<?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-11097905</id><updated>2011-11-27T03:01:43.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fingersmith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114174949762400025</id><published>2006-03-08T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:42:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;dear friends i have shifted my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/etherealcuriosity"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; and will not be updating here! see ya dudes!&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/11097905-114174949762400025?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114174949762400025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114174949762400025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114174949762400025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114174949762400025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-friends-i-have-shifted-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114164373251129882</id><published>2006-03-06T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:37:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sheer Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivienne yeo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sheer love is uber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Like a sublime stupor-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Kissed by the consisitant passion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sparking infinite possiblities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its drives the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Towards a goal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And stiffens one's resolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;No matter the odds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What a love that surges forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;From waters of turbulant froth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Emerging triumphant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;matter the odds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sheer love conquers the impossible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Making all else possible;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sustaining a noble fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;That keeps a life resiliently aglow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;How unseen, yet seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So invisible, yet visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-114164373251129882?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114164373251129882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114164373251129882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114164373251129882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114164373251129882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/sheer-love-vivienne-yeo-sheer-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114156784297639734</id><published>2006-03-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:45:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/3076_bigpreview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/3076_bigpreview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;BOTTOMS UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;alright chill, i'm not selling porn here la, u guys noe i got a thing about butt,right? thats a sexy piece of meat aren't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;sheesh.. hey check out this out (i got them from today's lifestyle), see what the experts have concluded on what they see a beautiful butt is like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;slight hollow on each side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a curved fold where the bottoms meet the thighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a V-shape crease tt looks like a cleavage from the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;two dimples in the lower back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;interesting! there u go, time to check ur butt ladies! kekeke guys too..&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/11097905-114156784297639734?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114156784297639734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114156784297639734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114156784297639734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114156784297639734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/bottoms-up-alright-chill-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114156573465646581</id><published>2006-03-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:35:34.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-fowarded email from ade. &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/11097905-114156573465646581?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114156573465646581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114156573465646581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114156573465646581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114156573465646581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/fowarded-email-from-ade.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114147784403407526</id><published>2006-03-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:33:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Guess i ain't gonna change my blogskin cox i love seeing my error page. and i still get pple tricked like the dumbo jason! and it makes me so proud fooling pple! geez im so mean.&lt;br /&gt;anyhows i was at the coffee beans again this afternoon chatting my time away, with g-o-g-o, sis and dearie:)&lt;br /&gt;omg i can't go on idling around without getting a proper job and waste my holiday online, shopping, chat, laze...but u know what? i love it! this lifestyle will not last more than a month and a half so i'll play hard yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and when i play hard i mean it. i wanna go out of da hs and spend as much time as i wan with my friends i missed during my school. oh wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and sis likes the lyrics of this song. i agree (but the ending don't sound nice)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;BIG BROVAZ LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Baby Boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;From the day that I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I knew that we would pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cause the chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;we felt that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Felt so real, and so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Looking back on a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;we spent together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;How it’s been, what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;we went through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Although we’ve had our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;little ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;We’ve still pulled through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Baby girl you’re my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;world my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna lace you with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;diamonds and every ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Give you everything you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;dream and fantasize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cause you can tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Looking in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You keep it real with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I keep it real with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You keep on loving me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’ll keep on loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Keep doing what you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I feel your whole aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I can’t wait to hook up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;again tomorrow baby - what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My love for you will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You’ll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;As long as time keeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;on passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You’ll always be my baby boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Everytime I look at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can’t believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’ve found a love so true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;(and)I took my time to put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;my trust in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I must admit it was so hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And every minute that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;spend with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You make me believe I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;have nothing to loose and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Deep down I always knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that you would be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you believe in destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Because I got a funny feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;this was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Without you I’d be lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I need you next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Preferably in the house full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;of luxuries and little kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;From day one I was sprung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;knew you was gonna be one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cause my heart spoke for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;very first time in a long while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And every time you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can see us walking up the aisle with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;carrying my child C’mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you were to go, I don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You’re the only one who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;sweeps me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Makes my soul go weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The only one who makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;my heart wanna beat and I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I could never live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You know that what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;has to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cause you’re my, my sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ever since the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that I looked into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I knew that you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;gonna be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling you from the inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you’re not by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You’re the only girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that’s on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I never knew a love like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;this, a love so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;A vision so picture perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it could never be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Along the way, you’re gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;see you belong with Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I might have to marry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;one day baby eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;---end----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i love u baby&lt;/span&gt; no matter what&lt;3&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/11097905-114147784403407526?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114147784403407526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114147784403407526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114147784403407526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114147784403407526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/guess-i-aint-gonna-change-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114135476879263840</id><published>2006-03-03T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:39:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i've got a box of choc and corrinne may's cd burnt for me! i'm grinning from ear to ear :) sweet darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;later on i'll be hangin out with sayang darling dreamwife-ade haha tt's the proper way to call my dreamwife and she specifically reminded me tt, y'day lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;aye, one more thing, i hate curfews! they're freaking limiting my activities to the day time and i can only be out under the moon for only a few hrs before i report home -_-"' cox i'm experiencing the teenage yrs when u fight for more freedom and curse when u dun. ooops not cursing i haven swear a word yet, im just penning down my frustrations becox i dun get what i want. and hellooooo i dun create trouble like some bustard kids out there making their sex videos or smoke or scream at the top of their voice...&lt;br /&gt;typical what! sigh, youngsters nowadays huh are a lot wilder mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyhows, i linked from ade's blog and drew my own dreamhouse too. and i have got a thing bout personality test. who don't?! but this one sux about telling my presonality results. neh neh cox they aren't really true since the results from others varies only a lil and its computer generated dumb thing, they dun really analyse what i drew, they simply ask a few vague questions after u draw and calculate it in their own ways. and poof, my results-&lt;br /&gt;Based on the drawing and the 10 answers they gave this is a summary of their personality:&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. son.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you shut yourself off. It's difficult to win your heart because you have decided to keep your feelings deep inside. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.&lt;br /&gt;You are not a romantic person by nature. We also see that you are sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;see? and they say ade's not romantic too, my sis ain't romantic tooo.... what nonsense! (but u can tell me as a friend, how much u agree though, perhaps i dunno myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;wanna see what i drew for my dreamhouse? hehe sux big time man-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=286893&amp;amp;houseHash=d302e4f1a506d4c8374840fe6cc2a9bb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; fullhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-114135476879263840?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114135476879263840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114135476879263840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114135476879263840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114135476879263840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-got-box-of-choc-and-corrinne-mays.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114119184215785402</id><published>2006-03-01T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:48:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Judith, your Personality Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Key Areas of your Personality&lt;br /&gt;Your personality stands out from the average person's particularly in the areas of:&lt;br /&gt;Your High Curiosity Level&lt;br /&gt;Your High Empathy/ Sensitivity Level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Need-80%&lt;br /&gt;Openness-50%&lt;br /&gt;Approval Need-70%&lt;br /&gt;Ability to Focus-75%&lt;br /&gt;Emotionality-70%&lt;br /&gt;Reliance on Intuition-70%&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance for Change-75%&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is made up of a unique pattern of traits. These traits impact the way you think, feel, and behave on an everyday basis. In your report you will read a detailed explanation of each of your core personality traits, including your strengths and challenge points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Interaction Style:&lt;br /&gt;You scored 80 in the area of extroversion/ introversion, which means that your energy is directed primarily outward - towards other people and things- rather than inward. You gain energy, rather than lose energy, by moving and interacting. It is essential that your work environment matches your extroversion/ introversion tendency, otherwise you won't feel happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social patterns: You are right-brained when it comes to interacting with people and recognizing emotions in other people. When you look at a person's face you focus on what you see on the left. Hearing preferences are an interesting exception to this right-left crossover. For example, if two people were talking behind a closed door and you needed to put your ear on the door to hear, you would tend to use your right ear instead of your left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&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/11097905-114119184215785402?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114119184215785402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114119184215785402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114119184215785402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114119184215785402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/judith-your-personality-summary-key.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114118882079919903</id><published>2006-03-01T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:53:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;buddies are almost done with their exams. oh gosh hovoc time is coming soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyhows, i'm staying away from oily food cox there's something wrong with my digestion lately. aww gross!! no more fish and chips, no more burgers, no more pizzas for me ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;fine, and i'm moving on with a new chapter of my life. a mistake, a moment of folly, or a good choice, i chose to bid farewell to c-c bond. and then when i see myself smiling on sweet nothings, everything is complete, like what -- said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i still love and need my friends yea :)  &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/11097905-114118882079919903?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114118882079919903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114118882079919903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114118882079919903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114118882079919903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/buddies-are-almost-done-with-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114105349665330430</id><published>2006-02-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:18:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yee pee ah yee yeah yeah, yee pee ah yi yeah...&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/11097905-114105349665330430?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114105349665330430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114105349665330430&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114105349665330430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114105349665330430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/yee-pee-ah-yee-yeah-yeah-yee-pee-ah-yi.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114094100090029009</id><published>2006-02-26T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:31:25.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;went down town twice in a row for two days with michie mich, i can nv estimate how our friendship is worth cox i simply love my time spend with her. we were in town not to shop but juz each other's accompany...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;then we headed to clarke quay at night for a drink kekeke naughty gals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;y'day i was at the polyclinic hoping to have the corn on my hand and leg removed. the doctor refered me to the skin centre instead becox they don't do minor surgery there. oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyways i wanna buy this book called the &lt;em&gt;close range&lt;/em&gt; brokenback mountain. its about the gays and betcha all heard of tt movie going on right now, too bad i'm under aged to get in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;tra-la-la and i wanna hold ur hand&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/11097905-114094100090029009?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114094100090029009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114094100090029009&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114094100090029009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114094100090029009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-down-town-twice-in-row-for-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114067985328654741</id><published>2006-02-23T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:33:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;awww yeepeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Three cheers, and three cheers for HO-LI-DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and shoo shoo those sub-papers, don't come knock on my door, i wanna indulge in my beloved vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyways i just realised i wasted 20 bucks on two bottle of red luscious nail polish like nothing! nvm i tell ya its really those red red red berry RED colour hurhurhurhrurrr..so hiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ooolala say my name say me name.. sorry i'm in such a good mood i can't think of any content to blog about, i better sign off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&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/11097905-114067985328654741?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114067985328654741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114067985328654741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114067985328654741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114067985328654741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/awww-yeepeeethree-cheers-and-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114031472219753037</id><published>2006-02-19T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:05:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;what have i been up to this no-life mugging this whole week? 'ITS ALL FOR MY OWN GOOD' ugh damn it if only i had been a good gal and clarify doubts in class i wouldn't have to study so hard lik nv before,because they all seem so new to me. but pls i swore i would work twice as hard before this sem and i guess i played twice as hard and ran away from work as much as i could. NATO me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;when can i ever get myself into serious work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-114031472219753037?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114031472219753037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114031472219753037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114031472219753037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114031472219753037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-have-i-been-up-to-this-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-114023350564461124</id><published>2006-02-18T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:31:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;-must there be love to have romance? &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/11097905-114023350564461124?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/114023350564461124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=114023350564461124&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114023350564461124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/114023350564461124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/must-there-be-love-to-have-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113991824171960724</id><published>2006-02-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:09:43.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;hello babies! happy valentine's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but today, i'm home early to mug for my exams cox if i dun start to be serious, i'm gonna freaking get a sub paper for sure. And my dearest friends, i got 2.5 /20 for my recent basic microbiology quiz. how is it, man. i almost fainted seeing that red mark staring back at me but putting it in a nice way, it really did made me wanna score for my exams to prove myself that i'm not DUMB(as long as i study)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;okie and i watched the fun with DICK and jane movie today. oh holy! it was so funny i cracked up half of the time;)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;okok... i wanna say something! i LOVE WEARING PANTS AND NOT SKIRT! WHY SHOULD GALS WEAR SKIRTS IN THE FIRST PLACE! ITS DISTURBING WHEN PPLE ASK WHY THEY DON'T SEE ME WEARING SKIRT. ****! &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/11097905-113991824171960724?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113991824171960724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113991824171960724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113991824171960724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113991824171960724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-babies-happy-valentinesbut-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113975769275945436</id><published>2006-02-12T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:26:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;dear dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it always freak me when mum's not in a right mood. apparently i can't get myself to study when that kind of thing happens. then i wish i could have my own room to block all external noises and retreat myself to my very own cosy territory. but since i don't have one, i frequent the toilet for a moment of quietness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;its all about growing up anyways, i had to push my sanity a lil further and keep myself cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;they think they're the one having probs but the kids have to hide their fuck-up-all-so-sad stuffs. i wish i could nv have to comprehend and stay ignorant from all these bloody hell porcupine balls adults' world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but too bad, i can't switch my mind on and off anytime i want from the prob papa and mama is up to :( i'm seeking for spiritual guidance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-jud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&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/11097905-113975769275945436?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113975769275945436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113975769275945436&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113975769275945436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113975769275945436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/dear-dear-diaryit-always-freak-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113964514245891722</id><published>2006-02-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:05:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;here's another break for me and time to blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;oh well loads of work and test and projs were on so i was pretty caught up with the hectic school life these few days, oh well, blame it on the network connection too. anyhows, v'day is coming!!!! yet another reason for pple to spend but its the ang bao money i bet heehee thanx for the sweets and cards from my classmates and the mini portable fan from mich dearest. its the kind spoilt brat bring for excursion to keep themselve cool. but i have a prob with mine because the fan blows at the wrong direction! so i have to hold the fan with the back facing me and it looks lik i'm some gundoo who obviously seems a lil dumb blowing the air and not herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i call that SPECIAL okie?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i dunno what's going on with my luck.Good! but they're always my least expected happenings even when i'm having my lunch at mac, munching on a chicken wing! hush hush i'm really being vague here but i'll keep it to myself for the time being. okie okie shut up i'll tell ya my secret: i'm up to something GOOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;geez update ya soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;oh yes before i end my entry.. here's an interesting quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LOVE LOOKS NOT WITH THE EYE, BUT WITH THE MIND. AND THEREFORE IS WING'D CUPID PAINTED BLIND."&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/11097905-113964514245891722?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113964514245891722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113964514245891722&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113964514245891722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113964514245891722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/heres-another-break-for-me-and-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113876968752287624</id><published>2006-02-01T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:25:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;damn my internet connection. i had to 'steal' others' wireless connection to go online. when the bugger switch off i can do absolutely nothing. nothing at all! so i tried playing and see if i could use those who locked their wireless network as well, then i saw lawman(profile name). so i was thinking whether it(lawman)belongs to my neighbour's?? cos my neighbour's son-in-law is a lawyer! so i typed- lawmannrose(denied) lawmanlikrose(denied)...their daughter's name is rosemary anyway. when i finally felt lik giving up on trying after numerous fruitless attempt, i typed in LAWMANISSTUPID! decoded! omfh. i'm such a good 'hacker'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyhows, dinner-ed at ping's house y'day (/chu san) and was hell fun. we played some games so tt we could clear the left overs but i was the one who GOT IT most of the time. ugh so if you lost, you would have to eat, eat and eat. i played cheat anyway- i pinched a bit of corn and tt's my punishment. we played black jet soon after getting tired of shouting numbers lik lil kids, hurgh we started playing big by betting 2 bucks but we lowered our bet to as low as 50cents when everyone of us start to loss $$. lol. i love 4b loads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&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/11097905-113876968752287624?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113876968752287624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113876968752287624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113876968752287624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113876968752287624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-my-internet-connection.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113861664281675569</id><published>2006-01-30T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:24:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;smacks! its been soooo damn long since i updated. anyways 'happy chu 2 man' (-copy rights from aunty josephine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;oh wow i collected so few ang baos this yrs i wanna strangle those who gave less than 4 bucks or didn't bother to pay a vist. asshole! we have free snacks and drinks you know?! come la!! &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/11097905-113861664281675569?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113861664281675569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113861664281675569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113861664281675569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113861664281675569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/smacks-its-been-soooo-damn-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113758255485448456</id><published>2006-01-18T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:05:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tp.edu.sg/events/openhouse/default.htm"&gt;TP open house &lt;/a&gt;tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;checkit-ouwww...&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/11097905-113758255485448456?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113758255485448456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113758255485448456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113758255485448456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113758255485448456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/tp-open-house-tmrcheckit-ouwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113758227122576626</id><published>2006-01-18T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:04:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/17-01-06_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/17-01-06_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/18-01-06_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/18-01-06_1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;big time slacker: ponned lesson with her again and coffee-break for hours. ZZzzz idiotic face! hurhur&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/11097905-113758227122576626?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113758227122576626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113758227122576626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113758227122576626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113758227122576626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/big-time-slacker-ponned-lesson-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113741589487986235</id><published>2006-01-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:51:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/16-01-06_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/16-01-06_1706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;psst, i am planning to cut my hair soon cox my current one is not something i want. it just irks me to see this ugly hair style of mine tt even turns myself off. how can i survive these bad hair days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;okie chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i had another monday coffee break with ade deary at sarangoon gradens and look at how messy our plate of cake is.we are such nasty eaters hahahha. and actually i had two cups of coffee today. before i met ade, i had a rumba frucpuchino (what ever you spell it) with michelle so while i was on my way home i felt like puking cox i had so much cream already(top with whip cream for both cups i had). i feel so 'jer lat'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;lol and ade and i stalked her wormy. we snap a pic! hurhurhur!! i think we're both sick. no wonder we click so well. holy molly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113741589487986235?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113741589487986235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113741589487986235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113741589487986235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113741589487986235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/psst-i-am-planning-to-cut-my-hair-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113724274031612056</id><published>2006-01-14T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:40:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;our community outreach excercise for Tanjong Pagar Family Service Centre was a real eye-opener. we basically roam around the block of one and two room flats, interviewing pple to identify families with children below 7yrs old and have neither family or social financial support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and duh, knocking on doors in those run down and dark filthy flats was a big challenge. the thing is, you're nv gonna expect which weirdo you'll have to face, other than those tt we really wanna help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ok talking about my main duty, i got down a family's contact no. (and the rest of the job goes to the service centre). then there were also some who didn't wanna share their problem but shyly asked for a copy of brochure, perhaps they tot we're gonna ask for they finacial situation. anyhows, combing those whom we're looking out for to help were hard. most of them are oldies or bengs or mentally unstable assholes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and they either have no door bells or their door bells don't work! my knuckles hurt so much from all the knockings. Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;one resident slammed the door on my face, the moment i asked for their time to complete a survey. tt which i tot wasn't quite pleasant was still better then the few funny ones i came across at one of my last two blocks. the corridors was so dim and the only souce of light from the stretch was at the end of it where the stairs were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;there was a guy whom i suppose lives alone, wore a sleeveless singlet and boxers. he couldn't stand properly but rest on my leg for half a sec and rest on another for half a sec. he was literally lifting his right foot off the ground and then the left, while i rushed through the first few questions with awkwardness. he stared at me lik.... omg.. lik as if i am not a proper gal. the moment i see him, i noe for sure he's single and has no children. i can just run away but too bad i still had to talk to him since he answered the door. damn him. he's freaking sick! then he asked where i was from. i told him i'm here for volunteery work for this tanjong pagar family service centre. then he goes again: ni chong nah li de. omg slap my forehead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&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/11097905-113724274031612056?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113724274031612056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113724274031612056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113724274031612056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113724274031612056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/our-community-outreach-excercise-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113715538021597902</id><published>2006-01-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:36:52.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday's orientation leader interview was fun man! woah!! definitely worth every sec smiling away making new friends and playing games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;k my interview part was a lil messy because i have no idea what stupid answer i've given to them. like what motto will give to yourself to motivate urself to be a good OL. i told them 'have fun in whatever you do!' Then they asked about my CCA in my sec school.i totally marked myself low by confessing tt i failed my CCA in sec school as photograpgy and art club member. damn it. cox it was so slack and boring! but anyways i tried my best , i suppose. oh ya! and they asked me to name a few of my good points. i was caught dumbfounded. i don't know! so i asked: how am i gonna answer?! eh. i think i am able to laugh at myself and laugh along with others?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but still....we joked throughout the interveiw. so i reckon it won't be tt bad afterall. pheww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&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/11097905-113715538021597902?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113715538021597902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113715538021597902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113715538021597902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113715538021597902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterdays-orientation-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113698016747999199</id><published>2006-01-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:49:27.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;hey i'm going for the orientation leader interview tmr. i dunno how enthu i'll get but perhaps its good to give a try and be thick skin once in a while. i didn't want to join initially but my name was written down by my friend. ha! what the. all the best to meeeeeeeeeee ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &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/11097905-113698016747999199?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113698016747999199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113698016747999199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113698016747999199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113698016747999199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-im-going-for-orientation-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113687610660366813</id><published>2006-01-10T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:55:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;things to be done today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;food chem report,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;UIR discussion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;basic nutrition vit assignment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;basic nutrition proj interview (tmr),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;online lesson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;communication skills proj..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113687610660366813?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113687610660366813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113687610660366813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113687610660366813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113687610660366813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-to-be-done-today-food-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113682033774492828</id><published>2006-01-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:53:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(7).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Pictu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i had my hair done finally but so much disappointment. look at tt! its a big big difference from the one i wanted. now i look damn kiddish in this simple and norm hair cut. i told her two freaking times NOT to cut my fringe! and she went to cut it so short when she promised she'll only trim a lil to remove the split ends.&lt;br /&gt;and i want a more volumous hair. she told me its called 'bob' what fuck. and she started blowing my hair for a more 'bob' result. i was trying to tell her to cut a lil bit more but she dun get me. i almost wanna faint.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll give myself one week to settle down on this stupid short fringe hairstyle. i'll trim them myself when they grow a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna repeat- i hate bad hair days. sob sob... oh dear! my hair takes so long to grow! i took so long to get tt length og fringe and she cut them all off! &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/11097905-113682033774492828?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113682033774492828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113682033774492828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113682033774492828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113682033774492828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-my-hair-done-finally-but-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113672167561185704</id><published>2006-01-08T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:01:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;removed my tagboard heehee&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/11097905-113672167561185704?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113672167561185704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113672167561185704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113672167561185704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113672167561185704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/removed-my-tagboard-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113671585520455184</id><published>2006-01-08T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:35:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm gonna get my hair cut done asap cox the back of my hairs tends to get wavy and irks me so much. anyways, i'm not going back to kimage. i just dun believe no one can do a better job than them. yadda yadda, i could have get many things done if the weather learns to be a lil obedient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;nuisance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;there's one corn growing happily on my palm and i seriously wanna remove it. it just looks so ugly and i hate to explian how i got that corn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;they(one more on my leg) just started forming after a wound and healed excessively until there's a thicker layer of skin. and if you cut the extra skin away, mind you, they grow back thicker and bigger in circumference. i tried dripping those solutions you can get from pharmacy but they only dry up the skin above. so its not solving the problem at all. it'll still return again what. ugh bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;its monday tmr and my lessons end earlier so hopefully it stops raining so tt i can catch a coffee break;) oh my and tues' a public holiday- double joy! hip-hip-horray...&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/11097905-113671585520455184?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113671585520455184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113671585520455184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-gonna-get-my-hair-cut-done-asap-cox.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113663201199632998</id><published>2006-01-07T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:06:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;why do we have to buy new clothes for new year&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/11097905-113663201199632998?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113663201199632998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113663201199632998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113663201199632998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113663201199632998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-do-we-have-to-buy-new-clothes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113656608027187237</id><published>2006-01-07T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T00:53:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;curse the weather for bringing so much trouble -bloody rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyways i tried posting up this song by travis on my blog. pls tell me if u think its noisy, becox personally, i find the song quite distracting at times when i am reading the entries and the song is blasting so ur brian can't coordinate whether or not to listen or carry on with the reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;btw those are the pics i took with my lousy sony cell phone. they're kinda blurred becox i have to zoom all the way in and in tt case, the pics are really small so i had to enlarge it but it ended up blurred. anyhows dr tan failed his attempt to set a record. he did a few meters shorter than the previous record setter. damn it! his effords are down the drain! his muscles must be so sore by the first few hours. its like peddling non-stop ok? i can nv nv ever do it! i can't even run more than 5 rounds before giving up and rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i so so glad i'm exposed to such rare activity though. so much cheerings going on for dr tan every time he finish one round hurhur! TP truely rocks man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;few of my classmates stayed overnight and ran along with him. so cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ok i hope dr tan is having a good good rest now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;all hails to him. i swear -he's my hero! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-nv give up- yep &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/11097905-113656608027187237?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113656608027187237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113656608027187237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113656608027187237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113656608027187237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/curse-weather-for-bringing-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113655715486415078</id><published>2006-01-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:19:14.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(12).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2812%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my no. : AO776! wanna buy toto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(5).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see? so many supporters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(20).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2820%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (not very clear la i noe. lousy hp cam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr tan calling for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(13).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2813%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sexy sports club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at their big build!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2815%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(19).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TP unity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(21).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a chat with chairman of TP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photo taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2818%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(8).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(22).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2822%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113655715486415078?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113655715486415078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113655715486415078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113655715486415078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113655715486415078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113621751889738395</id><published>2006-01-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:58:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;omg omg school's at 8am tmr and i have to make myself to wake up at the wee hour of 5 and set off at 6.45. then again i'll have to suffer in the squeezy squeezy bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;gasp!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;i want more break pls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;i surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113621751889738395?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113621751889738395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113621751889738395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113621751889738395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113621751889738395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/omg-omg-schools-at-8am-tmr-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113610338675661568</id><published>2006-01-01T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:16:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2006 is a freak! i'm still happily living in my own year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;what new year resolution. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;how was u guys' count down lik? i had my last few mins and secs of '05 in front of the com along with the left-over christmas ham and a lil alcohol for fun.&lt;br /&gt;and soon, hols' gonna be over i.e. my assigments and projs will be due.&lt;br /&gt;TP is dumb enough to clog my only one week of fun we deserved with stress. tt's when school work frustrates me tt much cox you can nv play hard when you have the half-done work in mind.&lt;br /&gt;and on the faithful 1st jan new year, i'll have to force myself to finish da hw up.&lt;br /&gt;ok. what about the shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;so many sales happening in town and i haven got myself a decent new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;new year complians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113610338675661568?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113610338675661568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113610338675661568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113610338675661568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113610338675661568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-is-freak-im-still-happily-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113595494709972175</id><published>2005-12-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T22:53:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo2230_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Photo2230_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Photo2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo2233_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Photo2233_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/SP_A0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/SP_A0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/SP_A0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/SP_A0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops there you go! i hung up with fellow buddies today. each and everyone of them are getting more and more beautiful wo lala... will always love them.&lt;br /&gt;eh... i just relise something. the way we pose for pics looks very standard heeehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113595494709972175?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113595494709972175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113595494709972175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113595494709972175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113595494709972175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/oops-there-you-go-i-hung-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113595373270657522</id><published>2005-12-30T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:50:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out this hairstyle. how is it?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna snip snip my hair! comments pls...before i go under the knife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113595373270657522?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113595373270657522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113595373270657522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113595373270657522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113595373270657522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/check-out-this-hairstyle.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113583006971637554</id><published>2005-12-29T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:21:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;y'day i was at the children's sociaty, sorting out different contries' currency into dominations and then totalling them up. sis and i dealt with the AUS and the US coins. woah! the coins are horribly dirty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;US has 1cent, 1/4 pound, 5cent and 1 dime. AUS? 1cent, 20cent, 50cent and a dollar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;okie then we dividd them into stacks of ten and place them in rows. looks like soldiers to me tee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;status is nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;havin u as my possession is everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113583006971637554?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113583006971637554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113583006971637554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113583006971637554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113583006971637554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/yday-i-was-at-childrens-sociaty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113577597087764018</id><published>2005-12-28T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:22:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/2DSC09952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/2DSC09952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/DSC09932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/DSC09932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113577597087764018?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113577597087764018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113577597087764018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113577597087764018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113577597087764018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113570078561378605</id><published>2005-12-28T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:26:25.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113570078561378605?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113570078561378605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113570078561378605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113570078561378605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113570078561378605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-riddance-time-of-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113569680416845901</id><published>2005-12-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:20:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hanged out with valen finally,along with juli and pgb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its been so long since i get to whack tt woman who claimed tt she is so gentle now! but did i not see her smacking her friend too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyhows this threesome will nv gonna end because we got ourselve the tou fu man. is that how you call it? but juli had the toy's finger stuck in the head!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;needless to say i got home late and was rushing before i got scolded. i was in the crowded MRT station, getting so desperate to cross the barrier but before my ezlink card excess was approved, i happily walked foward and knock onto the barrier! SLAMMED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dumb ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my three months baby is GONE! nah i'm just kidding....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oooo and we took pics too. will post it up real soon! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113569680416845901?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113569680416845901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113569680416845901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113569680416845901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113569680416845901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/hanged-out-with-valen-finallyalong.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113557850339872845</id><published>2005-12-26T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:30:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;oh my today's the 26th, i.e like 6 days left before the whole new 2006 arrive and knock me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;sheesh i must say this yr has been so painfully short for me to truely slow down. nah we are too used to multi-tasking and rushing for things even when we're darn free to waste a few mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;so ha luu everyone, how's u guys' christmas been? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i wasn't much creative to spend it somewhere romantic or experience a totally different christmas. ade and i went town for a quick shoving and squeezing fun time in orchard to get a bit of atmosphere. but seriously, if could stay a while more for the christmas party there, it would be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;but the maids who flocked our place, turned me off so much, we just had to settle down at some coffee bean to hide from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i got stepped by on of them. ugh who the hell are they to step on my slippers?! lol alright tt's very mean. but she didn't show a sign of offering her apology which i was waiting for. so needless to to explain, i continued staring at her til she squeeze through the crowd before i catch her ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;btw for two consecutive days when we hit the star bucks in paragon, we saw this weird guy whom u'll not spot any thing wrong bout him until u see his funny lil actions. he talked to himself , tidy himself, and lots more. oh well, wait til u see him for urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;the most cranky thing io can remember is when he took a sip from his coffee, place his newpapers down on the chair and did a big action-pact 'OH YEAH' ounching his fist into the air! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;holy crap, u dun wanna let him catch u staring. u might get slashed any moment with a lunatic sit right over THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&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/11097905-113557850339872845?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113557850339872845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113557850339872845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113557850339872845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113557850339872845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-my-todays-26th-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113552058256735617</id><published>2005-12-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:23:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Picture%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Picture%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;i came across articles months ago, telling us how lucks flood the holders of whom owns the four leaf clover. so, if u guys dunno, i believe in luck. i so wanted to get myself one but didn't see it selling anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;then it was today when i went down town with ade to celerbrate christmas and i saw this cart in PS and got one for myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;but i'm wondering if its real one or fake one. silly, was i?! but i like my new found luck! :)&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/11097905-113552058256735617?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113552058256735617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113552058256735617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113552058256735617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113552058256735617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-came-across-articles-months-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113542422279438893</id><published>2005-12-24T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:37:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Traditional%20Christmas%20TreeNSW2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Traditional%20Christmas%20TreeNSW2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113542422279438893?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113542422279438893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113542422279438893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113542422279438893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113542422279438893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/seasons-greeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113541224471221012</id><published>2005-12-24T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:29:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>valen is back!&lt;br /&gt;i miss her dearly ;0 pls meet up soon cox the monent she pick up her phone and started laughing, oh gosh, all the memories flood back and i almost wanna see her immediately!&lt;br /&gt;anyways i was in town y'day to spend my christmas eve eve with ade darling :) so fun chatting nonsense with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113541224471221012?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113541224471221012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113541224471221012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113541224471221012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113541224471221012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/valen-is-back-i-miss-her-dearly-0-pls.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113453108169810690</id><published>2005-12-14T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:33:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if just telling you how tired i am doesn't make sense, yinglong ponned her lessons just to go home and get some sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i ponned my lessons the next day again to rush this damn undone assignments and now i'm feeling so guilty for missing so many lessons, i so wanna cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;full-stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yes term test is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hope i can make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i wish i won't fail any modules!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bless meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113453108169810690?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113453108169810690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113453108169810690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113453108169810690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113453108169810690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-just-telling-you-how-tired-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113430940202129054</id><published>2005-12-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:57:35.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;MIA, MIA, i play MIA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;ZZzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;you know books dun entertain- BORINGGGG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;ok shhhhhhhhut up. i wanna sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/11097905-113430940202129054?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113430940202129054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113430940202129054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113430940202129054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113430940202129054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/mia-mia-i-play-mia-zzzzzzzzzzyou-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113404578260405520</id><published>2005-12-08T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:43:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOPE PARTLOW LYRICS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who We Are"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna put on my make up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like every girl in a magazine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not who i am when i wake up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not who i wanna be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much more to me than&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meets the eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know one thing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't really matter what you wear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the people stare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz we are who we are who we are who we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't really matter what car you drive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's good to be alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah we are who we are who we are who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me baby do I look like the real thing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would you change the color of my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me why my television's filling me with lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't really matter what you wear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the people stare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz we are who we are who we are who we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't really matter what car you drive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's good to be alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah we are who we are who we are who we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is beauty on the inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah you're beautiful All right! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it doesn't really matter what you wear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the people stare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz we are who we are who we are who we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't really matter what car you drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's good to be alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are who we are who we are who we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't really matter what you wear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the people stare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it's good to be alive good to be alive) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't really matter what car you drive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's good to be alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(who we are) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah we are who we are who we are who we are who we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it's good to be alive good to be alive) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we are who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/11097905-113404578260405520?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113404578260405520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113404578260405520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113404578260405520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113404578260405520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/hope-partlow-lyricswho-we-are-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113404484789443216</id><published>2005-12-08T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:27:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;sorry buddies, school's been so busy or boring these few days, i don't wanna blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;My term test is coming real soon and ADE! i'm sorry ur b'day clash with my term test lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;but remember? i promised u a CAKE from me. yes ade, i will whip up ur fav cake all by myself, eh after my term test!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;hahahaha i am serious. even if it were to take me the whole day to prepapre a perfect cake. i will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;because i am CHICKEN LITTLE NO&gt;2! &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/11097905-113404484789443216?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113404484789443216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113404484789443216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113404484789443216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113404484789443216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-buddies-schools-been-so-busy-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113379375245885245</id><published>2005-12-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:42:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;have you tasted all sorts of mood in a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;morning: kick-ass lazy , (then laughed like hell during the practical) insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;afternoon: lonely, happy, confusion, blessed, troubled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;evening: crazy, fucked up (-right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;what is this?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;damn it! i love my day, but i hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;yinglong! pls get a life :(&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/11097905-113379375245885245?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113379375245885245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113379375245885245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113379375245885245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113379375245885245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-you-tasted-all-sorts-of-mood-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113370093005576818</id><published>2005-12-04T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:55:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;'fabulous' week, man! test test tests and projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i wanna rush through this damn disgusting UIR project, get it done and play! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;well well a lot of small lil stuffs happened this week but was busy to blog. there's my maid who suggested to mummy tt she dun wanna work anymore, cox she claimed tt her boyfriend whom she knew it HERE is going to find a job for her. but i tot maids are not supposed to work else where since they're here through the maid agency. nvm her. we're gonna let her go and get a new one to replace her. just look at her. we didn't stuff her with loads of house work but she couldn't even get simple things done and behave herself. further more, she telled lies. we just can't handle her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;and i really have say bout my basic microbiology tutor. her eyes' are darn big and she rolled them at us so frequently, i wanna gouch them out and feed the wild dogs. i just can't bloody hell stand a teacher who has no passion in teaching. you tell me, who will ever wanna respect a teacher who doesn't show her care and concern to pass her knowledge to her students. i think she's there to earn a living and no further interest in making her lessons more fulfilling. but i'm the one wo lose out if i continue to hate a teacher tt much. becox my mind refuse to coorperate, i automatically switch off to my lalaland mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;the class test every lesson was crap! the three of us copied answers and throw the worksheet onto her face. but we're to obvious and she knew we aren't doing it ourselves. so she said to the class, during the test, bout the few students she had who had the same answers... whatever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;she should appricaite her tut class has 80% class attendance. no one is fucking interested! disgusting old bitch! i damn look down on her! *slap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i'm sorry. she made me wanna scold vulgarities. okk i shall get lost too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;scrammed at8.54pm, 041105&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/11097905-113370093005576818?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113370093005576818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113370093005576818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113370093005576818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113370093005576818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/fabulous-week-man-test-test-tests-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113352605024256109</id><published>2005-12-02T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:20:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;played pool today during our four hours break :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;its fun and i think i'm hooked to it cox its challenging for a clumsy dumb ass like me. now i know why guys like pool so much. they are nuts cox they rather play pool than shop. but now, i think i would rather pick pool up too. i'm nuts too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113352605024256109?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113352605024256109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113352605024256109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113352605024256109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113352605024256109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/12/played-pool-today-during-our-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113318413892074870</id><published>2005-11-29T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:28:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;its really no fun when i see pple playing around and i have school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;but anyways cox we're odd balls- poly students. darn right! we are meant to be DIFFERENT from norms school. isn't it why we dun wear uniforms too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;but i would rather i have a uniform like the JCs cox there's so much fun going against the rules on proper dressing, i'm saying. short pom pom skirts, stringed shirt, colourful hairs and studs all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;alright btw today's food chem practical was a whole big mess becox the teachers changed the solution and we can't get the accurate calculation for our experiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;this is wat i call a total WASTE of TIME! fancy spending 3 hours on something tt's gonna come out wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;nonsense! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;met up with ade again and she taught me accounts cox my test is coming up. if she's not gonna teach me, i'll happily fail my test and cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;but, My! i kept day dreaming and ended up listening and sang along with the songs tt Coffee bean played. then she had to repeat all over again for the sake of me. or else at times, i'll interrup and talk rubbish or do silly things. she was damn patient with me. so i conclude tt i loooovvveee ade soooo much i want her to be placed at the top top top list of the most wanted person in my life. lol oh no, seriously she is really my life long buddy since pri school. i'm sooo used to her, she can even be part of me, like my hands or legs. hurgh what a comparism but quite true ya:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i'm a fickle minded person. now tt the lecturers are telling us more bout how our future prospect will be like, i'm a lil worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;firstly, the starting pay will be low and expect it to be low even for the years to come. we just won't earn big bucks and retire early. unless, i come out with a new product like MILO!! or?! get hired by footballers like manchester to plan for their diet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;secondly, uni is wat i'm heading to after i graguate from poly(hopefully i can fulfill the requirements to further studies). and since singapore uni doesn't offer much of what i'm studying, i'll have to go overseas. and if i were to be going there, i dunno how life will be like for me. i have no idea solely becox all along i wasn't really prepared to be independent, let alone flying to some place with a diff culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;thirdly, should i be a nutritionist, a research and development executive, a service watever shit i'll have to choose to study after this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;forthly, will i need to frequent overseas to work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;there's a whole lot of doubts misting my directions right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;but still, its not the time to worry i suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;GET BACK TO WORK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;aim for this sem's GPA first before i even think about my future. 9.21pm, 281105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&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/11097905-113318413892074870?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113318413892074870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113318413892074870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113318413892074870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113318413892074870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-really-no-fun-when-i-see-pple.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113297837478407813</id><published>2005-11-27T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:12:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i like this song!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;CRAIG DAVID LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;"Don't Love You No More (I'm Sorry)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;[VERSE 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;For all the years that I've known you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold(didn't you say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;If there's a problem we should work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Like you don't even wanna talk to me girl(tell me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Ok I know I was late again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I made you mad and then it's throwing the pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;But why are you making this thing drag on so long(i wanna know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of this silly games(silly games)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Don't think that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;It's not me here who's been going round slamming doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;[CHORUS]Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I know that I made a few mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;But never thought that things would turn out this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Cause I'm missing something now that your gone(I see it all so clearly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Me at the door with you in a state(in a state)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;That's when you turned and said to meI don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;[CHORUS]Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Don't say those words it's so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;They turn my whole world upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;On the night you said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't love you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;[CHORUS 2X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113297837478407813?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113297837478407813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113297837478407813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113297837478407813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113297837478407813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-this-song-craig-david-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113297719366019390</id><published>2005-11-27T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:10:10.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo1988.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Photo1988.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O oooOooOoOoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo1989.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Photo1989.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pokey poke ade's eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo1990.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Photo1990.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seeping tot i looked like this thing! hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Picture%2813%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; k no joke. we just wana to get a proper one done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/19846598348899l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/19846598348899l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; my gang once again:) celerbrating jocelyn's 17th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/PICT0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/PICT0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/PICT0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/PICT0653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/PICT0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/PICT0652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/PICT0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/PICT0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; mich and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/PICT0649.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/PICT0649.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113297719366019390?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113297719366019390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113297719366019390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113297719366019390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113297719366019390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-ooooooooooo-pokey-poke-ades-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113298432181233055</id><published>2005-11-26T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:52:55.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/19849454925560l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/19849454925560l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;random viewing on the friendster and saw this awful picture uploaded by this guy. horrid pics totally freak me off with boy kissin boy. advise: nv get too high in clubs or get ur ass burnt&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/11097905-113298432181233055?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113298432181233055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113298432181233055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113298432181233055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113298432181233055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-viewing-on-friendster-and-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113293514813637249</id><published>2005-11-26T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:12:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this woman totally sux with her 'beautiful dressings'. can someone pass me a bag cox i wanna puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this guy has long and sexy hair...oh man check it out la!&lt;br /&gt;why do pple in my school looks so erm 'SPECIAL"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113293514813637249?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113293514813637249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113293514813637249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113293514813637249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113293514813637249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-woman-totally-sux-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113284493290606939</id><published>2005-11-25T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:10:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i bluffed through my accounts tutorial lesson, knowing only a small fraction of the lecture i attended. and bloody hell next week i've got a test on accounts?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i dunno anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;so ADE pls pls pls teach me accounts on mon when we meet up again, pls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i promise to treat u drinks can! my chance of passing depends solely on you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;oh yes tmr's &lt;strong&gt;jocelyn's &lt;/strong&gt;birthday so i'm gonna wish her a BIG FAT HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY here!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;i dun even noe if she'll ever gonna visit my blog?! hurgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;anyhows we got a lighter and a clutch handbag!! hope she likes them cox i ponned 3 lectures to shop for her b'day gift, or else when can i ever squeeze out time to shop! its the tot tt counts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;r againright?? this small lil gal is darn naughty. you're nv gonna force her to study hai ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;fish! test tmr&lt;/span&gt; and i'm still half way done. i've to scram back fast. ha i'm such a last min loser can! i hope i can finish before my brain shuts down or my eye lid crush down!! holy molly! see you guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;11.08pm, 241105 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&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/11097905-113284493290606939?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113284493290606939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113284493290606939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113284493290606939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113284493290606939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-bluffed-through-my-accounts-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113274688606899896</id><published>2005-11-24T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:54:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;"Stickwitu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't want to go another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Seems like everybody is breaking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Throwing their love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I know I got a good thing right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;That's why I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; (Hey)Nobody's going to love me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; I must stick with youForever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody's going to take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;My baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't want to go another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;See the way we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;In our privated lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Ain't nobody getting in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I want you to know that you're the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;And I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody's going to love me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody's going to take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;My baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Ain't nothing else I can need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I got youWe'll be making love endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm with youBaby, you're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;So don't you worry about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;People hanging around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;They ain't bringing us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I know you and you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;And that's all that counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;So don't you worry about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;People hanging around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;They ain't bringing us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I know you and you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;And that's why I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody's going to love me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody's going to take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;My baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody's going to love me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;ForeverNobody's going to take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with youMy baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;7.54pm, 231105&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/11097905-113274688606899896?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113274688606899896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113274688606899896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113274688606899896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113274688606899896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/pussycat-dolls-stickwitui-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113258447911823852</id><published>2005-11-22T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:47:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;poor bugger me. i just realise there's another microbiology test coming out this fri. what the! did i not pay attention in class or what. nvm mug like shit this few days and cure my dark eye circles later, hopefully. but i guess its a bit hard cox i'm a 'reputable' lazy bum. slap me, pinch me, kick me; mummy. will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;anyways i had coffee with ade today and she treated me prata um teh-peng and made my stomach happy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;then she made me cracked up lik hell, i feel like puking out all tt i've eaten. when u're full in there, dun ever laugh so hard. you'll feel terrible!! eh otherwise its only me who is WEAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;btw, i think there's no harm saying this too many times: i treasure the friendship we share, JULI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i swaer. som-pah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;then again at 10.47pm, on the 211105 ;0 nitex everybody!&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/11097905-113258447911823852?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113258447911823852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113258447911823852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113258447911823852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113258447911823852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/poor-bugger-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113233229759711201</id><published>2005-11-20T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:50:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(1).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%281%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; can sleep all i want on saturdays, like a piglet, til the sun shines on my butt! oh well- so sad but true, i'm up to nothing this sat perhaps notes and worksheets shall keep me busy this weekend then. anyways, there're gonna be a test this wed so i'll be a good gal this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;school's pretty the same all day round. other than the teacher(the pic) who sat in to watch over us during maths lects, things would be better. we're not in the main LT and apparently students tend to chat more but this so called Dr. likes to make our life difficult. hello there, no teachers scream at us in poly anymore but she does! believe me, she is so irritating i just wanna curse her to fall whenever she stomp up or down the stairs. won't she just go away since we drive her adrenaline up so high she can't stand us. correct?! so its reasonable to call her a dumb nosey bugger, am i right? geez i'm bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;yet another problem though, my microbiology teacher has got such a thick tamil accent i dun catch what she's saying! especially this modules when names (of bacteria, virus, fungi and long terms) are as concern, its harder for me to interpret her and get the right pronunciation! i dun even understand the lango coming out of her mouth! paying attention is already so hard for me and now listening to her lesson is a chore!! spare a tot for me, i'm not a racist but this has to be justified- i want another teacher to replace her, or to have me failing badly. i'm very bad at picking up points and srew them into my brain cells.btw i got a sound clip recorded while she was giving her lesson but too bad i dunno how to link it to my entry or else, u can hear and noe how hard i'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;and til then tt is all i have to complian  :p 12.40pm, 191105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&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/11097905-113233229759711201?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113233229759711201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113233229759711201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113233229759711201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113233229759711201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-can-sleep-all-i-want-on-saturdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113224673607095251</id><published>2005-11-18T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:58:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;today's all tutorials and labs which last from 10 in the morning til 6 with only some lil breaks in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i'm lucky tt i could have my lunch cox microbiology lab ends earlier and i couldn't be happier to have something in my stomach before i continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;and i have a lot to say bout my accounts teacher. she is toooooooooo kind to be an educator in poly. fristly, she don't shout, she keeps apologising, she's afraid to provoke students, she's soft, slow, toooooo patient, too motherly, and long winded to qualify. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;u either get touched by her sincerity or step over her head and pee, which of cox most chose to be the latter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;we ruled over her and did whatever we liked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;HUR HUR HUR! -tt's and evil chuckle mind u-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;today she had to make a trip back to the office at business block cox she took the wrong key for our tut classroom. then 15 mins' gone like tt. she rushed back like she had ran her way here for us. oh my gawd can someone pls tell her tt all the door keys are the same for the classrooms? all she needs to do is to ask for the key from some other teachers next door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;and how fun! we stood there and watch her go PAI SEH in front of her students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;she's a 60plus old woman nehhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;next time i'm gonna take a pic of her cox she looks like a rabbit. fair and innocent looking and on top of tt, she has rabbit teeth!!! ai yooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;ZZZZzzz 12.58pm, 171105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&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/11097905-113224673607095251?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113224673607095251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113224673607095251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113224673607095251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113224673607095251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/todays-all-tutorials-and-labs-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113214499838071191</id><published>2005-11-17T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:48:08.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i sat in for lectures all alone. the bunch of friends whom i hang out with will nv reach before lessons. i used to text them and ask if they're reaching so i'll see if i wanna wait for them to go in together or chop sits for them. then after a couple of occasions of trying ta book places when the lect is so full tt pple are sitting on steps as the last resort. i'm guilty and had to ask them to please take up the sits i'd selfishly taken up for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;u noe how fed up it is. i'm starting to lose some nerves and grumble at them for coming late. they brushed my kindness for reminding as a passing comments. i'm done with it. i hate their heck care attitudes. i'm so bothered by having to be with myself when they're not there. i have my classmates but they kinda dun mix with me tt much unless 'tt guy' is there. a smile or a simple gesture is the most they can give. i can't live without friends! i'm totally dependent on friends to make me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;usually in a group of three, one is bound to be alone. and see? i'm the one! further more, they share almost the same personality! i'm the odd one out for god sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i know perfectly well what kind of person i am. rejection drives me nuts and i'll be prone to mood swings and depression. not tt severe though but tt all invites mental torture! how is school life gonna be like when the most simple parties u rely on is slowly seeing ur presence as thin air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;fine. our friendship is going on fine actually. no internal conflicts, not unhappiness whatsoever. sometimes pple do get a lil sensitive. who don't?! but seriously, i'm feeling left out and secretly crying for some attention. i tag with seng guan(classmate) most of the time when they're not around. but pple think me clinging to him. i don't! we are good friends only. he has a galfriend and some pple see it as some fucking intruding bitchy business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;oh please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;sharon was asking me this morning when we're all sitting on da benches. she was with her group and i was with seng. then there's some other cliques beside my bench as well. seng was chatting with his peeps. i sat there with my handphone held on my hands and playing some dumb games to kill boredom and feeling of loneliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;she said: where's ur brennagh and jodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;me: eh CDS?! they went off for tut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;she: really? u're alone this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;me: ha... (fake laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;she: u guys qurrelled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;me: NO! we didn't! why did u say tt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;she: i tot so what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;me: eh ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.36pm, 161105&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113214499838071191?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113214499838071191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113214499838071191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113214499838071191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113214499838071191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-sat-in-for-lectures-all-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113197219733146901</id><published>2005-11-15T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:47:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;met up with juju today for facials and so coincidentally she tot she saw noel but of cox its him! i was too happy to shout out his name. he turned round and was a lil too surprised to answer for a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;noel, as usual, is da gentleman. he asked juli bout heng yeong bla bla then telling us valen is coming back this dec... lol its just so fun but a short chat with him. oh yeah! we're gonna meet up again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;so there's me and juli lying there enjoying the classical music. she had her's first so i closed my eyes and waited but soon i fell asleep. its was until the electric- tsk tsk tsk sound was applied on ju's face tt woke me up. after tt its my turn. lol now my face is all red and sore but no black heads, so no worries! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i accompanied ju to flag a cab before i figure my way home. guess what? i got on the bus but becox i hav no sense of direction, i ended up in AMK instead of HOUGANG. ugh why do i always have to end my blog proclaiming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt; bout being big fat loser- i headed for the wrong direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;updated on 141105, at 8.42pm&lt;/em&gt;&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/11097905-113197219733146901?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113197219733146901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113197219733146901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113197219733146901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113197219733146901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/met-up-with-juju-today-for-facials-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113186701785454352</id><published>2005-11-14T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:30:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;woke up late again and remembered tt sis wanted to buy me breakfast but in the end she woke up late too. anyways while i was waiting for bunch, i read da sunday times. then there was this news on transsexual bride. omg 'she' rejected his proposal 6 times but finally accepted it when the guy wrote 'her' a letter with his blood. yucks! why should he wanna do such morbid stuffs. btw i'm curious how gays satisfy themselves. uh huh i've heard about the dog position to get some pleasure but but but won't it hurt?! ok ok i'll stop it. as long as their happy -swollow- i have no comments -shiver-...nevertheless i still think its a very degrading thing to do, as a man kind. seriusly, its drilling a hole in my head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;and yet another article tt caught my attention bout annabel chong. i swear i haven heard stuffs on how she got popular. i have no idea who-the-hell and what she'd done tt got her famous until i come across this; what i tot is too embarassing to mention. she had sex with 251 man in 10 hours! orhhh...yes its this something i didn't know bout her. u think its hot? i think its super gross to tt extent tt i rather she kill herself. i dunno if she bled but apparently 251 times is too much, too drama, too unbelivable, too painful and ohhhhhhh my shut up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;whatever the two i've read today, it doesn't really have much an impact. i just tot they're interesting and to voice out my disapproval to tt of a kind i'll nv do. fine, cut tt crap. is there anyone who's planning to watch The Exortism of Emily Rose? i'm not a movie craze person but this is what a person, who would rather stay at home and not step into a movie theathre, will watch. but then again i feel too chickened out to watch with tt big screen tt make things come up 100 times scarier than from a DVD player. yes yes i'm a loser...  i'll bring my ear plug to minimise all the eerie sound effects and a book to shut off any parts tt i feel will make me pee. lol no food or drinks too, just in case i puke. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;updated at 3.28pm, 131105&lt;/em&gt;&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/11097905-113186701785454352?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113186701785454352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113186701785454352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113186701785454352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113186701785454352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/woke-up-late-again-and-remembered-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113171152914828846</id><published>2005-11-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:49:20.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo1880.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Photo1880.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Photo1880.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(1).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;my new friend onion!! b'day-11-11-05 and her friend- fluff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;ade and i got this out of fun cox we're too insane tt time to think carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;we just laughed and laughed and laughed so much i have to gasp for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;onion onion onion onion onion. call me onion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;oh and ade got approached by zhong qing! wah lao....&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/11097905-113171152914828846?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113171152914828846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113171152914828846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113171152914828846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113171152914828846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-new-friend-onion-bday-11-11-05-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113162964281649251</id><published>2005-11-11T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:35:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i gotta tell you tt 'metro' is a real flirt. anyway who won't if he was to be born with tt look. what a 'vase'!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;ok today's school is fine and slack and nothing better to do cox its the first week of a new sem and its always tt draggy until things get warm up in a couple of weeks. yes, and by then i'll be too busy for myself. ZzzzZZ u noe those chosing of the class head and vice pple bla bla, intro of our new modules, teaching schedule for this sem, projects, bla bla. and i have test on christmas day! izzit? ya la i think i have! i dou-wan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;btw 10-11-05- its brennagh's birthday today and i forgot to bring her present to school! i so wanna slap myself. nvm she was understanding enough to dismiss my silly excuse. i bought her a pair of earrings from perlini's silver after touring round tampanis mall for bout 2 hours! hurhur crazy nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;ok i have nothing interesting to blabber here now. school is so 'interesting'! bye for now then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;updated on 9.33pm, 101105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&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/11097905-113162964281649251?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113162964281649251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113162964281649251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113162964281649251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113162964281649251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-gotta-tell-you-tt-metro-is-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113145435530380036</id><published>2005-11-09T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:52:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;snores i'm too tired to blog. i had a whole day of lecture since 8am to 7pm and its freaking using up my energy to the last bit. ha! and becox by the time when we have our last lect at 6, lots of them are almost dosing off. but crap! my friends and i were lik laughing away at a guy who is my friend's friend. when i turn round and saw him paying his full attention, i was truely amazed and asked them to looks at him( cox u should expect pple to be half dead by then) but the next moment he was actually sleeping with his head slowly tilting down. ok not funny but its was so cartoon i couldn't help laughing. it was like the next sec his attention just went off like a snap. then there was another malay gal who wore a scaf and laid her face on her bag and slept. if it wasn't my friend telling me to look at her i would have tot it was two bags lying on the table. ai ya if only i can take a shot of those funny pple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;btw i must tell u how lucky i am today too cox metro is in the same CDS(cross disciplinary subject) as me. omg lik among all the others he chose this?! hah! soo sorry i was so insane seeing metro i kept beating my friend. but no, after awhile i swear i was listening to the lect zZzzZZz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;snores again at 8.46, 081105&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/11097905-113145435530380036?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113145435530380036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113145435530380036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113145435530380036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113145435530380036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/snores-im-too-tired-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113135634623486867</id><published>2005-11-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:40:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;surprise! i'm done with my new blog skin. after using the last one for quite some time, i'm tired of it so did some changing of new image! so how was it? i think its interesting la and so pls tell me if you really got tricked and tot my blog has been moved! anyways tt's all bout what i have done today. what a waste of time. so i'll be back tmr :) tmr's my first day of sem 2! omg save me...lecture whole day from 8am to 5pm! i think i'll have to go back to the whole pocky and sweets to survive throughout them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yawned at 9.34pm, 071105&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/11097905-113135634623486867?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113135634623486867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113135634623486867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113135634623486867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113135634623486867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/surprise-im-done-with-my-new-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113128876223536928</id><published>2005-11-07T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:18:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Picture%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(10)_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/Picture%2810%29_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;a simple but fantabulous lil gathering y'day with fellow mates was truely appriciated. i don't noe about being a good host cox somebody blamed me for whipping up some nasty, hard to swallow ice lemon tea i brewed. ha! apologies for tt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i can nv tell u guys how much those meeting out once in a while is so fun becox we're all crappy pple. then we'll wrack up some fond memories which gives me a sugar sweet coating tt lingers. the stupidness and childishness tt still stays even after how much we'd changed. at least its this few years tt we grew up together tt strenghtened the bond. loads of stories, loads of laughters and tears..and then when we all sit together, i feel like i'm having one big family. all and all i hope even years later, we can still stay the way 4B is; i truely wish so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;today's special occasion was grand with those dong chiang dong chiang all the way to our door step. erm seriously, i dun mean to be rude but the traditions are kinda not a thing for me. but grandpa was happy and proud and so i'm happy and proud too! so finally daddy took down those decorations, they hung up y'day morning, which was really relieving. i can't stand a big red clothe hanging at my way when i'm at the door. so attention seeking but not the kind of attention i want to get. anyways tt pic was taken with my niece Glenda. she cute? lol she likes to taken with her funny faces when pple're posing nicely:) oh yea andi made her wear my specs and quickly shot a pic! heh now i'm the naughty one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;screamed at 061105,10.53pm&lt;/em&gt;&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/11097905-113128876223536928?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113128876223536928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113128876223536928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113128876223536928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113128876223536928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/simple-but-fantabulous-lil-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113115793243508846</id><published>2005-11-06T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:14:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i freaking hate the look of my house right now. and best! i'm bringing my friends over tonight wtf! where am i gonna hide my face. utterly disgusted! &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/11097905-113115793243508846?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113115793243508846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113115793243508846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113115793243508846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113115793243508846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-freaking-hate-look-of-my-house-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113103515642320478</id><published>2005-11-04T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:14:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;tents up for partie! nah not for my party but some other occasions. but mum was so in a good mood, she offered sis and i to bring my friend over for a hovoc time before my school starts on mon, since we can make a good use out of it. i was bloody hell excited i phoned my friends over if their free on sat! well it just so happen tt they're all booked for work. so fine, its over. i mean i can't get them to take a off for me just for an out-of-fun drink chat at my house. say i'm rather disappointed actually but duh who won't rite? nontheless its a really nice chance cox its the first time mum's so happening. well well. i had all da cursings. oh nvm, i had enough for the day cox today's a tiring one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;doggy's had a good catch! she literally caught a mouse in da kitchen! tt's totally freaking me and mum out! we were like shouting at each other to stop tt dog. so i grabbed a broom and hit doggy's ass. didn't work. i shouted in a loud command. it didin't work. so yes the mouse died under its teeth and claws. i can't wait to throw tt yucky thing away. daddy's the one to use a chacoal tongs, trying to snatch tt mouse off from my dog. doggy wouldn't allow dad to take tt off. she laid on the floor and i guess she' was determined to end tt bugger's life before she let it go. then i was standing there with my mouth cover cox i was so grossed out, seeing the cruel side of my dog. okie the thing had it last breath under my dog's paw and dad picked its dead body up int a bag and double wrapped it. we had to bathe the dog! she was so dirty and yucky! eeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;but after her bath, she still look just as cute. ha! she had her dinner and fun with us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;she's happy with her reward and we're happy with a mouse free kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;oh! but i super sad over my lost party! &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/11097905-113103515642320478?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113103515642320478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113103515642320478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113103515642320478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113103515642320478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/tents-up-for-partie-nah-not-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113094024280410634</id><published>2005-11-03T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:16:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/baby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/baby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/new_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/new_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;hahaha i hate the taste of carlsberg or tigar beer. i still prefer those sweet like fruit juice vodka. drinking beer is like drinking thick black coffee without milk and sugar. yucks. sis's drinking the beer and i took a few sip from her. eeeww look at how my face screw up in to a wrinkled ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;alright whatever i dun drink tt much to even talk about tt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;my whole face is so looking ugly with those fucking pimples popping out! and so i swaer i have to treat them like queen now. i'm back to those creams and mask and squeeze. and a little bit more to satisfy them right ju ju? keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;dear dear the weather is so hot this afternoon, i'm sweating like mad when i went out with dad to get something from the market. i seriously starts to hate the weather so much i wanna curse it! look at what the humidity has done to my face now?! oh then, i'm starting to consider another hair cut to fix my currently out-of-shape one. but its too late to chop them off when school is starting in a few days time. u know very well how the hair need a week or so to look good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;updated at 021105-10.03pm&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/11097905-113094024280410634?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113094024280410634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113094024280410634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113094024280410634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113094024280410634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/11/hahaha-i-hate-taste-of-carlsberg-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113075747234578136</id><published>2005-11-01T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:49:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/geeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/geeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mt1124409989.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/nerds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/nerds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/250px-2005_0308_urkel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/250px-2005_0308_urkel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hah just come across these pics too. funny aren't they?! the boy in blue is duper cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ya da ya da ya da ya da- school's starting in a week's time and the timetable is not out yet. i wonder what TP is doing. watever it is, this sem onwards is gonna be tougher. that's what the lecturer told us and i hope i can turn into a total geek to mug for better grades. i dun care la just bloody hell scram home after lessons to revise. my sis can study like the whole day long with a little break in between and then back to her study table, rumbling away... oh crap what a life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i wanna get crazy and play so foolishly until i grow tried and so settling down to study. ok! i should get my table tidied up nicely :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113075747234578136?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113075747234578136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113075747234578136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113075747234578136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113075747234578136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/hah-just-come-across-these-pics-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113067865629730708</id><published>2005-10-31T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:28:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mango.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/mango.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mango3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/mango3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mango2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/mango2.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mango.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;she's too beautiful to resist. you love her too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-113067865629730708?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113067865629730708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113067865629730708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113067865629730708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113067865629730708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/shes-too-beautiful-to-resist.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113057750172361929</id><published>2005-10-30T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:36:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/partner3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/partner3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hurgh i was really an irritating skinny pole. i went all the way to the front when i saw someone standing at the bloody coo coo patch of spot where i always wait for taxis. well, i got to board first before her! neh neh ni boo boo! but i bet she must be cursing me cox she's already sweating like someone just pee-ed on her head and i snatched the taxi from her! sorry la singaporeans mah! i've learnt to be a wise after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and finally,i alighted @ the army market to search for the shop called The-Peep-Hole.yes i went all the way there just for the shop. but crap la i went round and round the hot and filthy place before i get to my dear dear place where i like to buy Ts from. lol wat a small world to have caught fello yani,humin,&amp;gekkim there too:) nice bumping into them @ such kind of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;link-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-peep-hole.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://www.the-peep-hole.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; happy browsing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;then since i'm so alone and now where to go in middle of the noon, i hopped on my second cab to holland V! a lot of foodies there like coffee beans, bread talk, crystal jade, nydc, bars and lots more! its a purr-fect place for lovey dovey couples! really! but i think its better to go at night rather than in the hot sunny day, or else the dou will turn out like two sticks of melted ice-creams. hah! then i browsed the area with one cup of ice blended espresso on my hand and tissue to wipe off the sweat, on another. hmmm 1/6 of the pple u see are ang-mohs so i hope it won't be another ideal place for terrorist to blast!! hahaha nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;AH! pet shops! i swear there's many of them. i even saw a shop keeper transporting three puppies from one shop to another. they're soooooo cute with their round tummy full of milk i guess *chuckles* and their small tiny tail, not longer than my last finger, wagging and flapping crazily!! VOILAAA!! too cute, i can't help gluing my eyes on them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but then if you're not there for alcohols, food but shopping, you'd be disappointed la cox there aren't much to shop for other than beads, and erm sex TOYS!! yah there's a condom shop there on the second level of a particular mall. lol strictly above 18-gals and boys! hahaha but i took a peep outside and hurried off. colourful rubbers indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than guess what i feaking hell walked like 1 mile and ended up among the flats but just couldn't find the MRT station to go home. but i was pretty sure i can find my way cox i hate to ask for directions. lik i was stranded in the maze block, i strolled and tire myself out til i get to where i tot should be near and continued on to test my luck. i tell you i must be the smartest gal on earth to look up and check for tall building which i hope is the MOE building cox the mrt is just around tt area. ai yah child's play la! chicken feet! hurh! i found my way there finally! wahhhhhh clever gal. clap clap clap**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ok la ok la i noe i darn bhb here but i'm just so proud of myself! heeeheee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-113057750172361929?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113057750172361929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113057750172361929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113057750172361929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113057750172361929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurgh-i-was-really-irritating-skinny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113048532884380892</id><published>2005-10-29T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:43:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;have u seen a dog so afraid of heights? y'day night the thunder storm was so loud, my hum-qi doggy was shivering away and hiding her tail in between her legs hurgh. wat's more, she tried to climb the stairs up (cox we're upstaris) but finally she gave up from going any further at the fifth step, so mum have to coax her down step by step by grabing her two front legs and doggy wobble down like an old woman. so fuh-nie!&lt;br /&gt;&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/11097905-113048532884380892?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113048532884380892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113048532884380892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113048532884380892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113048532884380892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/have-u-seen-dog-so-afraid-of-heights.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113032507804582745</id><published>2005-10-27T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:11:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;finally! i'm a pround owner of a brown pants, heehee not the first one i've got but still i love it down to each &amp; every stitch and thread its made of. poof! but i can't make a possession of all stuffs tt caught my very eye. sobs and i saw my fav zara checked bag! its still there and i want it dearly! ha fat hope la cox its gonna make my wallet surrrender. then ade and mich were nagging at me to give up on tt bag. hummp!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;when i was on the train to city hall, ade and i were pulling and tugging one another lol. then i saw a stupid gal laughing at us and i swear i'm boiling inside. i wanna fight! i wanna pull her nipple off! i wanna let my vulgarities poured onto her and see her cry! eh but nothing. nothing happened cox angel sister managed calm me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;kk my eye's droopy now. NAP! bye bye friends :)&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/11097905-113032507804582745?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113032507804582745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113032507804582745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113032507804582745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113032507804582745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-im-pround-owner-of-brown-pants.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113023599735580540</id><published>2005-10-26T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:19:17.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;afternoon's gone with the rain again, hopefully tmr won't so i can slip to suntec with ade for our brown pants heehee. today, i went for coffee again and brought back a slice of cheese cake for mummy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh btw here's something funny. have you heard the announcement when taking the train? i can't catch wat the person's trying to say. all i heard was: for ur safety, pls do not push the pores... weird. but obviously i got the wrong one. my sis's even worse. she asked if i've heard it saying; for safety reasons, pls do not push the BALLS!! holy crap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;funny? not funny? okie nvm, take a train and hear it for urself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sigh. a few days ago i had a dream and til now it still stays vividly at the corner of my head. i'm not a person who often dream but once i did, its always something got to do with misfortune and seemingly real! those fantasy and fairy tales ones are long been over when i was a kid. there was a time when i keep dreaming bout my jumping off a building. i had a couple more of tt sort of dream with diff scenario but same ending-committing suicide. i'm not kidding. its freaking me out and truely disturbing enough to make me shiver. freaky but coincidentally, a week or so, i was late for remedial lesson and when i woke up and found a lot of missed calls from mich(my classmate). she dreamt of me coming back in spirit, after i passed away, to look for her. i was in a pity state. she told my tt before i could communicate with her, a cleaner chased me off and i disappeared! gawd! scary hoh. ugh but come on la dream only what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ok ok back to the dream i had last few days. i dreamt of myself, walking on the over head-bridge and feeling my stomach. it all started with tt picture and me already knowing tt i'm pregnant. i was supposedly confused and distraught but i was calm. well, a lot of worries crossed my mind about an unmarried 17 year old teenage school gal. my stomach was already starting to grow with a 4 months old baby. funny how i was thinking bout breaking the news of what i'm carrying, to my parents. then about my health, and my friends. will they shun away from me? and luckily i didn't even dream about who's tt fucking father. luckily i didn't dream of tt part or else if it happened to be someone i know?! hurgh horrible! horrible horrible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;saying it out is much better then keeping this odd dream to myself. spooky yea? but ya know, what u dream will nv happen. phew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-113023599735580540?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113023599735580540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113023599735580540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113023599735580540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113023599735580540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-dream.html' title='my dream'/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-113013563292287408</id><published>2005-10-25T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:37:18.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;our family has this going on for years- sunday gatherings for dinner. my parents are the one who prepare the food without fail everyweek. imagine the amount of money being thrown in over the years for fuel, food, and cleaning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;one by one, my relatives arrive at our hs around 6, settling around in the living room but none offered to help in the kitchen. then when the the food is done, they'll all gather around the dining table but Most or NONE have the courtesy to ask the one who had spent so much efford to prepared the food. fine! we are the owner and you're the guest, so we are suppose to serve you guys right? nvm be sitted and enjoy ur dinner! but what made mad me hopping mad was tt mum was left with NO PLACE to sit but to wait for the guest to have their's first before mum can squeeze in for her dinnera(all along me and my sis take ur plates and eat in the living room). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;why should mum end up having to wait for them to finish their food before she can has her's? why can't the freaking younger generations give up their place and let mum have her dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;UNGRACEFUL?! and their parents dun even care! hurgh no wonder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but this is not the first time. for if it is the first time, i might have tot they didn't know tt the owner has NO sit. greedy! selfish! bloody ass big fuckers who only know how to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and dun be surprised. before we had a maid, mum was the one who wash all the dishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dun think me petty. they have no right to let my mum wash! they had their food, WASH UR OWN FREAKING BOWLS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm soooooo ashamed to have relatives like them. so they think they deserve the enjoyment and others to sweat and work for them. good ah good........ i have nothing much to say. i dun regard them as relatives. when there's trouble, they're the one who shun away. when there's money, they noe how to suck up. ha poor lil fellows i pity them like dogs- let them have their food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-113013563292287408?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/113013563292287408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=113013563292287408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113013563292287408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/113013563292287408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-family-has-this-going-on-for-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112997285832598445</id><published>2005-10-23T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:24:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;fed up no.1: i can't stand pple who's over helpful, oh tt's kinda vague, lets say they're pushy. just bloody hell fuck off and dun get into my way. ha i'll be smiling but at the back of my mind, i feel like punching them down on the floor and storm off. nvm bout tt. i dun have much to say actually but i've to voice out tt its not my pleasure to entertain or spare my presious time on them, full stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;fed up no.2: today sis made her collection from zara. i dun mind telling you tt i find their attitude sucks! they dun smile at you like some coo coo for the sake of making their customers happy. they frown all the time. i happen to knock onto one lady staff tt time cox i was carrying a big bag. she stared at my even when i apologied repeatedly, and bowing my head to show my GREATEST sorrow for causing her blood pressure to rise. she even made the tsk sound right onto LIM BIE's face! what the FFFF! not enough? she rolled her bloody eyes at me! BITCH! HAh HAh pms ah?! want some drugs ladie? hurgh..big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;fed up no 3: dun throw the shoe onto the floor when you wanna try e shoe cox its just not very pleasant, unless you're down with osteoporosis( whatever you spell it), too fat to bend down or you're a GUY. izzit so hard to place tt shoe on the ground gently? my sis blurted out at me saying: who cares anyway! ya she's right, only i care so much about all these stupid things or else i wouldn't be compalining so much heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-112997285832598445?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112997285832598445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112997285832598445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112997285832598445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112997285832598445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/fed-up-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112987570661628931</id><published>2005-10-22T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:26:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh freak i almost fell off the chair! really. ha its not like i have a big butt or something. see, the more i dun move, the more clumsy i get. and listen up! i haven walk more than 200 meters away from my house for a week+ , breaking my own record ke ke ke. i'm worse than my grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;yes i should get a life! get out and breath the wonderful polluted air yeh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;anyways are you guys active nightlife animals? i haven imagine how its like to go clubbing or pubbing though its darn popular nowadays. of cox i'm curious to pick up these social activity for experience but i dun think i'm hiao enough for those. first and for most its for pple who are sexually active and need a person to fuck or tirsty for a drink or flirt and what more? clubbing is so associated with bad boy and sluts. i'm not ready for tt! am i stereotype? but i guess one day i'll get in and taste how wonderful a nite can be in a hall with blasting noise and DJs and desperste sexy ladies and hungs. then i'll return home with a delicious nicotine smell clinging on my body ha. talking bout smoking. damn its so bloody tempting. not becox some of my friends are hooked so i wanna try too but personally, i tot tt its fun having smoke flying around you like satans. my dad's a smoker for decades. we've tried all tt we can to persuade him to quit. lol possible? unfruitful of cox. its almost just as hard to kill a friend of years. almost all cases of tobacco addiction begin in the teenage years or earlier. whatever rubbish ecxuse for a huff and a puff, the chance of becoming addicted is too great. so i won't kiss a cigarette neither will i suck it lovingly for more. if only people can resist. but honestly whenever dad takes a puff, i feel comfortable. sometimes i frown when ppel walking in front of me exhale but sometimes i'm inhale after them and fell for it. ewwwwww i can picture their lungs black and sticky with tar. &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/11097905-112987570661628931?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112987570661628931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112987570661628931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112987570661628931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112987570661628931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-freak-i-almost-fell-off-chair.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112979415998717372</id><published>2005-10-21T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:42:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;bloody weather! i wanna go out and move around! i dun want all my veins and arteries to get blocked up and die! woo i tell ya the rainy weather is just perrrfect for you to sleep! but i'd too much ZZZzz my tummy is rumbling for food. i'm thinking of getting honey stars and HL milk for my tea break! ice milo? ice tea? wooo habba habba!! &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/11097905-112979415998717372?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112979415998717372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112979415998717372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112979415998717372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112979415998717372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/bloody-weather-i-wanna-go-out-and-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112972812040366032</id><published>2005-10-20T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:22:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i keep thinking bout going suntec cox i wanna get a bottle of nail polish from the cart and a fake but really nice watch and a pair earrings heehee!! i tell ya woman can survive with fake watch but guys have to get real blink blink watch. right?! yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i might as well forget bout trading in my old phone for e new one cox i can nv save up tt much. i would rather i get get myself one more decent pants. oh brown pants is very IN now. dunno why but i tot its damn cool. i must get myself one this holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;these few days i limit myself from moving too much, like a cat, so tt i can gain weight!! hahaha weird? i think it works! i hope so?&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/11097905-112972812040366032?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112972812040366032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112972812040366032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112972812040366032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112972812040366032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-keep-thinking-bout-going-suntec-cox.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112952905885184702</id><published>2005-10-18T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:04:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i had a super duper long ZZzz until 1pm when dad kicked my butt, asking me to have lunch. i just need to know why daddy can't (for god sake) wake me up gently instead of kicking me!! wah lao! what is this man? giving me a shock out of my life la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;okie nvm then i took my own sweet time to wash up cox i bet evryone had their lunch except me again. bloody ass, even the maid had her lunch! i haven't! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#%^&amp;^%$#@$"&gt;!@#%^&amp;amp;^%$#@$&lt;/a&gt;  i ate like i'm dieting. i had two slices of some kind of veg and half bowl of rice and TV hahaha!! miserable set of meal!  &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/11097905-112952905885184702?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112952905885184702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112952905885184702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112952905885184702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112952905885184702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-had-super-duper-long-zzzz-until-1pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112945756041485530</id><published>2005-10-17T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:23:26.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;help! my hair seems to get longer and out of shape again! i hate bad hair days. ugh and i must tell you pple i dun like to play with young kids. i dunno what i can do to entertain them other then making funny stupid sound and action. oh *slap my face* tt's soo soo soo silly! my cousins are coming over today again, bringing 5 kids to our house upside down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;my sis will play with them but count me out! i've got a weak heart. you know how what kids do?! they'll get so excited they scream and scream on top of their voices, they run about as if they're gonna fall or something and they pop anything into thier mouth like evrything they see are sweets!! looking after them is not much a diff to me as running 2.4km. scary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh may be years later i'll grow to like kids but right now they're just like little demons. haah haah wooo i love the weather today cox its chilling and windy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;just now i just wanted to help dad fry the dumplings but i did a 'GREAT' job man! clap your hands ladies and gentlemen! it turned out to be like fried carrot cakes! but good try la huh dun mark me down becox of tt. i CAN cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-112945756041485530?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112945756041485530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112945756041485530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112945756041485530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112945756041485530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-my-hair-seems-to-get-longer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112929848252986001</id><published>2005-10-15T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:01:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh my i want an answer to why mum can rattle on and on and on. i wish i have the power to tune it on and off whenever i want, cox it just gets so irritating at times when you dun wanna hear a single sound at all. something is troubling me lately. i can't figure out the reason why i crave for slow songs and quiet moments. then i seem to prefer chinese songs once again. its not those ah lians 5566, nor do i like to hear the squeaky voiced SHE or the forever changing pop queen: jolin shit! now my mp3 is fully loaded with mandarin songs from sandy lam, zheng zong ji, david tao and ah mei. yes old songs. call me cheena. tt's why i dun share my ear phones becox i'm concious of it, so i kept it to myself. my body seem to detest something loud. it sets me boiling and mood swings rapture. but i know after a while i'll keep those cheena songs away from me and go back for my power 98. ha i think the hormones are behind all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you know i just peeped at my neighbours living in front of us? at 8plus i saw the boy returning home. at 9 plus i saw the dad walking around in his bedroom with only the boxers on. then now the loghts are off and god knows what they're doing. lol comeon think of some cheeky crook stuffs. they moved in for a month already and i haven chack them out. i mean chat with them. my curiosity is burning fiercely inside everytime i hear their gate or happen to see anything moving tt draws my attention. there's nothing more interesting then observing others;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ah gosh sis placed the ME to YOU bear on her table top. how sweet! ting*2 from b.f! ooo talking about b.f! i met up with ade, mich and seeping this afternoon for lunch and then we skipped the shopping part for coffee and we chatted bout each other. 2 out of 4 is attached and i guess ade's gonna have one sooner or later teehee oh pls pretty gals won't be missed by guys rite? then we slipped our topics to their ex b.fs. haha bittersweet stories kept me thinking how the other parties' heart shatter into pieces becox someone took their place. ugh but so long as they are meant for each other, they'll be back to each other! &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/11097905-112929848252986001?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112929848252986001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112929848252986001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112929848252986001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112929848252986001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-i-want-answer-to-why-mum-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112920140322854970</id><published>2005-10-14T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:34:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/d9fc6aee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/d9fc6aee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/Picture(4)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/400/Picture%284%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;valen you're my sweetest! yes, yes whenever i see any stuffs tt have gt to do with st. nics the first thing tt comes to my mind is yoU. please accept my long distant hug! lol dah bao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh ya i saw chubby boy at taka today! dun think he recognise me at all la! he looks the same anyway with his rosy cheek:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mum bought me a pants from esprit haahaa!! but i wished she could buy a new bag and another pants and a top from zara. she said i should ask dad for money! booohooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;this brown pants from zara is damn nice! but they dun have my 32 size, the smallest they have for skirts and pants are 34. cheee idiotic!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and today, i spotted quite a number of pple hanging they ipod nano proudly upon their chest like a branded necklace. but somehow when i see a school girl carrying it, i tot she was just trying to show off. but when it comes to a guy, i tot its so coOl! sexist me haahaa!! anyway if i do own one, i'll keep it savely inside my handbag just in case some bloody green eye monster wanna grab it for me! lol i know its stupid la cox ironically pple buy nano to show off, tt's the point of buying it;eh from my point of view. ipod mini is no big deal now so you can wave it around wherever you like and pple won't even give a damn lol. ai ya but ipod is still a better deal then any other mp3s around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh and the pic above is for ade :)&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/11097905-112920140322854970?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112920140322854970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112920140322854970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112920140322854970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112920140322854970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/valen-youre-my-sweetest-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112902761255233079</id><published>2005-10-12T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:51:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;weeeheee i'm back from my 4b class chalet. i would say its a nice concoction of feelings bout this outing,if you were to ask, nontheless i simply love them to bits. and then like all the others i suffered from post-chalet syndrom. i gave myself a good scrub and fall onto my soft bed, hugging my teddy bear to sleep. i slept til lunch is ready for me and gobbled down half a bowl of rice before my eyelids start to flick too often again and i got back to sleep right after munching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i realise i've been dishonest to myself. i've been hiding and denying things from myself. i'm a liar! a big fat liar!i find myself listening to the songs tt used to heal me. then i know i'm not alright..&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/11097905-112902761255233079?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112902761255233079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112902761255233079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112902761255233079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112902761255233079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/weeeheee-im-back-from-my-4b-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112859494598957082</id><published>2005-10-07T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:35:45.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i went to body shop warehouse sale today and damn it the things there are soooooo cheap. please go if u guys are free cox this last til the 9th only. its at the convention centre level 4! lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i bought my sis a lotion for her birthday hahaha yes yes cheapo me! i'm so broke can?! actually i feel like going back to buy more stuffs oh gosh its giving me the itchy feeling again. happy shopping!&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/11097905-112859494598957082?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112859494598957082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112859494598957082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112859494598957082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112859494598957082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-went-to-body-shop-warehouse-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112848238321157800</id><published>2005-10-06T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T11:19:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;poof! i'm a light sleeper. i can't get into sleep for nuts and luckily radio accompanied me til the wee hours before i drop dead. i sang along, and moved my fingers along with the tunes lolx. and i love listening to power 98's evening DJs. they're darn funny! i turn on the radio when i bathe and dun think i'm nuts if u hear me laughing inside the toilet hahahaha. crazy. radio is my life:)&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/11097905-112848238321157800?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112848238321157800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112848238321157800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112848238321157800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112848238321157800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/poof-im-light-sleeper.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112840416837627494</id><published>2005-10-05T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:36:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;why am i so skinny? i started to shed of my weight and grew really thin at the beginning of pri school. why? becox having meal to me is a horrible thing. mum will be grumbling away, making me shiver and feel like puking everything out! she's still good at making me afraid of her. i obey to my curfew. if there is excuses like i'm gonna be out with my friends, she'll bug me with calls to be back home as soon as possible. i nv had fun, knowing tt she'll phone me again if i'm late. i shan't deny tt i hate the way she make things rite becox she thinks it rite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;y'day nite she gave me a final said tt i shall not stay over for my class chalet! then what for?! i might as well dun go! what for going for a bbq and be back at like 8plus which i think tt is the latest she'll allow me. why the fuck go when bbq starts at evening time which means i'll only have one or two hours to spend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;then i went out with juli y'day and i told dad i won't be back for dinner. i did tt just to have an hour more time with me friend. btw tt's 7 'o'clock if i'll not be back for dinner. if i'm coming back for dinner, tt'll be 6! i did not escape inviting a scolding from her when i'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;at the age of 17, who won't be screaming mad for freedom! last nite i returned a call to my friend inside the TOILET becox i know she'll me angry with me of she catch me talking on the phone in the middle of the nite. then she knock on the door, saying i should put down the phone. i did as told! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dun blame me for being a chicken. for my whole life, i've been living under an eagle eye. for my whole life, i'll be always blaming her for my lack of social cycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i won't forgive her for my horrible life. nv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-112840416837627494?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112840416837627494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112840416837627494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112840416837627494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112840416837627494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-am-i-so-skinny-i-started-to-shed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112834252850653262</id><published>2005-10-04T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:28:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;meet up with juli finally! hahaha had fun knowing more bout RCG hah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;tt's all.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;lolx lame&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/11097905-112834252850653262?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112834252850653262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112834252850653262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112834252850653262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112834252850653262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/meet-up-with-juli-finally-hahaha-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112831106620943601</id><published>2005-10-04T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:48:09.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm mad over zara's chequered sling bag tt is meant for guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i saw it last fri but ever since i've fallen in love on it i keep thinking bout it like i used to think about new handphones. this is crazy! its 99bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but i think i'm gonna get before all the guys get them! hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh ya and u know body shop's lip gloss packed in little cute round container? the strwberry flavour is out again! oh man i swear its the best gloss i've ever used. forget about those stupid gloss u bough, just chuck them all away and get the body's shop strwberry flavoured lip gloss! cox before u know it, its off the shelves again. its 8.90 only! thrust me its good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;phew its driving me nuts when my wallet is tight. why ain't my parents some rich ass working freak who has no time to care bout me so stuffs me with money! lolx ooops &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/11097905-112831106620943601?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112831106620943601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112831106620943601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112831106620943601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112831106620943601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-mad-over-zaras-chequered-sling-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112814493316819705</id><published>2005-10-02T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:35:33.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mich1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/mich1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mich2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/mich2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/puma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/puma1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/mich3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i think the weather is mad with sudden showers then gets real hot then rains again. !@#&amp;amp;!?!&lt;br /&gt;y'day mich and i wanted to chill out at holland .v but in the end we tot we can be back again some other time and we slipped to town again. i took pics of her at coffee club express in wisma atria heehee and me fav bag..cool! and bloody ass, i saw guy carrying a smaller version of my bag while i'm using the bigger one! wah lao guy should get the bigger one la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11097905-112814493316819705?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112814493316819705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112814493316819705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112814493316819705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112814493316819705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-weather-is-mad-with-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112797899349607875</id><published>2005-09-30T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:29:53.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;my house's com seriously need to retire for good! initailly, i can't sign in to my hotmail and msn, now it denied my assess to my blog! irritating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;my lips starts to get ultra sensitive two days back and y'day morning, my lips was sore and swollen. and today? its still as sore and sand like texture appeared!! i swear its sooo scary! i'm so worried i keep going to the toilet and check if my lips has gone a size bigger. it didn't phew. it was a bit out of my usual size y'day but today it has subsided. i guess its food allergic. but i just can't remember eating something weird,anyways i did pop some pills for anti-inflammation and hope it'll help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-112797899349607875?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112797899349607875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112797899349607875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112797899349607875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112797899349607875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-houses-com-seriously-need-to-retire.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112782674900069827</id><published>2005-09-28T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:16:03.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i basically spent my whole afternoon doing crappy business.i went to meet up with charlie the boy, jason the assboy, teck chuan the careless coocoo and my beloved adeline. jason was the one who said he wanna go back to school, we didn't in the end and watched them play bb and god knows what i'm doing! darn stupid. ZZZzzzzZZzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but i got ade with me andwe sat there reading the 17 mag and had some stupid teasings. and her hair was flying all over my face i almost had it for my dinner. so i dunno why my brain quickly pictured out some real funny image of ade walking happily along the beach, holding the hand of her beloved guy. but the guy's face is covered by ade's hair cox the wind had it blown toward his direction!!! hahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;both of our hair were like beggers' cox apparently the wind was so strong and irritating it kept pestering us. and we didn't cared much cox no matter how we tidy them its gonna get untidy anyway. with a bird's nest hair style, we carried on reading the mag. but i was thinking if a small little boy were to pass by us and accidentally dropped something, so he needa get us top pick it up, he will get a fright of his life by seeing two life ghost staring at him. lolx....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;obviously i'm crapping my blog entry away. but i tot its funny enough to share. but for the sake of courtesy, pls dun snore while reading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-112782674900069827?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112782674900069827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112782674900069827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112782674900069827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112782674900069827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-basically-spent-my-whole-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112777976605239005</id><published>2005-09-27T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:09:26.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;siblings are meant to share their stuffs right? i mean not their secret- i'm just refering to sharing clothes or books and stuffs, yet i have my own stingy character. i hate it when sis use my pimple cream or cucumber eye gel etc. i mind actually. fuming mad when i catch her stealthily using my stuffs when i'm sound asleep or when i'm elsewhere. this morning, i saw her using my eye gel but i closed my eye and pretend to be sleeping soundly. how can i scream at her for using my stuffs! perhaps she wanted to ask too but i was sleeping. she can't possibly wake me up and ask stupid things like: can i use ur eye gel please? for tt, i shall not make her starting of her day a bad one by showing my fucking nasty attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;there are stuffs its okie for her to use without asking and stuffs she can use but provided tt she ask me and things she mustn't at all touch. since i had her with some violent objection of me using her property without permission, i've grown to this policy and of cox she shall obey to what she had started. that is, ask before u use! i can be pretty a freaky asshole. i hid my make up remover becox she seem to using it like her's! hello!? since it is something u have to use it everyday, get one urself alright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;she is rich, she got tonnes of make up, creams, body scrubs, earrings, neckelaces, shirts and blah blah. u name it, she has the them all. yet she still wanna use mine! jeans? she owns levi's pants. and she still fucking hell wanna wear my poor cheapo 30+ dollar jeans which i only own a few for school's sake. i'm skinny and just imagine my waist size. its darn small. she is fit and has got a nice good firm bottom. how can she squeeze into mine?! she manged to anyway and i tot my jeans' gonna have a hard time. its cheap so mind the quality of it. but i'm just afraid it can't bear the stretch and u noe what. cox for me its really tight fitting let alone her's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm a irritaing brat. i compliant and had told her nv to wear my jeans again. but did i not see her wear my jeans this morning? i guess its mine! its mine! hear my head blast into pieces like the happy tree friends cartoon characters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh well. the point shouldn't have gone so far explaining and losing my topic of the day. the point i'm trying to say is: i have confessed my weird habit of protecting my properties. erm if tt sound less offensive...i hope...&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/11097905-112777976605239005?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112777976605239005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112777976605239005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112777976605239005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112777976605239005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/09/siblings-are-meant-to-share-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112774011771643627</id><published>2005-09-27T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:08:37.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;how can i not admit tt i love talking! i chatted my whole afternoon away with ade at coffee beans. lolx she's one of my soulmate whom we have shared 11 years of friendship together ever since pri school. lolx gosh i shall blush on her behalf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ya noe there's one stuffs in coffee beanwho can't talk and needs a hearing aid. he served my coffee before and he actioned something which i guess he was trying to say: enjoy ur drink. and he put on a wide grin on his face. even though he is physically disadvantaged as compared to us, he is more efficient than any of his stuffs. he can't do the casher job cox he cannot communicate but he can do the serving, making coffee conconction and clean the place. i saw him making a coffee ice blended before and i swear he was damn fast. he is one sweet little star everyone will remember after their visit to sarangoon gardens's coffee bean. i look up to him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/11097905-112774011771643627?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112774011771643627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112774011771643627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112774011771643627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112774011771643627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-can-i-not-admit-tt-i-love-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112753362139963817</id><published>2005-09-25T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:47:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;freak freak freak. i'm a freak cox i think i'm a few cm taller again! cox i used to be 2cm or so taller taller than sis but now it seems lik 1 inch plus!! oh freak! its horrible! i dun wanna grow taller anymore. i dun wanna be tall! i just want to be gain a few kg. pleassssssssee &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/11097905-112753362139963817?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112753362139963817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112753362139963817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112753362139963817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112753362139963817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/09/freak-freak-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112738575993923757</id><published>2005-09-22T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:58:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hey-oh!!! this comic strip is darn fuuuunnnniiiee. i had a good laugh this morning reading this. how stupid can tt be?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;uh-huh i'm hours away from the 24th-my results!!! i can't help thinking of it everyday like i murdered someone, oh fuck finally, its gonna end sooooon and hopefully it'll end on tt day. NO fucking sup paper. i dun want and i dun care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;another day at home isn't tt bad afterall. i had myself to read a book, newspaper, wash the cups(and i wash cleaner than amy alright?), surf net, eat, eh tt's about all actually. ahhhh and i applied nail polish for sis and had my nails nicely buffed!! oh gosh even such stuffs made my day. its real sad. but at least i dun have to mug for now......i'm freeeeeeee tooo doooo anyyy thinggg iii likeeeee. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/st3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/st3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097905-112738575993923757?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112738575993923757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112738575993923757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112738575993923757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112738575993923757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-oh-this-comic-strip-is-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097905.post-112728161918975462</id><published>2005-09-22T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:17:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/1600/aedes11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2622/886/320/aedes11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*slap*the bustard with a big sucker mouth.&lt;br /&gt;bloody bitch likes to bite me to give me itch. i'm gonna kill whichever i see cox i'm not gonna let one fly away with a big fat tummy of my blood. i'll squash, i'll stamp, i'll tear them into pieces and watch them die in my hands. dun cha think u can buzz of for more juicy meals..i'll make sure u die for it hehehe &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/11097905-112728161918975462?l=spiritualhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/feeds/112728161918975462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097905&amp;postID=112728161918975462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112728161918975462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097905/posts/default/112728161918975462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritualhome.blogspot.com/2005/09/slapthe-bustard-with-big-sucker-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>Jud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05610570365362124878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
