Never a moment dull. May be going through a tough time during your trials, but you'll be able to manage. Can always tell that there is a storm brewing around her that will sweep people off their butts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sheng Wei&lt;/span&gt; - On the first day, I was wondering why you and Li Chen were so close to each other and was thinking, "Oh, they must have come from the same school or something." Then I realised that you are brother and sister. Like Li Chen, never a dull moment with him. Tallest boy in class, he can reach every projector that is too far away for other reaching hands. You can laugh with him, get to know stuff and all that with him, this for the guys in our class and he is friendly to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, I'll get back to Koon Yee, Kah Meng and Chon Ling when I am free. Got a bus to catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112841216597546166?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112841216597546166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112841216597546166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112841216597546166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112841216597546166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-all-about-you-part-1.html' title='It&apos;s all about you (Part 1)'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112840635866129166</id><published>2005-10-04T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:12:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You guys shouldn't feel depressed. I know you all want higher marks and since you all want to go to Australia to study(which is a boring place) you must get a high TER like past 90, but it is not like the end of the world. Plus, look at what I got so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;50 for Econs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;55 for Maths Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;26.5/80 for Accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So don't feel bad. Wipe those tears and smile your beautiful smiles (getting weird here...) I am happy, whatever. Come what may. Like that song from Moulin Rouge, the soundtrack. That was a really nice song. Plus there is still the Finals. Probably there you guys can get your A... somethings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112840635866129166?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112840635866129166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112840635866129166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112840635866129166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112840635866129166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-worry.html' title='Don&apos;t worry'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112832206791852395</id><published>2005-10-03T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:47:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I got 26.5/80 for accounts trial exam. actually, I don't care anymore. Whateverlah. I am just gonna go on with life. Really no mood to argue or to feel disappointed. I am in sort of a dreamlike mood, where I realize that I don't have to be worried about homework anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Whaa...you guys are so excited about the...prom. Don't know how to spell Corrabore...something like that. &lt;em&gt;Ayoh&lt;/em&gt;...how to spell properly? Anyway, talking about prom dress and all that stuff. June wants to get a dress some more. That's fine, I'm going to stick with the blouse and skirt...must get sandals and bag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, about today. Nothing much except for the movie thing at 2.00p.m..To choose Red Shoes or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;See how bored I am waiting for my bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112832206791852395?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112832206791852395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112832206791852395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112832206791852395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112832206791852395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112822002086245026</id><published>2005-10-02T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:27:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally got my prom dress. Well, rather prom blouse and prom skirt. My mum was so excited about looking around and trying to find me something nice to wear. I was also excited, reason was because I needed to get out of my house. My sister is studying for her finals and  that looked kind of depressing. I know that I ain't studying hard enough&lt;em&gt; (he...he...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That was yesterday. Today...&lt;em&gt;haiyhh&lt;/em&gt;...I'll go in depressed mood because tomorrow must go back to college and wait to face the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112822002086245026?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112822002086245026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112822002086245026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112822002086245026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112822002086245026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112806553363864656</id><published>2005-09-30T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:32:13.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Free at last. Though I know that Accounts and Specialist Maths ain't gonna look good on my report. But hey, I did my best and I'm kind of proud. &lt;em&gt;Must avoid Miss Choo especially...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna buy my prom dress. In the meantime, I'll also be going to MPH because of that 15% discount on all books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woww, so long haven't used the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112806553363864656?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112806553363864656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112806553363864656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112806553363864656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112806553363864656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112744862287086458</id><published>2005-09-23T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:10:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forgot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To anyone whose reading this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't be nervous, remain calm. God is always at our side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ai Jet, don't go popping the weasel. Relax, man. It's only Trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyone else nervous? Oh yeah. Note to myself: Don't act kiasu. Remain calm. You have the confidence to get through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112744862287086458?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112744862287086458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112744862287086458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112744862287086458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112744862287086458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost forgot...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112744833541051585</id><published>2005-09-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:05:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish good luck to all those in my class and outside who are taking SAM trials. I would also like to wish myself good luck, because I do need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112744833541051585?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112744833541051585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112744833541051585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112744833541051585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112744833541051585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112736256287475076</id><published>2005-09-22T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:16:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My hair is drying up all because of this stupid weather. Why can't the weather be more caring? Rain, then sun, then rain, then sun, then sun. Whatlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Anyway, some people in our class went for the talk at TBS on australian universities. It's during breaktime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm so bored I don't know what to type. I know that I should be studying (I am!) but now is not a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to go and watch Corpse Bride. It isn't out yet. It's like Nightmare Before Christmas, also directed by Tim Burton. I like the guy's shows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112736256287475076?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112736256287475076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112736256287475076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112736256287475076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112736256287475076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled (?)'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112728486086918206</id><published>2005-09-21T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:41:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Must say Happy Birthday to Choon Luan. Now 18 years old. Now can go watch R-rated movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, today was a boring day. Well, this week is a boring week. Study, study. Okay, I have learned more things that I am supposed to learn about. Yawning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My bus driver, yeah. The one guy I want to kill. Everyday bring the stupid small bus that can fit small kids. Had to sit in the back cause the front got no place. Best part is the window cannot close. So when rain comes, can get wet. Exciting, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haii&lt;/em&gt;...doing accounting report now. Almost done. It sucks doing this assignment. Must also do notes for Maths Studies. &lt;em&gt;Arggghhhh....&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/15914594-112728486086918206?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112728486086918206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112728486086918206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112728486086918206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112728486086918206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112719748401077833</id><published>2005-09-20T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:24:44.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To remind myself, I have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;24/30 for specialist maths directed investigation paper one;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;14/20 for accounting essay;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;65/100 for maths studies CT4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bloody hell...can't remember what else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Still no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1, 2, 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think there's no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112719748401077833?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112719748401077833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112719748401077833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112719748401077833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112719748401077833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/marks.html' title='Marks'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112719700594824148</id><published>2005-09-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:16:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It has gone off to a boring start. This week was plain boring. All revision work, no time to get some nice shut eye, teachers nagging on and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wonder how you guys can survive. I can hardly study properly because of all this work. There's also the accounts assignment. &lt;em&gt;Ayohhh&lt;/em&gt;... I cannot concentrate. Stop giving me all this rubbish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112719700594824148?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112719700594824148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112719700594824148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112719700594824148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112719700594824148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/aiii.html' title='Aiii...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112684369696412250</id><published>2005-09-16T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:08:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I got 3.8 for my econs. Wow, never imagined that. I always get low marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways... I downloaded the imbu thing. My avatar is luceju. Neat stuff but I'm still on the confusion side in what it does...geez, the stuff is bloody expensive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not much happened. I can no longer get any free stuff since the STD campaign is no more. I should be doing the econs essay for 2004...got three more left...but I'll do it after three. English was like there was no lesson. We receive our maths CT4 papers at accounts class...hope I didn't do badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiya&lt;/em&gt;...it's a real boring day. No rain so far...always hot weather. At least can relax, but there is a possibility that I'll have to go up for the accounting report presentation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112684369696412250?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112684369696412250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112684369696412250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112684369696412250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112684369696412250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/wahhh.html' title='Wahhh...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112677003822897241</id><published>2005-09-15T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:40:38.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know, people always seem to think that the world is ending. Then, why are we still living? What is the purpose of our continouos lives? Are we like running some purpose that we cannot see, that God has planned for us? I believe in God, but I am not a believer in his so-called plans. All right, so we do good deeds to enable our passageway to heaven. But what are we doing now? Can education really help us help people? Work is never much related to our education (well, only to some people). Are we really helping people, even now? Have we even helped absolute poverty people. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112677003822897241?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112677003822897241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112677003822897241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112677003822897241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112677003822897241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-can-it-be.html' title='How can it be?'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112650783950516268</id><published>2005-09-12T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:50:39.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, my day went like this. I went for the STD campaign launch. I got lots of free stuff (from Baskin Robbins, Dominoes, Pathlab, a t-shirt, snacks like Kit Kat) from the goody bag they gave. I also went for the whatever-it's-name-is...rush, r...have to look at newspaper...rage. Yeah, that's the one...Rage. Saw some guy who Shengwei said was kopitiam, don't watch...there was also Dawn, fhm model, Marrion...dunno...and Hannah Tan, I can remember that because my sister's name is Hannah...miss Malaysia petite. Showing the all latest rage...whatever...and giving stomp tickets. Got guys dancing... Euric said he saw them at SPCA, correct? Also, they asked people from the floor to join them in playing with household items like in Stomp...they got the free tickets to Stomp (eye roll).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, we didn't have Econs class though the essays had to be passed up...we had ESL although we had canceled it earlier, Miss Prem gave us the go...and everyone took a peek at my free stuff...Diong, Dianna, Pui Ling, Kah Meng didn't go...don't know why but lucky them, the cafeteria was stuffing hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All right, at 2, the "8-team" came...lame name and gave out free stuff. Barney opened the booth to let some of us get the free stuff. Pui Ling, Hazel, June, Li Chen took part in the so-called games to get more free stuff. (For me not worth it...now I'm hating the STD-campaign. Why you guys so desperatelah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112650783950516268?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112650783950516268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112650783950516268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112650783950516268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112650783950516268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-far.html' title='So far...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112642441301086760</id><published>2005-09-11T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:40:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112642441301086760?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112642441301086760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112642441301086760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112642441301086760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112642441301086760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/anyone.html' title='Anyone'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112631977834770013</id><published>2005-09-10T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:36:18.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote! Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please go and click on the Cast your Vote button. It is so important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112631977834770013?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112631977834770013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112631977834770013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112631977834770013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112631977834770013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/vote-vote.html' title='Vote! Vote!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112631915672299917</id><published>2005-09-10T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:25:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something fishy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A virus has been going on, a flu virus. A real bad case. So far it has struck a lot of people, this claim from my sister who said half her class is coming down with it and also a claim from her tutors and mine falling sick between last week and this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Also, there had been a blackout in Subang Jaya yesterday about 3.45 p.m. I knew because I was in the web when the blackout happened. I went to Kiosk and the whole row of shops were dark. I don't know when the power came back on though. I was gone at 4.10 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112631915672299917?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112631915672299917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112631915672299917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112631915672299917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112631915672299917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-fishy.html' title='Something fishy...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112624980450081848</id><published>2005-09-09T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T15:10:04.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those who want to know better about Balance Day Adjustment of Accounts from Miss Choo should take these classes from 9.00a.m. to 11.00p.m. held at LT7 or C21 every Saturday. They are not compulsory, but you know, in case Miss Choo has any tips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112624980450081848?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112624980450081848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112624980450081848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112624980450081848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112624980450081848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/extra-class.html' title='Extra Class'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112623428924188590</id><published>2005-09-09T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:51:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days...boing...boing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know, it's so irritating to see the door of the web being pushed in instead of pulled forward. Doesn't anyone know that pushing the door inwards makes a very iriitating sound that is caused by the floor being scratched by the door bottom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, so far, I have been chosen as group leader in the Directed Investigation 2 for Maths Studies by our lovely miss Hazel. My group members are as followed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;June Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Li Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Guys, don't blame me if I am a lousy leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112623428924188590?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112623428924188590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112623428924188590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112623428924188590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112623428924188590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/daysboingboing.html' title='Days...boing...boing'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112616428943483377</id><published>2005-09-08T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:24:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A burglar broke into a house one night. He shone his flashlight around, looking for valuables, and when he picked up a CD player to place in his sack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying "Jesus is watching you." He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight out and froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head, clicked the light back on and began searching for more valuables. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard, "Jesus is watching you." Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you say that?" he hissed at the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the parrot confessed, "I'm just trying to warn you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who the hell are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moses," replied the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moses" the burglar laughed. "What kind of stupid people would name a parrot Moses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably the same kind of people that would name a rotweiller Jesus," the bird answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112616428943483377?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112616428943483377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112616428943483377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112616428943483377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112616428943483377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/jesus-is-watching.html' title='Jesus is watching'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112616299234878802</id><published>2005-09-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:03:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://65.200.22.231/productimages/LuckyPenny/whitetigeresscubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://65.200.22.231/productimages/LuckyPenny/whitetigeresscubs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are like rubbish, huh, Kah Meng?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112616299234878802?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112616299234878802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112616299234878802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112616299234878802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112616299234878802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/what.html' title='What the...?'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112615666624654599</id><published>2005-09-08T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:17:46.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I expect to face boredom in this three-hour time zone as I long await my bus. I shall tell you what has happened so far. Class test 4 for Maths Studies is over and so far, I know Chi Yao, Barney and Kah Meng have finished. There was almost a trip to Sunway Piramid, unfortunately, that was cancelled in ten minutes at Asia Cafe. I am trying to do the Econs essay but to no avail. I am slightly depressed because my mum keeps scolding me for borrowing her driver. Listening was fine. Tommorrow the whole college has to wear yellow as a reminder of Armstrong the cyclist defeating cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112615666624654599?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112615666624654599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112615666624654599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112615666624654599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112615666624654599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/events.html' title='Events...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112605696260617675</id><published>2005-09-07T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:36:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I forgot that the library didn't allow in sleeveless people so I'm stuck here in computer lab 6. I so far tried doing the econs essay of Trial 2003 and 2004 but I haven't really started. So far I know Nurul is done. I know that I got the two hours as I wait for my bus to do it but I don't feel like doing it. The questions are crap, no offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112605696260617675?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112605696260617675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112605696260617675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112605696260617675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112605696260617675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/essay.html' title='Essay'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112598213431742808</id><published>2005-09-06T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:48:54.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayohhh&lt;/em&gt;...didn't know how to do question 1b for today's paper of Spec Maths. Who ever said it was easy? And how is it much better than the first day's one. Finally finished econs but know I have to face doing the essays. Boring day, must wait two hours for the bus after Maths Studies class and Accounts has become more boring than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112598213431742808?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112598213431742808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112598213431742808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112598213431742808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112598213431742808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-day-today.html' title='My day today...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112591856419524361</id><published>2005-09-05T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:09:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finished Econs. Okay, there is the oral presentation tomorrow and that kind of scares me. Direct Investigation for Spec Maths is almost over, there's one more tomorrow. I don't feel like studying for Class Test 4 of Maths Studies but I know I should. I just did only 144 words for the Creative Writing Test. &lt;em&gt;Ayoh&lt;/em&gt;...mana ada masa untuk belajar bagi Peperiksaan Trial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112591856419524361?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112591856419524361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112591856419524361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112591856419524361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112591856419524361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112590530378006554</id><published>2005-09-05T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:06:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire coming out of the monkey's head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existance a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead, the dance of the dead, the dance of the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O little town U.S.A, the time has come to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's nothing you believe you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But where were you when it all came down on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Did you call me? No &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/15914594-112590530378006554?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112590530378006554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112590530378006554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112590530378006554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112590530378006554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/fire-coming-out-of-monkeys-head.html' title='Fire coming out of the monkey&apos;s head'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112561928666136198</id><published>2005-09-02T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:04:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what is said about our country in CIA - The World Factbook...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Malaysia, a middle-income country, transformed itself from 1971 through the late 1990's from a producer of raw materials into an emerging multi-sector economy. Growth was almost exclusively driven by exports - particularly of electronics. As a result, Malaysia was hard hit by the global economic downturn and the slump in the information technology (IT) sector in 2001 and 2002. GDP in 2001 grew only 0.5% due to an estimated 11% contraction in exports, but a substantial fiscal stimulus package equal to US $1.9 billion mitigated the worst of the recession and the economy rebounded in 2002 with a 4.1% increase. The economy grew 4.9% in 2003, notwithstanding a difficult first half, when external pressures from SARS and the Iraq War led to caution in the business community. Growth topped 7% in 2004. Healthy foreign exchange reserves, low inflation, and a small external debt are all strengths that make it unlikely that Malaysia will experience a financial crisis similar to the one in 1997. The economy remains dependent on continued growth in the US, China, and Japan, top export destinations and key sources of foreign investment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112561928666136198?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112561928666136198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112561928666136198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112561928666136198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112561928666136198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/malaysia.html' title='MALAYSIA'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112561888984557720</id><published>2005-09-02T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T07:54:49.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the library...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here I am again, in the library. Came around 7.40 a.m. Pui Ling, why did you have to keep three computers to yourself? Don't worry, I understand (Sort of). Saw my friend, actually sitting kind of opposite me. We're between the long table with computers. See Sheng Wei and Koon Yee. Still looking for examples for Question 3. See Chi Yao. I'm sure that his group will do veryyyy wellll. Oh, my class is in the computer room. See Hari, Choon Luan and June. Wonder where I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112561888984557720?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112561888984557720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112561888984557720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112561888984557720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112561888984557720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-library.html' title='In the library...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112557868211870536</id><published>2005-09-01T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:44:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still checking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...still surfing around the net for answers to my question 3...looking in magazines don't seem to be working...how do people in the old times actually do research without using the net?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112557868211870536?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112557868211870536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112557868211870536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112557868211870536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112557868211870536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-checking.html' title='Still checking...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112557815274623601</id><published>2005-09-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:35:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog, my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I totally love my new blog now! Look at all the new stuff I have put in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112557815274623601?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112557815274623601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112557815274623601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112557815274623601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112557815274623601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-blog-my-blog.html' title='My blog, my blog'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112555897699431502</id><published>2005-09-01T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:16:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting...no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For those who love a good scare, here is the dates of any Maths Studies tests or assignments coming up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8 Sept- Class Test 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12-13 Sept- Direct Investigation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is for Specialist Maths...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next week, Direct Investigation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is for English as a Second Language...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next week, Monday to Wednesday... Creative Essay Writing Test on "Revolt of Mother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is for Economics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next week, Monday to Wednesday... Oral Presentation (And my group's on Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112555897699431502?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112555897699431502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112555897699431502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112555897699431502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112555897699431502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/09/excitingno.html' title='Exciting...no!'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112547525536133762</id><published>2005-08-31T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:00:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Selamat Hari Merdeka kepada semua. The thing I like about Merdeka day is watching the parade to see the floats and singing the national anthem. I remember countless times learning our Sejarah that After the rombongan ke London, Tunku Abdul Rahman told everyone di Hilir Melaka that our country was to have merdeka. That did not really bring me any inspiration but what the heck, I just trying to make this post look long. Then I remember that three times shout of "Merdeka!" by the Tunku and that also did not bring any inspiration to me. I was never a die hard Malaysian fan. I hardly like the weather or its type of food, or rather the Chinese one and the Malay kuihs. I just like singing the anthem cause its catchy and I get to be quite lay-back except when my dad pesters me at driving and when my result of any test comes out. And also when the test times start. e-Gasp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112547525536133762?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112547525536133762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112547525536133762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112547525536133762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112547525536133762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112538507222291729</id><published>2005-08-30T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:57:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The passing hour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally some time movement...an hour has passed...an hour more to wait for the bus...my driver is sooo malas that he has two different drivers driving his buses in the morning. I'm still searching in google, askjeeves, findarticles for the econs thing, soalan 3, but no luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112538507222291729?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112538507222291729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112538507222291729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112538507222291729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112538507222291729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/08/passing-hour.html' title='The passing hour...'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914594.post-112538375361420146</id><published>2005-08-30T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:39:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/1095/1600/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/1095/320/images4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A tiring tuesday...&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;...feeling a little blue here...I keep looking for information on Econs but examples are really hard to find here. Troublesomelah...why they don't have? How is my pic? Really suitable, ya? I was looking through images in google and I found this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914594-112538375361420146?l=j-gym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/feeds/112538375361420146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914594&amp;postID=112538375361420146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112538375361420146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914594/posts/default/112538375361420146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-gym.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>lucejuliane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875656603267541214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fallenangelss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
