<?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-8101236</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:09:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...unearthy...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-1440579172179258897</id><published>2007-04-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:46:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: suicidal thots.&lt;br /&gt;listening to: hate me by blue october&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLDFISH EYES.TEARS DWELL UP LIKE FOUNTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i stand at the peak of the sharp glass, it shattered like broken pieces.&lt;br /&gt;and so i fall into the hole, the hole that collected the tears.&lt;br /&gt;i drown while everyone watch with the smallest smile at the end of their faces.&lt;br /&gt;that evil smile and that hurtful sentence buried in me as i sank down.&lt;br /&gt;be delighted now, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will get better they say, but they secretly whisper to themselves "it wont".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-1440579172179258897?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/1440579172179258897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=1440579172179258897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/1440579172179258897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/1440579172179258897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/04/mood-suicidal-thots.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-5801709632214222350</id><published>2007-04-11T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:03:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Dancing like a 4 year old. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Can you read my mind by The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;"teenage queen with a loaded gun, can you read my mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile, and im sorry zagg for not updating much which im suppose to..&lt;br /&gt;well lotsa things has happened during the holis.the good, the bad and the ugly.you name it, it has happened.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes... went ice skating which i adore and enjoy much wif zag n azfar.pretty awesome day i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;n i went to the levis copper fashion show at taka( e white big tent) wif zagg dear, which was increadibly funtastic.&lt;br /&gt;we've never failed to have a great time together huh......... ;)&lt;br /&gt;zaggy has been a workaholic so have i. ok, crap i work only like 4 days a week for the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;unlike zaggy, she's pretty hardworking...working all week! haha...&lt;br /&gt;i've been balancing most of the time and honestly, its tiring.&lt;br /&gt;tired,tired,tired!*screams!*&lt;br /&gt;ate at the crossroad(Marriot restaurant-outdoor)i had WILD mushroom wrap in pasta with an interesting sauce to go with it.It was pretty filling but i like the atmosphere and the food.yummlicious!&lt;br /&gt;but i must say, that holis can be quite depressing.but there are small moments which i saviour.&lt;br /&gt;n i bought a cute black dress, well someone think it is uber nice n consistently told me to get it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it cost a bomb=(&lt;br /&gt;boy  ireally wish i can go mos this sat and really destress myself....for sch is openin soon.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it for the fact that i have to change classes for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that i have to wake up like 6 in the morning (which i think i'll be late for sch eventually)&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that it'll be crowded in the bus, all buses.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that i miss workin morning on weekdays at deli since there's less crowds .&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that there's less hanging out time wif my frens.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that there's a project to impress those lifeless evaluators.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that i have to be tired and keep on goin for 6 mths.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that my feelings will be messed up when sch start.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that i miss town very much.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that it'll be less time wif you.&lt;br /&gt;well what do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do realized that music has definitely keep me away from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;went to ikea like for many times and the arrangement of the furniture hasnt change a bit!&lt;br /&gt;are you dissapointed? well i was.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya! greatness, how could i've forgot to mention that i painted my wall!!!&lt;br /&gt;my design was inspired by a really cool book borrowed from the lib.&lt;br /&gt;and i really loved it although there's like 7/8 more to go.it's orange n purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roses, i love you especially today.&lt;br /&gt;i love your delicate way.&lt;br /&gt;you chilling my veins.&lt;br /&gt;leaving the pain.&lt;br /&gt;and  i lose all control.&lt;br /&gt;but dun be afraid the love that i show, is the love you made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-5801709632214222350?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/5801709632214222350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=5801709632214222350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/5801709632214222350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/5801709632214222350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/04/mood-dancing-like-4-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-5156232703856040650</id><published>2007-03-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:42:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: When expectation fails you.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to:Starlight by Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like screaming your lungs out just to satisfy your emotions?&lt;br /&gt;im pretty emo these past few days, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've been working like for the past 4 days and im dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;plus having class chalet tmr till wed. double trouble 4 my body.&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion.ok, i tried driving the tuscon and it's not easy at all!&lt;br /&gt;bleah! it's so hard to judge now it's wider and arrgh! huge!shall practice more.&lt;br /&gt;anyways glad i passed year 2 but i hate the grades.( i wished it was the opposite)&lt;br /&gt;maintaing the gpa you want is difficult ey.......... and then when&lt;br /&gt;expectation fails on you, you get dissapointed and wished that you were&lt;br /&gt;given another chance and swear you'll do it all over again with the right attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enuff about my whines.tell me when can i ever quit whining?!?&lt;br /&gt;i went shoppin wif the parents.and shoppED aloT.it was all from island shop at tanglin mall!&lt;br /&gt;it was super uber cheap, like from 49 bucks to 9 bucks!a great sale wont you agree?;)&lt;br /&gt;there's 70% off to most of the items.heh....bought 2 earrings, 2 tops, 1 skirt and 1 blouse.&lt;br /&gt;and den had a heavy dinner together wif grams at (mat jambul road), had stingray, seafood soup,kangkong,&lt;br /&gt;and omelette wif rice.yummy yum! and i think im growing FATTER! :( fatty bom bom jules! =* and we headed &lt;br /&gt;to mount faber to watch the stars..haha no la..just to visit that old place.&lt;br /&gt;winnie wanie has been a great manger...never would i tot that i can be close to a person who is&lt;br /&gt;superior than me.haha glad to noe you winnie wanie.although you dun noe how to navigate a laptop&lt;br /&gt;it's worth mentioning you here. =) heh and finally i get to taste glace! haha&lt;br /&gt;i wanna try delifrance............. &lt;br /&gt;lamb shank.&lt;br /&gt;lobster bisque.&lt;br /&gt;coq au vin.&lt;br /&gt;aglio olio.&lt;br /&gt;mussels.&lt;br /&gt;calamaries.&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate cake melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*never in my life have i been so sure,so come on up to me and close the door*&lt;br /&gt;this fairyale shudnt end......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-5156232703856040650?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/5156232703856040650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=5156232703856040650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/5156232703856040650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/5156232703856040650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-when-expectation-fails-you.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-8602669429386548876</id><published>2007-03-02T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:25:21.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Pretty messed up in my head, prolly the brain cells are about to die.&lt;br /&gt;Liatening to: She moves in her own way by the Kooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand it when you always think i'll be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;were you ever there for me? sheesh... i cant believe after all these long yrs..&lt;br /&gt;it finally shows how you can possibly just call me up when you need help.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE STOP IT. met you at citylink and all you can do is show your smiley face&lt;br /&gt;and think that im ok with it?!?suits you...i hate what you've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, besides the point that im pissed wif my fren.another thot occur.&lt;br /&gt;tell me precisely when can you stop worrying about someone?&lt;br /&gt;it's like 24/7 for me.i try not to think, i tried believe me.&lt;br /&gt;but you wanna noe what they do at that hour, &lt;br /&gt;and whether they think of you the same way as you are&lt;br /&gt;or even do they recall the memories that they share?&lt;br /&gt;do you get that feeling sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;well i do and i wish i could press forward! &lt;br /&gt;not rewind to the flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, the new hyundai tuscon arrived last nite.&lt;br /&gt;it's freaking huge, but yeah i loike.&lt;br /&gt;but i do worry whether i can possibly drive that black thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and it's auto! when i get used to manual,auto comes in the way..haha.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out wif zaggy dearie.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss clubs.MOS especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORRY WORRY SUPER SCURRY!&lt;br /&gt;~oh,crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-8602669429386548876?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/8602669429386548876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=8602669429386548876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/8602669429386548876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/8602669429386548876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-pretty-messed-up-in-my-head-prolly.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-449058503668368339</id><published>2007-02-22T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:25:22.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Black holes dug deep.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: What Goes Around by Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint this picture for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call him&lt;br /&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out&lt;br /&gt;That he's doing to you&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cheated girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds girl&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case&lt;br /&gt;A scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;br /&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Wat a brilliant song.and the video jus kills........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you noe someone close to you changed overnight?&lt;br /&gt;do you freak out?&lt;br /&gt;Well i suppose it's for the better..&lt;br /&gt;But it jus bugs you to want to noe why..&lt;br /&gt;why the sudden absurb change?&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird knowing it &lt;br /&gt;was it because of someone's love that it push him to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with starlight.&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not a hidden person, it's the new song by MUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jules hoppin while singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Far away. This ship is taking me far away.&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the memories. Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blogs.glam.com/fashionweek/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-449058503668368339?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/449058503668368339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=449058503668368339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/449058503668368339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/449058503668368339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/02/mood-black-holes-dug-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-1516670381182671507</id><published>2007-02-19T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:10:31.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Swinging sensations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Over my head by the fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with today...where did julie when *scratches her head*&lt;br /&gt;got up from my human alarm clock mum who wanted to visit the museum so bad.&lt;br /&gt;and so we got dress and had nasi lemak at the mama shop near samar cafe.(@ arab st).&lt;br /&gt;and then it begins......THE DAY AT THE MUSEUM~ muahahaha.ok, crap.&lt;br /&gt;well it was a fruitful visit...and it was delightful to know how s'pore was was back den.&lt;br /&gt;From the old movie tickets which can pass as a notebook cover to the old films and camera&lt;br /&gt;where they had huge tripod wooden stand.amazed.and there's this section well a room to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;it was dedicated for fashion, what was the trend back den.From retro to vintage to classic and it's repeating &lt;br /&gt;i guess now that retro fashion is back. :) you shud try visiting the museum.dun misjudge the outlook of it, you'll &lt;br /&gt;be blown away with the modern-ish chic design that they had collaborated inside.i fall in love with the red chandlier&lt;br /&gt;lights that swings 180 dgrees to perfection.haha.i stopped to take photos.anyway... they showcased PRamlee too.haha..."saya pergi skola L-E-M-B-U'.oh ya!we bought something interesting so that in years to come if i have children of my own, i let them learn the dictionary of Baba/Nyonya language.haha yes, we bought that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the visit, send off my dad to work and then mum suggested to visit the&lt;br /&gt;irresistable IKEA. she was half hearted cus she was afraid i couldnt park the car, eventually we went.And she SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;she's like having a guilt free pass...hahaah grabbing what she wants and make me carry most of it.and finally.......been wanting to get this one thing for a looong time which is............................................................................................................ a weighing machine.im delighted. ;) now i can weigh myself everyday! dun you wanna noe how much you weigh everyday? it rained while we round all of IKEA and still did even when we left.We had tea time at the IKEA cafe and had fries and coke/sprite.Well, i had sprite.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, i enjoyed my monday morning. thank you my gaga goo goo parents.ok, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaggy dear, the last outing we had was splendid bliss..haha with that gelare fat crunchy soft  waffle and caramel ice cream work wonders!i had a blast time wif eu. i feel like we were tai tais~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Life is a thornbush from which roses spring; all the hearts in Texas are wishing for you; I smother you with kisses that are in the letter."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-1516670381182671507?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/1516670381182671507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=1516670381182671507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood : Pretty shocked but interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Listening to: Me &amp; you By Cassie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i camwhore!! many many...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i look nice..heh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnWLLnbUYI/AAAAAAAAACc/0IWGWmaJruI/s1600-h/mix+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028785946520932738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnWLLnbUYI/AAAAAAAAACc/0IWGWmaJruI/s320/mix+2.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnV_bnbUXI/AAAAAAAAACU/oU3MlZeFX4A/s1600-h/mix+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028785744657469810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnV_bnbUXI/AAAAAAAAACU/oU3MlZeFX4A/s320/mix+1.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028786393197531538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnWlLnbUZI/AAAAAAAAACk/2kVewDqq6_I/s320/mix+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028786732499947954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnW47nbUbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kkTqVAmoWwM/s320/mix+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028787149111775682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnXRLnbUcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iPsYk0hD3gc/s320/mix+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028787329500402130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnXbrnbUdI/AAAAAAAAADE/SYnlq0_eZtI/s320/mix+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028787518478963170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnXmrnbUeI/AAAAAAAAADM/dUed7ThEdzM/s320/mix+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; how how nice nice? i loike~ i like the blue one!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so wish do you loike??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-5472263120982106190?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/5472263120982106190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=5472263120982106190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/5472263120982106190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/5472263120982106190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/02/mood-pretty-shocked-but-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RcnWLLnbUYI/AAAAAAAAACc/0IWGWmaJruI/s72-c/mix+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-6954610379595249102</id><published>2007-02-05T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:53:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: plungin stomach and in a state of shock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Listening to: Don't wanna try by Frankie J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RccLiUY4iTI/AAAAAAAAACE/anZvpXdZRVI/s1600-h/loof_3feb07_9m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028000193198983474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RccLiUY4iTI/AAAAAAAAACE/anZvpXdZRVI/s320/loof_3feb07_9m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;strong&gt;       ~us~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RccLV0Y4iSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7YglMJBdmlQ/s1600-h/loof_3feb07_13m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027999978450618658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RccLV0Y4iSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7YglMJBdmlQ/s320/loof_3feb07_13m.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;strong&gt;You can see us at this webby &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mumtazz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                              n search under loof and den click on 3rd feb.(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                              i so cant believe we appear on the net laa ..like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                              abit cool ey? clubbin freaks or pubbin freaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RccK30Y4iQI/AAAAAAAAABo/lyOaxJdJzpw/s1600-h/848201230l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027999463054543106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RccK30Y4iQI/AAAAAAAAABo/lyOaxJdJzpw/s320/848201230l.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;strong&gt;vanny dear, rin b'dae, jules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i went to &lt;strong&gt;LOof&lt;/strong&gt; and the ambience there is way awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i love it. wish i could chill out there more often.*sign*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we celebrated Sharin's b'dae and it wae funn.Met up wif vanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dear, it was nice catching up wif you.luv yu lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So anyway i hope rin likes the prezzies we had for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She was the happiest person that nite and we drank booze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well for me it's only 1 cup and i had fun lookin nice and so was sharin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she dazzle the nite :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy birthday gurl~ yur a good fren n i appreciate yu!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cheers gurl yur 20-ish! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/8101236-6954610379595249102?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/6954610379595249102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=6954610379595249102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/6954610379595249102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/6954610379595249102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/02/mood-plungin-stomach-and-in-state-of.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/RccLiUY4iTI/AAAAAAAAACE/anZvpXdZRVI/s72-c/loof_3feb07_9m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-341997234377732897</id><published>2007-02-02T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:51:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: 'Screaming Infidelity!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Listening to: Promise by Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;If i could choose a movie, i choose Kill Bill 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be Uma Thurman and you'll be Lucy Liu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hunt you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hunt you down till you feel sorry for your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aargh!!! grades sucks big time.She doesnt know how to grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well she does favourism,i guess.Well &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; you 4 that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok i feel better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im harsh, but heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got the watch that i wanted at far east and im very pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;retail therapy solved every problems i have.;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;only for awhile, but it does help though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feeling plenty of hopeless energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shattered dreams, shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you could take me away, please do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&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/8101236-341997234377732897?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/341997234377732897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=341997234377732897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/341997234377732897'/><link rel='self' 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Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If life was music, i'll be the beat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you sat 2 seats away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you didnt smile or say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you must be really mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For i only did want to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;N so i walked on w/o you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wif the feeling of sadness+hatred on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;how i avoided you that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hate it, but im still doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i learn to accept changes now and i trust that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you do to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you already did before it all happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im foolish.&lt;em&gt;god help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;life isnt that blessed afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&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' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-8765346414485799010</id><published>2007-01-30T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:22:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today mood:Silly Jules silly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: step up by samantha jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb7i3EY4iPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Scnz-5fB8Mg/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025703669890844914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb7i3EY4iPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Scnz-5fB8Mg/s320/sweet.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~ nite out wif lovelys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025702424350329058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="81" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb7hukY4iOI/AAAAAAAAABI/lzBoF38ZRXI/s320/gg.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; thrillllllled!!!~ wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;b'dae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb7gs0Y4iNI/AAAAAAAAABA/NaNQflwvbQU/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025701294773930194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb7gs0Y4iNI/AAAAAAAAABA/NaNQflwvbQU/s320/Image019.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a trip to the zoo and a surprise dinner under the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;stars e nite before my b'dae together wif his clique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yadz was the cook, jo was the acapella singer, iss the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;waiter! haha cuteness... memorable..;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb7WeEY4iMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gIsDGBmkIVA/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025690046254581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb7WeEY4iMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gIsDGBmkIVA/s320/Image025.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;azfar got me this. a guess watch .=* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tanks a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb64cEY4iKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yL_68rxUqDk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025657026546010274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb64cEY4iKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yL_68rxUqDk/s320/Image009.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum got me GUess stuff. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb64G0Y4iJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k179xhKkuks/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025656661473790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb64G0Y4iJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k179xhKkuks/s320/Image006.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial got me green beaded necklace, george doodled,&lt;br /&gt;riri got a spunky necklace 4 me. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb6300Y4iII/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcYPROLqxX0/s1600-h/collaboration.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025656352236144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="355" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U03J8F_bTX0/Rb6300Y4iII/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcYPROLqxX0/s320/collaboration.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;these are all from zaggy deary. =] hearts you dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pris got me a b'dae gift too! a beaded necklace cum bracelet.haha tanks gurl. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad gave me 100 bucks .ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-8765346414485799010?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/8765346414485799010/comments/default' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116945215587982659</id><published>2007-01-22T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:49:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a crappish day!dang~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;Drive by the Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hatred.hatred.i hate school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no.. my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;late for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bad hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;intensive irritating mood the whole time.god noes why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not impressed at how i present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;although i did the ppt all ALONE.read that again "ALONE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;jules conclude:definitely get a grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that i dun deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;look pretty messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i jus hate &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think i need some fareez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;please let the rainbow shine today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna hide underneath a pile of clothes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&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/8101236-116945215587982659?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116945215587982659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116945215587982659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116945215587982659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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time to come.&lt;br /&gt;But let's face it, everyone has to go through this phase.adapt.&lt;br /&gt;I've been havig surprises since last saturday.haha... well i went out wif zag n cak which i had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Well a good blardy time.(hey it's a in a positive way)&lt;br /&gt;they both looked great! and i feel like a dwarf walking beside them! they like so tall la..&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was late n im sorry gurls..really.&lt;br /&gt;so we met at p.s n wanted to have dinner at Swensens.We didnt like the &lt;br /&gt;one at ps so we headed to marina square to have our sumptous dinner.i had crayfish pasta,zag had sambal fish&lt;br /&gt;n cak had fries.. we shared our food.anyway things were getting suspicious as both cak n zag started whispering&lt;br /&gt;without me.how can tat be rite?haha i guess they had something up their sleeves.Cheeky gurls~ Oh ya!! before &lt;br /&gt;digging in my crayfish pasta, i opened up my present from my lovely bestie.She got me SO many things in a striped box!&lt;br /&gt;I felt so blessed haha...like a 6 yr old who cant wait to know what's in it.Could it be a snowball?could it be a barbie doll?&lt;br /&gt;n to my surprise, i got beaded stuff!! are yu guys jealous?? a beaded ntebook, a beaded square pillow, a beaded photoframe.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all in shades of green! haha..how adorable ;)&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the story, so we had our maincourse n it was time for dessert...yum yum.ice cream.zag n cak ice cream came first &lt;br /&gt;n was wondering why mine was that long.... n den, this swensen guy was comin to our table wif vanilla scoop ontop of a &lt;br /&gt;brownie and then he came and stood in front of me and said "may i know who's birthday?" with a smile.I was blushed.cak n zag were like saying "Juliana" hahaha...Not only that, there were like 5 other crews gather around that guy and 2 of them had&lt;br /&gt;these bells and they sang for me a birthday song(all of them)!! haha how sweet can ym 2 gurlfrens get? i was damn blushing laaa.. all the way.and after they serenade, the guy put the bowl of my b'dae brownie/icecream "cake" wif 1 lighted candle and wished me again.haha&lt;br /&gt;again.Thanks cak for the surprise idea and tanks zag for planning that nite out.Like i said again, you rock my socks haryati&lt;br /&gt;bte hashim!heh den after that wonderful event, we headed to cinelisure bcus we wanted to take neo prints n we were fussy &lt;br /&gt;at choosing which machine we want.at last we finally decide on 1.Zag pretty much enjoy it cus she was like the monkey for &lt;br /&gt;that moment..haha she literally climb the ladder which is like in the machine..it turned out pretty nice.We looked great.we shall do it more often duncha think gurls? so after the neoprint, we slack outside california fitness cus my tummy didnt felt goodand ended up taking pics wif cak digi cam! haha.had fun.spend like 1/2 hr doing that i think.Well we are camwhores...&lt;br /&gt;good camwhores!Then we headed back by 250(cab).It was gettin late so zag wanted to take cab and the ride was on her.tanks gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time you guys... hope you did too. smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sun morning i went to the zoo.wee~ fareez brought me there to see ah meng n frens! haha.. he wanted to spend time with me at the zoo and it was pleasant.We met at around 9ish AM and head to downtown east first to buy our breakfast and then head to zoo..dear didnt noe how to go..so i had to direct him.i felt like an instructor..hahahaha.so anyways we reached the zoo carpark and we sat in to have our cold breakfast.the sky didnt looked friendly at all... we were like thinkin should we bring an umbrella..?i didnt feel like it cus the only umbrella he had in the boot was like a heavy and long one.so we didnt.but i did regret cus it drizzle the whole time.haha my stubborness gets me at time huh. we went to see the baboons, polar bear,dinosaur crocodiles, bugs(ewww~) and so on...travelled the whole zoo..it was exhauting!dear took pictures of them and less us.ha! but yeah i had a blast n it was all good... goodness!&lt;br /&gt;tanks fareez. ;) n after zoo-ing, we had a lil much at kfc. cheese fries and pizza and sprite.yummylicious?&lt;br /&gt;den dear drop me at raffles city to meet up wif my family but he had to go off n visit his grams at the hospital. guess wat my bro bought a mac book! jeez weez...he's own money.it's like pretty cool laa..now i can like use the photo booth.ha.he's treating his macbook like his darling...  n den we went shoppin at parkway parade and head home.Prepare dinner and had a good nite rest.  i had a lil fight wif fareez that nite but it's all good.I know why he couldnt meet up that nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who send me their wishes through sms :): &lt;br /&gt;nad, mas, alvin,nailul,zac, sharin, nisa,my mum's fren(Nanky),Siti shatec,Zaggy,Farn, Fai,cak,lay hoon,wani,Lin.&lt;br /&gt;people who called me ;) :&lt;br /&gt;van dear, pris darling, shikin, my cousins,azfar,nisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeel blessed.picutres will upload soon.&lt;br /&gt;mon n tues celebration i continue another day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116896149626857660?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116896149626857660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116896149626857660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116896149626857660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116896149626857660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/01/jules-20-happy-birthday-to-me-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116841456931751979</id><published>2007-01-10T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:45:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peaks and Fall of 06'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PEaKs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got my hair cut and dyed by a tony and guy trainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was a model in a hair fashion show at DXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i got good gpa grades in sem1 yr 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have an overflow wardrobe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to malacca wif grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I tried a cigar.NOT a ciagratte.There's a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I cut my mum hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I learn how to bake butter cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i love to put nail polish especially nude colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to sentosa wif jacinta, my cuss. jus the 2 of us- pure fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sat twice in a cable car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i sat the carlsberg skytower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a couple of eye candy. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got myself a metallic miniature christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bought 3 dresses n a couple of shoes,a couple of tops &amp; e list goes on..ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;drove zaggy around~ whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ya i pass my tp.how could i forget about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;met fareez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to tour at the esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;stronger bond wif my close frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went on a cruise.ok im kiddin myself, it's a stationary ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got closer wif my work ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;secretly know that my bro has a gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;watch the display of fireworks which i adore so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it has great set of songs in 06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got a new hp.6280.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got an black ipod video.sheer hard work-my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;saw Denise Keller twice, she's petite seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for the first time in many years, i watch a movie wif my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;skipped class with less regretfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;love myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely l&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ove my mum n dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;love nets.who doesnt? I nets.do you? whaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bought christmas prezzies for the little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;talked to the first guy face to face after a long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;clubbing was afrequent in the starting till mid of year den it slowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fareez drive me around many times. i loike~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we got licensce on the same week jus 2 daes apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;didnt celebrate for raya.(which is kinda good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok im blanked now.. there's more but i jus cant think now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FaLl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i fall sick easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i club only once during my last holi, how pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nausea- headache feein almost everyday, ok sometimes onli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;still cant get rid of pimples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i didnt went to ZOUK OUT.how unbelivable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;missed new year's firework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;missed a couple of bus due to my eyesight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bad hair days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh ya couldnt clean my house in time for raya. which i felt hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;work,work,work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;times when i wanna flagged a cab, my wallet is jus close to empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fights i had wif mum are countless n frightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aching body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;reformat my laptop. lost all my essential fotos n music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;memoirs of the first guy comes back most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i lost my black specs, which my mum have no clue bout it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;didnt bond wif my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when i have to OT, it is jus so dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got to know ugly facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;didnt go to coldplay concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;had fever twice during 06'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;couldnt find a better part-time job with a higher pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;complex moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;smile to many but some see rite thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got the same java fac as last sem.double dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hate that particular day when i wore heels n took a public transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;havent been exercising although i alwaes say"im gonna to jog tmr nite".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;icant stand the fact that ppl still think i cant face truth.hello im 20 not 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;calcellation of meeting up jus sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario:&lt;/strong&gt; Eating &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayam&lt;/strong&gt; penyet&lt;/em&gt; at Changi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And i went"What bird is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad,mum n bro looked puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad say"What you mean what bird?it's chicken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And i"Oh ya huh...haha" excuse me cus i was darn sleepy that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It became the joke of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha silly jules in 06 you wouldnt wanna miss.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Improtant words for the day(&lt;/strong&gt;in bold&lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bonefish&lt;/strong&gt; story, &lt;strong&gt;MC= MACdonald&lt;/strong&gt; not Medical cert story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet 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style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8101236-116841456931751979?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116841456931751979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116841456931751979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116841456931751979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116841456931751979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2007/01/peaks-and-fall-of-06-peaks-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116830903089664733</id><published>2007-01-09T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T10:17:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im stuck, stuck with a habit to shop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                                                Im addicted.Addicted to shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1150/533/320/474540/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, last firday iwent shopping yet again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought a Mango jeans together with a sweet top.Im such a shopperholic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh godd...but it makes me happy. happy enough to make me smile all the way home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;instanteneously my tiredness has all faded away.haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;guess my bdae is nearing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i have a whole lists of things that i would love to have..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but nah im not listing it down for it is quite expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can i have a flea market?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want the one at Tangin mall, but the rent is like 50 bux.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any takers who wants to share a stall wif me??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to sell off my old clothes so that my wardrobe has space for new sets of clothes. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hanging out wif zaggy this friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohh i cant waittt!.......................pretty excited. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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shop!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116764153009354279</id><published>2007-01-01T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:52:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dreadful feeling i have for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change,&lt;br /&gt;Just like season.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lesson in life, adapt.&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone passes this phase.&lt;br /&gt;But to learn how to accept changes is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it's another chapter..&lt;br /&gt;You wish so hard that it wouldnt' change.&lt;br /&gt;At least you hope, you pray, you wish&lt;br /&gt;Even if you did all those, things wouldnt' change a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cruel it can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me with memories.&lt;br /&gt;You left me hanging too.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging loose.&lt;br /&gt;You didnt bother to look me up.&lt;br /&gt;Neither a ring or sms, Oh how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Well you only did when you're in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;In emotional stir.&lt;br /&gt;You got me believing that this might be the shot.&lt;br /&gt;A shot to have our frenship back.&lt;br /&gt;Boy you got me good, i was the fool once again.&lt;br /&gt;you left me hanging yet again after that day.&lt;br /&gt;All i ask is for a day of hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;But time and again, everytime i tried to ...&lt;br /&gt;You seem so occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better i let this friendship fall.&lt;br /&gt;I cant' stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You might think im paranoid but hey i got feelings to.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall im human.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116554738327428980</id><published>2006-12-08T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:09:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tittle: All Good Things by Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually in life all good things comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im not myself anymorenowadays.&lt;br /&gt;people come and people go just like that..it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;please do not have any contact wif me, if you dun even noe wat yu want out of yurself with me.&lt;br /&gt;And yu play it like it's a game. well tanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, in life if you make one silly mistakes, thats it... boy, yur in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;yur to blame for making that silly mistake and mind you it's not intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault for not apologising, but you shud all know that i wanted to make the best of it and get yu&lt;br /&gt;another one.u refused and you go on shouting at me like i really did commit a huge mistake and it's so&lt;br /&gt;unforgivable.you noe wat it really snap me, honestly i wanted to pack my bag and walked out.boy, i&lt;br /&gt;was so ready..it was a nasty fight.i say my rights but above all, she always got something to say even if &lt;br /&gt;you have already make your point , she has something against it and make you feel silly all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Like what you say were all jibberish and doesnt make sense at all. Well i must say you won.You always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im mad at myself for getting myself in such a situation and blame myself for having an ugly attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays now doesnt spell fun.&lt;br /&gt;It spells TROUBLE............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116554738327428980?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116554738327428980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116554738327428980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116554738327428980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116554738327428980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/12/tittle-all-good-things-by-nelly.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116494023565533935</id><published>2006-12-01T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T10:30:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1150/533/1600/293944/PB101260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1150/533/320/877099/PB101260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me n missy prissy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1150/533/1600/963311/PB281384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1150/533/320/64065/PB281384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116494023565533935?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116494023565533935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116494023565533935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116494023565533935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116494023565533935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-n-missy-prissy.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116355763905207422</id><published>2006-11-15T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:27:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mannequin Model for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to : Steady As she Goes by Raconteurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was hectic but i enjoyed myself much.On the 11th November (last sat) rocks like hell.you know i was a model for &lt;strong&gt;TONY n GUY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;graduation show&lt;/strong&gt;. :) i was pretty delighted.Thanks pris for introducing it to me. Tere was my hairstylist and she's so nice laa.. The haircut she gave me was called natural inversion.I didnt quite like it at first prolly cus im not used to it.And then i was a little stressed because i know i have to model for that haircut on the 11th but i jus wanna do it and feel the experience.So i didnt let my hair stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had  to arrive at Tony n Guy salon by 11 am which i worked the previous night and reached home at about 12 plus.It was tiring.So i make my way there and brought along a pair of heels to go along with the dress that Tere will provide later. (feeling: i was a little excited) And then here comes the agony part: WAITING. I was kinda the first to finished as i only had to blow my hair which makes it more stylish and sweet. After that i did my make up and it was pretty dramatic but i kinda like it.One eye was red the other was green.It's like going with the theme:Phanthom Dancing and ours was Pure Phanthom! So we are like angels but dRamatic angels!(feeling: was plesed with the makeup) cus i had glitters on both eyes and tiny fake diamonds and sequince on my face!!Cool rite...i felt like ANTM.haha... Den i waited n waited ....... still waiting. Tony n Guy salon was packed like hell and everyone was soooo busy. So finally... Tere says that i could go up and change and so i did.Im glad that i got the most prettiest dress. actually the wardrobe wasnt that pretty and i was dissapointed.You should have seen my face...and den i light up when i saw THE dress! I changed and it fits well. :) And that was it, dress was done.The dress match the heels and my earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the actual event is like only a few hours away.And i make frens with the other models and they are friendly.Everyone look gorgeous. I actually wanted a bob haircut but haha i like mine now.So we took the chartered bus and head down to DXO.Thats where the event was held.My first time there and the interior of it's like chinablack.So we make our way to the VIP room to put our things and waited for our turn to rehearse.I was freaking nervous because i didnt know when im going to walk and after who and so on.My... n guess what im 2nd to walk! wat the.... but luckily liyana(e 1st gurl to walk) was incredibly nice to me and told me the cue and all that.Thanks ya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the dry run of walking the catwalk was scary. I didnt know how to pose once I reached the front of the runaway. haha i was like sua-ku la! We rehearse thrice and i roughly know what to do but i still couldnt think of a pose! Other group models were like perfect with their poses.Like the Sudctive Phantoms,Glamour Phantom and so on.We were actually demoralise by the other groups and when we got back up to the room, we brainstorm on our poses.Making it look stylish and more attitude-like.And we practice and practice and practice like hell.The mirror was helpful.. haha thanks to it, i get my pose. And we totally did a good job i must say.The actual thing came.Like finally.Once we got on stage(Liyana n me) we will pose at the centre of the stage and count like for 3 s.And then she walks first and when she did the front pose, she will turn and walk till she reached the centre of the runaway and pose again and when she's walking back.Thats when i start walking towards the front.I was nervous like shit! But i got my attitude and strut my walk like im gorgeous and when i reached the front i pose(my pose was flying kisses?) n den i smile haha..i couldnt think of anything else! And then i walked back and when i reached the centre, i turned around and played around with the candycane, kissing it actually.haha...kinky i must say.Well that i didnt rehearse. And once i reached the spot where i should be, boy.. i was glad.Iwas glad i didnt toppled or roll on the runaway! haha.. ANd that we pose here and there and when Tere went up we had to follow behind her to the front(like finale for our group). Doing that was fun.realli.and that got to the our own spot again and we group again in the centre, this time we cheered for our hairstylist. It was PURE fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the after show, i was glad to know that pris, Justin,Huifen ,fareez dear and jo was there for me.Thank you, you guys.Justin says im like a proffesional.. so many poses.haha..im like wat the.. haha and jo says this " rambut chantek!" hahaha.. and fareez says "you look pretty/sweet. and he mentioned my hair is nice". He says those flying kisses for who? ahha i replied to him saying it's for the cute guys in the house! but i was just kidding. Anyway pris wanted to dance so badly and ended up we danced.I pulled justin to the dancefloor and he resisted but at last he gave in and taught me a few moves of his.haha you are pretty good at it, you should dance more.And guess what we are the only 3 people who conquer the dancefloor. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dancing, we parted.I went wif fareez and jo.Pris and frens went to eat. We sat at the esplanade by the bay thingy and talked for awhile den headed home by 240(cab). I enjoyed much really.The experience was super duper great.&lt;br /&gt;If given a chance again, i would go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116355763905207422?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116355763905207422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116355763905207422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116355763905207422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116355763905207422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/11/mannequin-model-for-day.html' title='Mannequin Model for a Day'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116244769568547483</id><published>2006-11-02T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:08:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i finally passed my TP after so long... ha. and im pretty thrilled.well today i drive to school with my parents by my side since im quite new to roads.And i made it all the way from one end to another.East goes west.it was fun but den quite tiring leh the hand... must hold the steering wheel.I wonder how my dad can stand it when he drives to malacca/ kl...(last time laa).I think it is dreadful.But anyways im glad i passed! and fareez passed too his TP which was 2days before mine. haha wat a coincidence... and such a bliss.And he was pretty sweet to wait up the whole time from starting of the test till end.He shared the happiness..i think he is my motivation pillar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yest, went to tony and guy salon wif pris(thanks ya;) ) at bugis and got my hair dyed. I dunno whether it's nice or wat.Some give drastic comments, some gives pretty nice.Im on the fence.Really.. Wonder what fareez says... OR mayb rite, they are not used to it yet.. then mayb they think it doesnt suit me.haiz.. its alr happenin so their comments wont matter that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually im under stress lately, i have 2 best friends and i think rite they are like really far away.. We dont usually hang out so often now. But even if we have busy schedules, it would be nice to put a thought for each other.Am i thinking to much? All those years.. we've been friends and i never expect that it will fade so easily. Im sorry but this is what i have been thinking lately.And what to top it off is that, i've been pushing myself to come school extra early for the past few days so that i can borrow a laptop.Guess wat, the it helpdesk guy knows my situation and always give me that smile"it's you again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was very appauled by FUJITSU service yest, when i went down to collect my laptop.They didnt do anything to it laa. Wat the! it's been with them for 5 days la. i was too tired to be pissed mann..yest was a bad day to the max.It has all got to do with customer service.The bubble tea service was disgusting la... those ah lians really noe how to waste people time.She can talk on the phone while holding a cup and then only to continue her work when she finished talking.Im like wat sia! Den msg some more...she got the nerve mann. you can ask pris if you dont believe it.&lt;br /&gt;And school......... do i even have to go there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so irksome.&lt;br /&gt;i think i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116244769568547483?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116244769568547483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116244769568547483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116244769568547483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116244769568547483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-i-finally-passed-my-tp-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116156963460218362</id><published>2006-10-23T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:13:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Random Hari raya songs like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, hari raya is only like tmr.. and guess wat? i havent clean my room except for the windows and the puttin up the curtains and some cookies.I think my schedules are draining my soul.I've been busy lately due to D.And yes, i didnt helped out in decorating the house either.I think this year jus sucks laa...  clashin of schedule. And why cant rp give us an extra day off?So inhuman.Im basiically using up every hr that i have in a day.Like run here to there and doing something at every minute.you know how tirin is that?Been trying to get at least 7 hrs of sleep a day and the results to that, i am now the late comer for my class... jus to get that enough sleep to last the whole day of events.So i hope in the coming weeks i get to clear things up and back to my normal self and normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real bad for not helping out that much which i used to for the past few years in preparing for Hari Raya. Im so soorry that i couldnt helped much, Mum. I think im goin to burn midnight oil for today and fulfil my goals which is to clean my room as well as bake at least 2 cookies.I hope i can do that. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wish i was a supergirl rite now*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.I finally see how life is ..is quite hard to please everyone.. and ending up your tirin yurself but to know that yu've made someone else day nice is jus worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergurl~ i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116156963460218362?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116156963460218362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116156963460218362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116156963460218362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116156963460218362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-to-random-hari-raya-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116105067105415207</id><published>2006-10-17T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:04:31.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOP 10 favourite songs....(Currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Jian Dian Ai by Jay Zhou&lt;br /&gt;2nd: You Could BE happy by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;3rd: All My Life by KCi &amp; Jojo&lt;br /&gt;4th: There's Something About you by Jamelia&lt;br /&gt;5th: Stolen by Dashboard Confessionals&lt;br /&gt;6th: Lips of An Angel by Hinder&lt;br /&gt;7th: My Love by Justin Timberlake feat TI&lt;br /&gt;8th: Uptown Girl Soundtrack- Chant&lt;br /&gt;9th: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;10th: I'll be Missing you by P Diddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Jay Zhou and is super nice la that song... must listen if you guys havent heard of it yet.IT's a plus plus! Azfar, you need to take care and be strong.. i noe that you been working hard lately but still dont let it overshadow yur future.. yes we need to help, but we need to balance and not only fall on one side.I hope you think through... and be firm. Dont get me wrong that i say this stuff means im being bad.It is not... it's only my care and concern  for yu my fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest, Fareez and i, we supposed to go home but we made a pit stop at city hall cus dear wanted to go shoppin all of a sudden not sure why... so we headed to marina --&gt; to topshop and he fell in love wif a read and white strip cardigan? im like hrmmmm... i say nah-AH! haha... Ended up he didnt get any top. And we round round round marina.Went to barang2, other cool shops and head to the food court and ate nasi lemak for buka.. fareez so greedy can... he order popiah some more...ha! we were like strugging to finish 1/4 of the nasi lemak left lar..but couldnt. But den we still had dessert anyway... choc foundant..aww~ its so nice..and headed homeee.... den ate steamboat for supper. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanks Zaggy for the pizza hut cum starbucks.Eu rawk!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116105067105415207?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116105067105415207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116105067105415207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116105067105415207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116105067105415207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/10/top-10-favourite-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116054406812584036</id><published>2006-10-11T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:21:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Adam Song by Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanks jac for taggin; =) what's your blog add?&lt;br /&gt;ok here's a thot.Why must things crash at the same time and when it's over, it's really over.There's no turning back and amending it.OK what happens if you actually like 2 different people who are so opposites of each other.And you're confused because either one..they are great individuals.But you certainly cant cater to both because it's not fair.And if you did, you're called a hypocrite,player,timer or whatever you want to call it.Im not amused by it.Why cant it all happen at a different time or period when one is over the other one comes along?Life just has to be confusing and painful. Remain frens is wat i said to the other.Will i regret it?&lt;br /&gt;Why have i not learnt my lesson that nvr to say steady ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, i feel that it is a test on how well we can handle such situations and make the best of it.But at times it gets you thinking that you wish you were not in the position at all...&lt;br /&gt;Human nature, you want it all..but you just cant.&lt;br /&gt;You want the attention, you want the love , you want sweet words, you want the care and concern, you want more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : these are jus my tots and opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my apology to&lt;br /&gt;~Zaggy for not helpin out in paintin yur bluey wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)single, taken or crushing?Ans: Taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you happy with your life now?Ans: YEs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?Ans: YEs i do and it depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever been heartbroken?Ans: Once and you should know who rite zag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe that there are some circumstances, where cheating love is acceptable?Ans: Not accetable but still people are doin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Would you take someone back if he cheats on you?Ans: yeah if i like him alot2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have you ever talked about marriage to someone else before?Ans: yes.to best frewns and also my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you want children?Ans: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How many?Ans:  2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you ever consider adoption?Ans: Yes give life to an unfortunate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If someone likes you now, what do you think is the best way for him to let you know his feelings?Ans: show me care.... n lots of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you enjoy getting into relationships?Ans: At times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you believe in love at first sight?Ans: yes, i pretty much do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you believe you can change someone?Ans: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?Ans: by the beach, not in s'pore though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you give in easily when you're fighting?Ans: Hell no.. but i think thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you have feelings for someone right now?Ans: yeS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you ever wish that you could have had someone, but you messed it up?Ans: yes...many times actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have you ever broken a heart?Ans: yes..n im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy you are deeply in love with, what would you do?Ans: I let them be....I be upset but im sure i get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Are you missing anyone right now?Ans: yess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs. Write down their names in the list below.&lt;br /&gt;1.Van&lt;br /&gt;2.Pris&lt;br /&gt;3.Sharin&lt;br /&gt;4.Nisa&lt;br /&gt;5.Jac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116054406812584036?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116054406812584036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116054406812584036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116054406812584036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116054406812584036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-to-adam-song-by-blink-182.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-116009459877058335</id><published>2006-10-06T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:29:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to:Lips of an Angel by Hinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past few days has been good as well as bad. I mean i had memorable memories... Ate at Phin's with Al and El Sheikh's with fareez.I was mesmerized by the scenery at El Sheikh's and the food there was brilliantly scrumptious.I ordered Kish Kebab(beef)and it's so delicious like seriously.You want to eat the fries none stop you know.It's so differnt from MAc's fries.like totalli. Any way thank you fareez for sending our 5th monthsary at El Sheikh's.IT was plesantly awesome.And we finally took pictures together. at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was at Phin's i ate Marina Spaghetti and it was fabulous.I like the fish ,prawns and mussels.Thanks Al.Well, it took awhile for us to decide where to go eat... i keep resisting expensive places... and ended up at Phin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so bingit can? Stoopid laa.. family dinner and kin's b'dae is like collidin la.Shit. my mum is so not understanding laa. i noe family dinner i have to be there.. and then is like sat is the onli day i can go out wif kin and seri laa.wth. sun cant cus her family is celebratin. im like wtv laa give up.Headache!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-116009459877058335?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/116009459877058335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=116009459877058335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116009459877058335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/116009459877058335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-tolips-of-angel-by-hinder.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115927568479583710</id><published>2006-09-26T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:01:24.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yes, it's been AWhile... since i entered blogger.com. ha! yes i was pretty busy.It's true.Work my ass off during the holidays and spend time with my frens and also fareez. Things are not getting better actually as in life..It's like grey clouds looming over my head, so many things i need to go through and honestly im scared.scared what the outcome might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on school isnt that great or breeze as i thought it would be.Im taking modules that i dont even like pronouncing it! how? how to go on for like 16 more weeks? Im struggling already and its only the 4th day of school! How can i possibly cope??To make my life even more misery, my classmates are genuinely smart la. my.. i totally look dumb mann.Jeez....Jac has been giving me encouraging words and i think she's pretty nice as a fren.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing,i went to S'pore Idol together with Pris , Nisa(she onli went on Sunday),dan and other RP peeps on Sunday and yest.It was freaking awesome!Because i get to shake Hady, Johnathan, Taufik, Jasmine, Gayle,Paul,Gurmit,Daniel Ong hands.I think it was freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan was real hot and he sang CHASING CARS by snow patrol which melts my heart mann.. he's gorgeous i tell you!haiz *dreaming*Both were pretty good with their vocals and it was pretty hard to guess who will win. When Hady sang "Through the wire", it was almost perfect to me.And i cant deny Hady looks fine too.I enjoy so much laa, if it was not for Nisa my dearie, i wouldnt have expereince the spectacular event!Thank you so much dear! ~ily~&lt;br /&gt;Get well Nisa.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures i took... it's jsut a few because my memory card sucks la onli limited space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115927568479583710?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115927568479583710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115927568479583710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115927568479583710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115927568479583710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-yes-its-been-awhile_26.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115759673239886459</id><published>2006-09-07T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:38:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115759673239886459?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115759673239886459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115759673239886459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115759673239886459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115759673239886459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-love-style-is-agape-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115709353555686249</id><published>2006-09-01T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:14:36.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;C &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.You have the confidence to make the first move.And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; You a Good Kisser?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAAARGH! i type so much and it's gone... here you go in point form.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Pris blog and came across this interesting quiz, i wanted to see if i am a good kisser, so yeah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- design zag's bluey wall. :) I had fun and thank you for giving me an opportunity to do it.Cant wait to get my hands dirty once the paints are bought! The designs include curly-swirly, siloutte of a gurl and her initials.Im glad you like it... actually you love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-design kin's restaurant.She had this school project and asked me whether im interested in doing it.I was really flattered that she considered me and i of course accepted it and boy! i was thrilled.I've always wanted to do such things and finally the chance is here.I spend plenty of time doing it. Did 3 pieces and showed it to her. Of course i drew what she wanted from her pictures.Pictures that she took illegally at furniture stores that she thought she wanted it to be included in it. She was pleased with the designs and im glad she is. THis is soo gonna be in my art file sorta like a portfolio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Celebrated Fareez's birthday by doing a candlelit dinner with the help of Kin and Fil.THat night was magical.It wouldnt have been magical without you guys.Thanks fil for your place, thanks kin for the scrumptious chicken and i did help mashed the potatoes! heh.. We went clubbing after that and it was fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Just got back from art camp. I enjoy myself and thank you Nisa for coming. This time round, we did glass painting and i only did 3 designs.holly crap im sleepy...i will edit this entry once im awake.As for now,,nites&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115709353555686249?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115709353555686249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115709353555686249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115709353555686249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115709353555686249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/09/c-your-kissing-technique-is.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115556489414263812</id><published>2006-08-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:38:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instruction: GO to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle.Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.I guess you want the truth just don't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways i got this from fab's blog.. Don't think i dont read your blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;Ba Bump by (BEP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... i dunno wat it means .. but it sounds cool though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Demi Waktu by (Melayang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds sad though.. haha. hey whoever understand better malay can you help me translate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;From Underneath by (Hawk Nelson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess people know me from underneath when they first know me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust for me?&lt;br /&gt;17 by (Mandy Moore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 people lust for me? thats so little! haha.. i want more.... oops! i mean dont tell me my whole entire life onli 17?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet surrender by (sarah Mclachlan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... sweet surrender? and bitter ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful by (james Blunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. rite.. i should be beautiful...?hahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Ironic by (Alanis Morisette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?having children is ironic??this is ridiculous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;I'll melt with you by Nouvelle vague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you melt with me? whoever out dere..will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i by Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. why cant i dance wat i want and when i want... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115556489414263812?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115491462976344266</id><published>2006-08-07T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:44:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Listening to:Why by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My true birth month..a lil strange but it explains me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your True Birth Month Is December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/december.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Logical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Patriotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not egoistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Loves praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Loves to joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fun to be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not pretending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Loves attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Short tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hates restrictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Loves to socialize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Loves to be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Loyal and generous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Impatient and hasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Changing personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Good sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Honest and trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Influential in organizations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Takes high pride in oneself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Active in games and interactions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/"&gt;What's" Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115491462976344266?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115491462976344266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115491462976344266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Once she is mad she can be very fierce.&lt;br /&gt;She can work better than some men and she is very high confident woman. In&lt;br /&gt;her opinion, woman is not just a flower or decoration at home or at an&lt;br /&gt;office and certainly not a weak sex who needs protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to control and hide her weak emotions. She will never try to&lt;br /&gt;change anyone, but she will learn to accept them as they are. If she does&lt;br /&gt;not like someone, she will not comments or criticize but she will completely&lt;br /&gt;ignore that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hate plastic and an artificial flower because it make her feel that you&lt;br /&gt;are not being sincere. She loves real flower and it's scent. She loves a guy&lt;br /&gt;who wear after shave cologne. If you are a type of a guy who wear your Jean&lt;br /&gt;one month before washing, or wear an old sneaker, then you can forget about&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves music and nature even there is a rare case otherwise. She loves to&lt;br /&gt;go picnic in nature, so if you don't have so much time for her, you can take&lt;br /&gt;her fishing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not as jealous as Aquarius or Leo woman, but do not cross the line&lt;br /&gt;O.K. Better not to see she gets mad, especially in front of public when she&lt;br /&gt;feels like loosing face. She loves to make up and dress perfectly and very&lt;br /&gt;neat, so never rush her for this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her own goal in life and does not care if you have a doctorate&lt;br /&gt;degree or not, if she thinks you are not bright then she will not care about&lt;br /&gt;you at all. She likes smart people by character not by certificate shown. If&lt;br /&gt;you can not show her this quality, go and take a bus and go to the next&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not like a dreamer who talk about his dream but never put his hands&lt;br /&gt;in action to make it happens. Don't bother to tell her "everyone is doing&lt;br /&gt;it, you should do it too", or "I think you should do it, it's good for you",&lt;br /&gt;because she will do what she wants to do only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a neat and tidy person, so if your apartment is a pigsty , do not&lt;br /&gt;take her there. If you go out on a date with her , try to be presentable&lt;br /&gt;such as nice and clean dress, clean nails or else it will be your last date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a cool type and will not nag, so easy on your ears. She is a slow but&lt;br /&gt;sure type. She will always respect and honor you and will never try to make&lt;br /&gt;you loose your face. If she loves you, she will help you in anything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to help people and expect nothing in return. If she asks you for a&lt;br /&gt;favor and does not get one, she will feel very disappoint. She has a high&lt;br /&gt;hope and a high faith and beliefs in her own confident than believing in&lt;br /&gt;"Luck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is your wife, you will have nice and clean home and a gourmet&lt;br /&gt;cooking. If your parents visit your house, they will be please. She is a 3&lt;br /&gt;in 1 means , a perfect mother, a perfect housewife, a perfect wife or you&lt;br /&gt;could say "happily ever after".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha.. thats farni.. some points are quite true. I do love nature and music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tell me if it's true if you feel that im that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115457303597001858?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115457303597001858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115457303597001858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115457303597001858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115457303597001858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/08/capricorn-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115453309573411256</id><published>2006-08-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:38:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Silence literally silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today i had a long day but i like it, i mean i enjoy it becasue in the morning i had media conference at the stadium and i think it was fun.The berita harian interviewer focus on Nisa hahaks probably she wear scarf. Farn,, she had to do all the toking.. and aneways, i got some video clip of Nisa which is pretty hilarious. *Never Been Seen Footage* If you wanna see it, come find me and i show it to you.. or............. i can host the video in my blog? Which shud i choose..?Hahahks..&lt;br /&gt;I had fun Nisa hanging with you although it doesnt feel like a long time but haahsk i do miss you, your laughter and sarcasm.Didnt quite meet seri or fareez, planned crash.But i had a good time walkin alone at town.I did window shoppin while i wait for mum to end work.. I tell you shoppin is so tiring.. but FUN. My legs were like wanna come off.And ya! mum and i watched LAKE HOUSE and i think it is a brilliant show. It is so cool la and the suspense of it(i mean emotionally is just thrilling) Like you wish they didnt have to go that way and go this way ant etc.. I salute the director mann.I realli dun mind watching it over and over again and still not get bored. Cus it's just so lovely.I know im a sucker for Love shows.I cant deny that really.It's just so amazing that true love actually exist in this world and how you wish that in some miracle way it would happen to you. I mean we can dream cant we? Nisa lake house is nice.. :) Shud watch. Julie give 2 thumbs up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s:Trisha thinks im good at body paint. (I like that compliment). It's nice to know people want you to paint them.The feeling is just great actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115453309573411256?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115453309573411256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115453309573411256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115453309573411256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115453309573411256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/08/listening-to-silence-literally-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115432842772968526</id><published>2006-07-31T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:48:50.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Porsche 911!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/911.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite,and you know it.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115432842772968526?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115432842772968526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115432842772968526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115432842772968526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115432842772968526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-porsche-911-you-have-classic-style.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115370825597283793</id><published>2006-07-24T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:30:56.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another lovely song. read thru..if you must or bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your Own Disaster" by Taking back Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of this and me&lt;br /&gt;as just a few of the many things&lt;br /&gt;to lie around to clutter up your shelves&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you weren't worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;because there's some thing's I'd like to say to you...&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;you know what you've been missing'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;you know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;And I dare you to forget the marks&lt;br /&gt;you left across my neck from those nights&lt;br /&gt;when we were both found at our best&lt;br /&gt;Now I could make this obvious,and you,&lt;br /&gt;you could deny me&lt;br /&gt;all in one breath&lt;br /&gt;you could shrug me off your shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;you know what you've been missing'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;you know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that you know&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't think you know&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't think you know&lt;br /&gt;what your missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lush, have fun&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lush, have fun&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lush, have fun&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lush, have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;you know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;you know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just forget me&lt;br /&gt;it's that simple&lt;br /&gt;Just forget me&lt;br /&gt;it's that simple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115370825597283793?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115370825597283793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115370825597283793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115370825597283793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115370825597283793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-lovely-song.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115356827954456504</id><published>2006-07-22T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:38:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Litening to: You could be Happy by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever feel that you wanted something so bad and you are determined that you can do it but of course being modest about it.you dont want to be big headed rite.Here's the problem: when you are in the moment and you make the slightest mistakes for your common sense ran out for awhile and the thing is everything went perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what jeopordise it is the slightest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dissapointed can you get? seriously.... i felt really dissapointed cus i teared while i walked back.You're very close to getting it but you failed cus of the slightest mistake. And now i have to do it all over again. you tell me what would you feel if it happens to you. You're so close  yet you're so far.... damn you choong sang. Im a dissapointment to people. Everything was fine for god sake. God why cant you make him see that i tried my best today why cant you let him see that. why must he be mean to me? Why god? why cant you see god that i did my best. I did my best for my parents. But no, no one can see that rite.tanks ah ...i have to go thru it again. tanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115356827954456504?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115356827954456504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115356827954456504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115356827954456504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115356827954456504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/litening-to-you-could-be-happy-by-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115339563920017874</id><published>2006-07-20T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:42:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: One More Shot by Ryan Cabera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyho! im updatin.... for you zaggy and the rest. :) Wat has been happening the pat few days..hrmm met wif fareez watched Pirates Of The Carribean Black's Man Chest, its farni but the movie is damn long lar.. got in at 1.45 end at 4.10?!? hahaks but enjoy it. Anyways, yest got back from drivin wif fareez, was walking back home den mum called and asked me to go down town cus my dad and bro is meeting there and wants me to go... Im like mum do you know where i am? Im walking home. She say can laa come ah... i replied her you have to spend me ice cream if i go.. and so she agreed. And so i went, and i got more than what i wanted which is the fried mars chocolate at far east instead i got Ben's and Jerry ice creamS! mango lime, chewy chocolate fude and strawberry cheescake!wah~~~~ so nyce. yum yum!of course share laa wif them.. but i end up finishin it. heh. I guess i got sweet tooth which they dont.It was heaven and i ate the brownie toooo... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had web multimedia class and i think it's the coolest module. We had to do a short movie and my team based it on a song called stalker by goldfinger. HAhaks the song is like addictive.I enjoyed myself but it was tiring as we had to go around the school to shoot scenes and have each scene taken in different angles. But most of all i think my team pull through a good presentation.Not say i want to brag or be proud of it, but the appluse we got after our presentation is like a pad on our shoulder for a good job. Except that a few scenes are not captured yet.We show some unglam shots too.But we shouldnt be big headed or anything, I mean it still boils down to next week final production.I pray it will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is being annoying nowadays, he bullys me often now.-___-". Hope he stopped soon.haks.. Like it will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115339563920017874?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115339563920017874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115339563920017874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115339563920017874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115339563920017874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-to-one-more-shot-by-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115313810418301351</id><published>2006-07-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:17:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEre's somethin about me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You Are An ENFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115313810418301351?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115313810418301351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115313810418301351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115313810418301351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115313810418301351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/heres-somethin-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115286241011767801</id><published>2006-07-14T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:37:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Listening to: I was always your girl by Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah, i went town last wednesday to celebrate Zag's b'dae and it was splendid fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me and her.It was uber fun!! =) we went from here to there then back then there... exciting u noe. Anyway she like her present so much!! im sooo glad that she appreciate it cus i noe i didnt follow her wishlist. den she wore the cap that i bought for her straight away! And i also wear mine because i fall in love with the beige one while she got the black one.*jumps around*.Den the best part is that we took NEOPRINTS! it was fantastic mann the outcome heh! yeah you must be thinking that i'm thick skin.But haahahks who care.It felt good to meet up with her... miss her so much.. must meet more often k? Anyways before we took neoprints, i had a crazy idea of piercing my nose... and i tot zaggy would disagree on that thot.But she surprises me and say "yeah gurl u shud i think it'll look sweet.." Den 70 % of me say yes go ahead and so i did. I had to call mum first to ask for her permission and she say can.. up to me. So yeah i did it. It sucks of course, the pain. I teared a little.-No wonder she gave me a piece of tissue- I tot it wouldnt hurt that bad and assume that the pain is like how we normally pierce our ear kinda pain. I was soooo WRONG. heh But i totalli love it laa... i think it's nice laa the piercing and now that i have a diamond stud instead of the silver big bulky one is just making me smile now.haha...and yeah we laugh a lot too didnt we zaggy?? hahaks so much fun... i wish it wouldnt have to end you know... Den we spot a cute guy at far east working in a thai restaurant. And he smiled at me..*blushed* he's cute too.. zaggy had an idea, a real good idea that is to dine in there hahaks. I agree but den i changed the tot because i was running low in cash.Then we of course after walking around, we had a whole list of stuff that we want to buy! ahaks! I better start working hard and earned the cash... so i can satisfy my needs!*evil grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE"S THE PICS&gt;&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/img0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115286241011767801?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115286241011767801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115286241011767801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115286241011767801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115286241011767801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-to-i-was-always-your-girl-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115250512376644282</id><published>2006-07-10T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:18:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to :Tokyo Drift by Teriyaki Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i pon skool and i think im becomin bad. why?&lt;br /&gt;i have no freakin clue.. and i mean if u pon skool and you know your grades are pretty good then by all means do it. But im not having good daily grades let alone UT. so do you think im taking a step to suicidal?&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to do well in class, engaged in team discussion and try to understand the problem.But it seems when it comes to UT, i freaking dont understand what they are asking.DAMN UT.And if i screw up all the 2nd UTs, im dead meat. I wish i dont.I think im giving up on life.Im trying my best to stay on the positive side but everyday it seems im putting a facade of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think that i can ever find pure happiness unless im one freaking rich person like Paris Hilton who doesnt really need education and just needs cash to buy everything.Wish i could have that.Not to be as blant as her but to use the money to do other things like having my own design label and other ambitious challenge.&lt;br /&gt;My parents might think im doing well in skool but haiz im scared that i would really dissapoint them. That is just so unfair to them if it happens. I know that they have given what i want and need and all.And if i dont do this for them and for myself, i rather say goodbye to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MYSELF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115250512376644282?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115250512376644282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115250512376644282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115250512376644282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115250512376644282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-to-tokyo-drift-by-teriyaki.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115228524568145078</id><published>2006-07-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:14:05.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to : So what by ciara and Field Mob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i have not been updating my blog since centuries ago.oh well, been busy.I say that all the time but im not sure what im busy with actually.i think im worst being on earth cus i lied. N i think i lied pretty bad. Im sowie. I know that i shouldnt have but to tell you honestly, everytime when i want to tell you and i know i should have, my mind says dont at the last min. So i didnt. And i was hoping you wouldnt know because i thought i might lose you if you noe.But today i guess it just spill ey... im realli sowie that you have to find out like that. If it were me, i'll be mad.Although you say your fine but come on, i know you might feel something else. you're really patient and i admire that. I never thought you still like me. I was shocked as i expected that you moved on.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems you're gonna moved on...like really.People say your a nice guy, i think so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115228524568145078?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115228524568145078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115228524568145078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115228524568145078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115228524568145078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-to-so-what-by-ciara-and.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115081739437117692</id><published>2006-06-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:29:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Me and You by Cassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think cassie is hot and so is her first hit single!&lt;br /&gt;im goin clubbin this thrus! so kewl~&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to dance.. been dancin in my toilet and its small mann.&lt;br /&gt;but this thrus, main arena is smoove~ so kewl rite?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad kin is back wif zac. im a lil proud cus i did fixed dem up.&lt;br /&gt;i tot it seems like it wouldnt work until i heard they got back.&lt;br /&gt;anyways fareez is back from batam! like finally........&lt;br /&gt;i think im keepin my hair damn long and den do somethin wif it.i wanna do punk kinda look&lt;br /&gt;but im scared.haks&lt;br /&gt;me n my WANTS.&lt;br /&gt;n yeah.. im really flattered that george, thinks im good in drawing after&lt;br /&gt;seeing my sketch/doodlin book and my art file.&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice to noe that someone actually like my work and thinks i can do better.&lt;br /&gt;well... im not gonna sit here and do nothin.. im gonna design more stuff on papers and my sketch/doodlin book. I cant wait to finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;n plus i got an ipod video that cost onli 380 and i think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;ermmm..... did quite bad for uts.&lt;br /&gt;haiz......................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115081739437117692?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115081739437117692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115081739437117692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115081739437117692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115081739437117692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/06/listening-to-me-and-you-by-cassie-i.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-115004616793896187</id><published>2006-06-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:16:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:Im Sprung by T Pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things that makes me happy...... here are some..&lt;br /&gt;SOME ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; ...... when i can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jeans&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;...... when i get to eat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :chewy chocolate fudge ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...... because i went to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt; wif my art peeps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...... because i bought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 nice bags&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when i smile and someone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smiles back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...... when someone crack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stoopid jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or being sarcastic to someone who is blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;...... when my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wallet is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; thick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; ...... that im part of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NDP celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tis year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;...... that i got an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ipod video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wif a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;green casing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...... that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;totally gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over flip-flopper guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...... when things&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...... when i get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...... when i can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;match my outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;...... when it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and im in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;...... when i get to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;collect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weird and cute stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...... when i get to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clubbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy  ...... seeing u fareez.&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE'S MORE ACTUALLY. tee heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i enjoy the time i spend wif my art peeps at Bali.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. from visitin and learin the cultures of Balinese ppl to playin pool to playin ping pong to swimmin in the nite to laughin at ppl to camwhorin to admirin the beautified beaches to watch big waves to visitin galleries that has lots of nice paintins to know the nite life of Bali to have the same room wif pris n nisa to bitch about stuff to see active volcano to watch a beautiful sunset to be on a cliff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-115004616793896187?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/115004616793896187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=115004616793896187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115004616793896187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/115004616793896187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/06/listening-toim-sprung-by-t-pain-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114895590239249295</id><published>2006-05-30T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:25:02.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;listening to: you were meant for me by Jewel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im fucked. can.&lt;br /&gt;my 2 best fren are fighting n i feel so helpless cus im tryin to help mend dem, which i did.&lt;br /&gt;but they just wont. fine , if u guys want it tis way let it be den.&lt;br /&gt;after all the years we built our frenship, this is how it suppose to end???&lt;br /&gt;both is stubborn, both make mistakes both needs to forgive .&lt;br /&gt;but both just think that they are right and i do not take any sides ok.&lt;br /&gt;i just want the trios back like we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i cant asked for much rite, look at the way things are goin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way it seems &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life is fallin apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my specs, the black one.how dumb can i get?&lt;br /&gt;mum doesnt noe still....&lt;br /&gt;but mum noes about someone.&lt;br /&gt;n my pay... gosh, its onli next week but den&lt;br /&gt;i have to give mum 100 bucks for next month transportation, den get myself a spec.&lt;br /&gt;den  thot of buyin the new phone.sony ericsson that has MP3 in it. which means i can save&lt;br /&gt;money from buyin any MP3. see.... den need to save some moeny to go for the bali trip.&lt;br /&gt;i dun even think that my pay can withstand what i've planned for next month.&lt;br /&gt;im dead.broke.out of luck.wats more to come?&lt;br /&gt;wat have u planned for me god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fareez is facin skool prob, n i dunno how else i can help him except hugs n words.&lt;br /&gt;wish i could do more..&lt;br /&gt;damn, im so fucked again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114895590239249295?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114895590239249295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114895590239249295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114895590239249295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114895590239249295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/05/listening-to-you-were-meant-for-me-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114862772703224744</id><published>2006-05-26T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:15:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to : Night Air by Teddy Geiger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so beat.&lt;br /&gt;dead beat tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MON- got home at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TUES- got home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WED- got home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THRUS- got home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TODAY- goin home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TMR- got art at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den probably i die on sun.&lt;br /&gt;so how?&lt;br /&gt;red bull? i cant... i need my bed.really badly need it.&lt;br /&gt;im sitting in class... tryin hard to make my brain function&lt;br /&gt;although my head is realli heavy to the max.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how im goin to do my UT later on.&lt;br /&gt;probably do wat Nisa did.....u noe wat i mean rite nisa?&lt;br /&gt;yeah pris and i did painting for Sammy. n it was quite aight.fine lines are just so tedious to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graffiti was aight too.. didint do much as i was tired after doin sammy's paintin.&lt;br /&gt;Eeshaun combines his design to our "eye". It looks like Medusa sorta thing but it's whacked mann. go see if ur free.N den mum wanted to watch movie... so yeah we watched POSEIDON.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice n thrillin. mum was stressed when she watched it. she bully me too when we were on our way back in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N oh ya.. goin for e BALI trip wif art club peeps!&lt;br /&gt;i think it's goin to be fun. We'll be doing mural painting and i think others.&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously im freakin SLEEPY.&lt;br /&gt; n ya bought a mango skirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114862772703224744?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114862772703224744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114862772703224744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114862772703224744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114862772703224744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/05/listening-to-night-air-by-teddy-geiger.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114787403585770498</id><published>2006-05-17T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:53:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Learn to fly by Foo Fighters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you.have saved me from the storm and make me bloom like a sunflower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you .have made the meaning of"Absence makes the heart grow fonder" meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you. have put back the smile that i have forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you asked a question that i was afraid might lead to an end, cus the previous one ended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you. feared me then but still i stick on. i will. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you. say all those sweet words, i hope it's real, cus mine are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you.seemed so nice and pretty cute that it's hard to say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you.are very-bery hugable i must admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you.of all i love dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114787403585770498?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114787403585770498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114787403585770498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114787403585770498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114787403585770498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/05/listening-to-learn-to-fly-by-foo.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114776344001452420</id><published>2006-05-16T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:10:40.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sitting in class... n my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;the kind where you need to go to the loo.&lt;br /&gt;and damn she(the fac) can like go on askin questions like no-one business.&lt;br /&gt;IM in a REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE POSITION HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;hello!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i cant go cus the next team is mine.... blah.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114776344001452420?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114776344001452420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114776344001452420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114776344001452420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114776344001452420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sitting-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114762091550242072</id><published>2006-05-14T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:35:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:Lo Lo Lo VE by Ashlee Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i change my skin again. Im not sure how long will this skin last..&lt;br /&gt;anyways things are changing around me.&lt;br /&gt;i think im growin. well firstly, i was on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TV mobile&lt;/span&gt; for this short interview&lt;br /&gt;about which hollywood star has influenced me and why..&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty short interview. But i never did expect that they would really&lt;br /&gt;use my shot.Ahaks... i was a lil excited...but most might think it's lame..&lt;br /&gt;but wth.. im still happi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Zouk last friday nite and it was fun. =]&lt;br /&gt;PURE FUN! i dance wif none other than Fareez, he was proctective.&lt;br /&gt;But i like. He says to stick wif him cus got a lot of NS men. haks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tank U BEat&lt;/span&gt; for the free invites!!!!!!!!! Gosh.. ur a savior my dearie!&lt;br /&gt;My frens were so happi too.. thanks dear. U look gorgeous gurl~&lt;br /&gt;u n clement look so sweet mann.... heh. all the best to u guys ya...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated mother's dae last nite. kin came over and help me bake a cake&lt;br /&gt;for my mum. We had fun.We even watch Scary movie 4 while we wait for the&lt;br /&gt;cake to be bake.That show is whacked mann! Then once it was done, i tot of&lt;br /&gt;cuttin it inot a heart shape, but then kin tot of cuttin into an M shape. So we stick&lt;br /&gt;to M shape and it turn out cool!! heh.. Kin went off and so i did.. that is to sleep.haks&lt;br /&gt;So went i woke up, i started to think of cookin dinner for them. My mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;So i go fry eggs and some luncheon meat(chicken) and ikan bilis for them. It is like my&lt;br /&gt;mum's fav. So yeah i even thot of havin dessert which is peach fruit..(in the can one la)&lt;br /&gt;den when my dad got home, i guess he was shocked.hahaks cus i never cook before and yet there are like lots of food on the table. A shocker i noe. So yeah i also did this little alphabets&lt;br /&gt;that says&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY"&lt;/span&gt; and paste it on the wall and decorate the living room&lt;br /&gt;with candles. I think it look super cool.. i really like it. I hope she did. anyways she got home&lt;br /&gt;she was smilin hahaks... like really shocked smile... n she was like sayin tank you to me..&lt;br /&gt;Like TWice which is weird but it felt nice. =] im glad i made her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we sat down n had our dinner.The dinner that i prepared. My mum say i can get married already. Im like ahahks....that's crazy. So yeah... she loves the cake that we bake for her. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kin for helpin. :)&lt;/span&gt; she says it's like Mrs Field like that...&lt;br /&gt;this comin week is gonna be packed i think. hrmmm.... happy mother's day to all MOthers!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114762091550242072?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114762091550242072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114762091550242072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114762091550242072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114762091550242072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/05/listening-tolo-lo-lo-ve-by-ashlee.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114674399986082755</id><published>2006-05-04T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:59:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: 1979 by smashing pumpkin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was a fucked up dae in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cus i woke up at 8am when my class starts like 1/2hr later.&lt;br /&gt;u must be saying jeezzzz rite....&lt;br /&gt;ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly woke up and then i see 'eh why so bright?'&lt;br /&gt;den who else came in my room and nagged at me like one machine gun?&lt;br /&gt;dotttdoottttdoottt...&lt;br /&gt;den i went to wake my dad up and asked him to send me.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah go bathe then jus picked anythin to wear and was ready.&lt;br /&gt;BUT den my mum was damn slow....&lt;br /&gt;left house at 8.20.!?!?!??!??!!!! wen we could have left at 8.15.&lt;br /&gt;5 mins is still  precious time ok... wen ur late la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tis is what pissed me off today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she den can say i never took skool seriously from last time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF I NEVER TOOk SKOOL SERIOUSLY I WOULDNT BE WHERE I AM NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY ASS DUNNO HOW HARD I TRY TO PROVE MYSELF TO HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND SHE DARE SAY THAT TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i did study hard at all....&lt;br /&gt;she alwaes like to compare me to my bro during primary skool&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why im so dumb in primary skool.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally shine when i was in secondary skool and for 3 years i got scholarship..&lt;br /&gt;she finally shut up.&lt;br /&gt;U noe why she shut-up? cus the amount i got was something she cant talk about.&lt;br /&gt;It was 500 bucks each time.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have worked hard. waste my bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt noe how i always try to prove myself to her.&lt;br /&gt;she's only happy for a second i guess and forget about it the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so shagged and my legs are really tired.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt have watched queen of the dammed.&lt;br /&gt;watch MI:3 it is action packed like duh~ but it's truly a suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked last nite and hrmmmmm....................... still skeptic a lil.&lt;br /&gt;although some part of me is sayin, 'yes trust him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114674399986082755?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114674399986082755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114674399986082755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114674399986082755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114674399986082755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/05/listening-to-1979-by-smashing-pumpkin.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114628853093482502</id><published>2006-04-29T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:28:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Run it by Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yest i didnt went to skool cus of somethin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yeah i failed. darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes i feel like stopin it straight away u noe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dun waste my time n also e freakin money spend on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's sickenin lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;N this time its my minor mistakes... bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;major mistakes was avoided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AAAAAAAAARGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fuck dem laa...cheaterbugs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;n ya my dad was dissapointed. so was i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stooopid me.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;im workin soon.. darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;n i need the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;workin for 3 daes straight.. gonna be whacked tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114628853093482502?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114628853093482502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114628853093482502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114628853093482502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114628853093482502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/04/listening-to-run-it-by-chris-brown.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114596823627563469</id><published>2006-04-25T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:30:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Image008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Image008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          zaggy kin me...... at petals restaurant...... kin EC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Image009.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        US--&gt; cam whorin! ahaks!! so fun.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         *bewitched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Image007.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            i think i loook farni.ahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Image005.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                im dead. zag's wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              emo me &amp; playful zaggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Nature Song by Embrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Those pictures were taken so last last week.. ahaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it was KIn's Event Catering. N the food was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i tried magarita... n boy- i hate it. it's so NOT nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;seriously.should have just got the shiok2 drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyways todae i chill wif hanis, wani &amp; wani's fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it was so farni.. laugh until my cheek hurts! hanis la do the sss thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pronounce it like as though she got no tougue...u shud have seen it mann.hahaks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;den that one nvm,wani caught this malay guy whom we assume got some kind of eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;problem la..-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eye problem... den again Hanis was being her funny self and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;did the winking of her eyes.. and it was farni sia..! den i ask her... can she do both at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;same time... n she started laughin.. cus we know it would look retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;N she did it!! ahahks that was a bonus mann..she call it the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPECIAL EDITION.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;todae i did the erm database.. it was ok. the fac was happy wif our presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she mention good work. n i was glad. heh. who isnt rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yeah..... so met fareez yest. didnt like talked much though. but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;n yeah last sunday went town wif my uncle's family and my family along with my grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and another uncle to town after my work.Like weird rite? And we went to far east to shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;for my cuzz stuff and had dinner at this thai restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;n guess wat i did some shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i got this amazing deal of this 2 tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2 brown tops.... for onli 8 bucks.... u might think it's unbelivabl.e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but it's true... the shop was having a closing down sale... n yeah i wore the brown tops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yest n todae. eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think i have a bad habit laaa... cant stop shoppin.. die sure die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;like that cannot save money to buy digi mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;eh wait should i buy digi cam or new phone?? which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i miss clubbin~ like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tmr kin is goin..... n i cant go until next month. haiz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114596823627563469?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114596823627563469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114596823627563469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114596823627563469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114596823627563469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/04/zaggy-kin-me.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114564133944075000</id><published>2006-04-22T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:42:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Dance inside by All American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;im sooooo delighted! ahaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my blog is like finally done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yayness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i edit my foto myself.. i am proud for that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;got star star.. starry jules... n soo black. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyways end of 1st week of skool. i think i was pretty ok in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i did slack todae.heh the fac voice quite cute.. although she's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ok laa a lil onli. but she can be real annoyin.. keep on askin to pay attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;next week wat a pack schedule i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so much to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; i bought 3 pairs of shoes..!! yest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vouge orange heels&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;brown pams&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black heels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haiz... im a shopperholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but hey dun get me wrong i spent around 35 bucks onli for dem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;quite cheap rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;random hero blog is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nisa's tanks for puttin in the codes! luv u too bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;n ya.. i need to find how to insertt songs mann..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;changin for the better means worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114564133944075000?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114564133944075000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114564133944075000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114564133944075000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114564133944075000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/04/listening-to-dance-inside-by-all.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114536577009876238</id><published>2006-04-18T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:09:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Bittersweet symphony by Oasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bloggin for dear zag and wani.&lt;br /&gt;todae it was database module n boy, i hate it laa.&lt;br /&gt;i understand onli like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of it. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--_______--"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth. n plus im so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shagged to the core mann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;last sun worked for 14 hrs n i was having skool the next dae.&lt;br /&gt;mind u we finished at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how kin does it, she can sleep like a few hours onli and still be perky like alwaes.&lt;br /&gt;im already dead lar.&lt;br /&gt;And now that fareez has introduced &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;redbull,&lt;/span&gt; it kinda help a lil.&lt;br /&gt;energy drink.... rawks.&lt;br /&gt;being in my new class seems quite aight.. everyone is like bonded.&lt;br /&gt;but not me... haks no idea why... silly as it seems im already 19 n i cant bond.&lt;br /&gt;how dumb can i get.pretty much eh.&lt;br /&gt;my bro is gonna give me 200 bucks to help me buy an mp3.&lt;br /&gt;sounds nice rite? but dunno whether for real.&lt;br /&gt;probably he felt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; laa...&lt;br /&gt;cus i ask him to sell me his ipod shuffle (cus he got an ipod nano) den he say he want to use it.&lt;br /&gt;so ok lor... den a few daes later he told me he sold it to bryan, his gd fren.&lt;br /&gt;im like wat?!? den thats where he started being nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA STA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt; I WANNA GO STA...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;  but cant now. damn rp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;i wasnt lookin forward to skool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;n still isnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;hrrmmmm........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;wat is wrong wif me...... i wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ok im feelin hungry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;n oh ya todae my stomach growls like sooo many times cus i skipped lunch and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;hadnt had anythin for breakfast except redbull and small cracker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nisa u want emo songs try dashboard confessionals...nice .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no, SUPER nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114536577009876238?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114536577009876238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114536577009876238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114536577009876238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114536577009876238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/04/listening-to-bittersweet-symphony-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114441131793635386</id><published>2006-04-07T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:01:58.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: GEek In pink by Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest i went to butter factory wif kin to celebrate yadz b'dae.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty cool actually but there's one prob.&lt;br /&gt;we waited like close to an hour to get in the club.the tix havent arrived and it close to 12 actually.&lt;br /&gt;den by the tyme we dance , i can feel the tiredness of my leg.&lt;br /&gt;but den i couldnt careless about the tiredness cus i noe i wont be clubbin anytime soon..&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted to dance till im happy.. haks&lt;br /&gt;at first i was shy plus kin didnt wanna dance first..&lt;br /&gt;so i dance wif fareez n his frens&lt;br /&gt;so yeah got the groove later on.&lt;br /&gt;n started dancin more..&lt;br /&gt;they played kin's fav song -&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;loose control by LLCool J and J Lo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahks&lt;br /&gt;she was so hype when that song came out...&lt;br /&gt;she was high yest nite.&lt;br /&gt;it spook me a lil.&lt;br /&gt;Van, i saw Norris dere.&lt;br /&gt;i say hi but i doubt he remember me. haks&lt;br /&gt;Kin was happy to see someone dere.. eh&lt;br /&gt;she was smilin ear to ear that nite. =p&lt;br /&gt;i had fun, so much fun that i didnt want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n mum i dont go clubbin like every other week.stop sayin like i go everydae.&lt;br /&gt;u must be jokin to think i go like every week.i dun have the money..&lt;br /&gt;n i dun wish too.. i jus wish u let me have my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;im 19. n u still treat me as if im 16.&lt;br /&gt;please...&lt;br /&gt;i told u before that the party starts late n that we havent had the tix..&lt;br /&gt;i tot u would understand..&lt;br /&gt;but no u didnt.&lt;br /&gt;u still sae why come back so late. next tyme no more, after fetchin me.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;didnt i explain myself that clear?!?&lt;br /&gt;n now ur makin face to me cus of last nite.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah.. i needed that rite.&lt;br /&gt;my.. it's so hard to get thru to u.&lt;br /&gt;i have to endure rite.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for 21..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114441131793635386?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114441131793635386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114441131793635386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114441131793635386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114441131793635386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/04/listening-to-geek-in-pink-by-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114413152793869039</id><published>2006-04-04T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:18:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P4010053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P4010053.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              See..that i painted my self cus i was a lil bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3310034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3310034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         pris n i were at Home club, some cam-whorin session =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3310029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3310029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        my model for body paintin.. i painted her back &amp; her arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3310028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3310028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    angie's neck n arm ... i loike..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3310027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Listening to: See you by Saves the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE ARE THE PICTURES(above)...&lt;br /&gt;I BODY PAINT ANGIE'S BACK.&lt;br /&gt;I LOIKE N I THINK IT'S NICE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had fun that nite.. although we did not have much customers . but yeah.. it was indeed an experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks mr preman for lettin us come n enjoy ur party. i think the club is cosy. so arty-farty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like some of the art piece that was hung up. N this jap guy wif drecklocks is sooo cute.. pris thinks his cute too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so darn cute! ok anyways i tried whisky dry that nite n boy it is much nicer than lime vodka. haks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im no drinker, im just tastin. for social and experience wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eugene says that i paint well n i shud go to art skool. haks im flattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there were others too who praised about my work. i was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's nice to noe people appreciate my work. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wish we could do more.. of this body-paintin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;won't it be great if we are like well-know for our works??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think it sounds good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well dream on laa huh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway im kinda pack nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got things to do.im workin.like finally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but oh well i guess im growin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i wont be in any r/s anytime soon or probably never.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cus i dunno im an empty shell now that i've learnt whenever im on a date or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dun get what i use to get .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;butterflies in my stomach. i dun get that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;probably god has show me my path- be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well it's a good thing anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;much less stress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i miss laughin wif nisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nisa emo songs are nice.. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &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/8101236-114413152793869039?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114413152793869039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114413152793869039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114413152793869039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114413152793869039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/04/see.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114373972981527735</id><published>2006-03-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:28:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Sleeping to Dream by Jason MRaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;probably from the things that happened to me the past 2 daes.&lt;br /&gt;it's sickenin to think how much outside ppl can hate me.&lt;br /&gt;n wonder wat more for the ones that are close to me.. hate me even more?&lt;br /&gt;well thanks for tellin me off.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. like i needed to hear it from u.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks n hurt u noe.. the words u use are so hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;u didnt think it was, cus u didnt give a 2nd thot.&lt;br /&gt;u sae sorry n u cried but was it for real?&lt;br /&gt;were u sincere?&lt;br /&gt;thats the qn i will alwaes ask.&lt;br /&gt;u might find it a satisfaction that u got wat u wanted by shoutin at me thru the phone.&lt;br /&gt;im glad it did make u  happy or so.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for preachin about religious stuff and advices that u think is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;but i would never take into consideration in whatever u sae.&lt;br /&gt;cus i noe i never infuence him to be any bad kid.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i never did.&lt;br /&gt;i show him life not like u.&lt;br /&gt;u kept him in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;u sae stuff about me like im such an evil person n im not supposed to live in this world.&lt;br /&gt;u think wat i wear is horrendous, boy u got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it's called fashion.&lt;br /&gt; so wat u dun wear spaghetti stripes when u were younger or never go movies wif 2 person?&lt;br /&gt;I dun live in ur world n i swear i never wanted to noe about ur past.&lt;br /&gt;cus i wasnt interested at all.&lt;br /&gt;u hurt me .. well it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;im gettin over it.&lt;br /&gt; n u tell me i shud noe u well enuff??&lt;br /&gt;wth.. i merely work wif u for 2 months or so n we onli greet hi- bye.&lt;br /&gt;u expect me to noe u well enuff?!?&lt;br /&gt;given the chance i wouldnt want too.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;i told him before, if u really hate my guts that much.. i told him that the frenship shud end.&lt;br /&gt;he insist.&lt;br /&gt;n it's my fault??&lt;br /&gt;n u told me clearly that u wanted me to stay awae from him wen u were shoutin at me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;u ought to noe the truth before you called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably dunno how i feel for i think you couldnt careless that u hurt me real deep.&lt;br /&gt;well nvm. it will just be a scar n boy i will never forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114373972981527735?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114373972981527735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114373972981527735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114373972981527735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114373972981527735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/03/listening-to-sleeping-to-dream-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114335572501689441</id><published>2006-03-26T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:48:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JULIE&lt;/span&gt; N &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRIS &lt;/span&gt;@ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FASHIONABLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOUD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were on our way home...actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; shake.... me  n pris aftermath.. haks.-__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230216.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                     us wif sher... (e tattoo guy) he tall eh..he was one of e model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      i dunno why i like this pic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sallehin, me ,pris n shake =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       E gorgeous models ..the 1 wif curly hair looks like NAima seh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; PLACEBO performin wif green lights.. i loike!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;   the hands n 4 MTv stamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                       mysilhouette, us tryin hard to model for Dior or Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        Denise Keller.. isnt she gorgeous?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/P3230123.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/P3230123.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         ahhh.... US... gd ol pals...&lt;br /&gt;&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/8101236-114335572501689441?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114335572501689441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114335572501689441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114335572501689441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114335572501689441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/03/julie-n-pris-mtv-fashionably-loud-we.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114319284755534343</id><published>2006-03-24T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:34:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to :Nasty Girls by Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like this song.. the beat is nice keeps me groovin and the lyrics ahaks are meaningful to minahs..wakaka.ok im soo mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u nasty girls put some clothes on, i told ya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; dun walk out of ya house without ur clothes on, i told ya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; girl what ya thinkin bout lookin to down, i told ya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; These men dun want no hot females thats been around the block female, nasty gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u so N-A-S-T-Y, ur so F-R-E-A-K-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gurls where's ur P-R-I-D-E, put some clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i went to MTV Fashionably loud yest wif pris, shake n salleh. it was fun!! =p thanks missy prissy for invitin me.. =] gosh luv ya to bits!!! anyway we took photos wif denise keller,sher(e tattoo guy) n other models too. wah.. i was so amazed how pretty they are.. gosh.. compared to me..hahaks im like only 1/8 of their beauty. haks! so lame.. no wonder that explains how low my love life is goin. explains it all. sher has a band of his own n we are askin him to come perform for us... at rp. i think he's songs are nice.. simmilar to blink 182 but more cool la the lyrics.. interestin. i like actually. if ever they cut an album, i'll get it. i've asked the Derst whether they wanna perform at our skool but yeah.. we'll see how ya..they say they reply me tonite. i hope it's a yes. the more band perform the better. but dunno whether we can handle it. so hrm.. but it's amazing la this new CAPS goin about.. it gets me excited! iok ok im soo gonna be late i need to meet kin n zag.. plus need zag's help to scan my designs.. ugly designs.yucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&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/8101236-114319284755534343?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114319284755534343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114319284755534343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114319284755534343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114319284755534343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/03/listening-to-nasty-girls-by-destinys.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114285466665624868</id><published>2006-03-20T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:37:47.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Listening to: MOVE ALONG by all american reject&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this lyfe. jus soo irksome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do u noe that im soo naive?? so naive that i was blind to see the obvious?!? Or im jus being oblivious at the signs that was clearly spelled everywhere .But i'm being the usual stubborn self n  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not to see it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;.so dumb ok. i gave my all, n i was ready to walked thru the journey wif him but it came crashin down yest. but i guess the love i have for him was never meant to be was it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i was tryin to hard to make it perfect but i was kiddin myself rite... since when life is ever close to perfect?stop livin life like its a fairytale ju!! gosh im a sucker for stoopid fairytale... i told myself before that i wouldnt wanna believe in love and that i shud not take things seriously again not after fabian.BUT im doin again, believin that what me n him had was going to be good.  Only to find out that i sold myself to misery again. how crap can love get?? I know im not the only one sufferin this heartache, there's others too. but seriously u think so much about it, it makes no sense actually. we tend to give all that we can to show our affection n thinkin hard wat they truly feels...which i realli have no idea.n next thing ur parted.!!!?!!! so wats the point in gettin into a r/s that will cause us pain n joy. We sooo can prevent that. I shud do that ey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Prevent it rather than riskin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks zag n kin for todae's company. thanks for comfortin. u guys are great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n nisa n pris too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;im famished for misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114285466665624868?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114285466665624868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114285466665624868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114285466665624868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114285466665624868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/03/listening-to-move-along-by-all.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114192274711277049</id><published>2006-03-09T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:45:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Where'd you go by Fort Minor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i jus got home from town wif mum. She asked to meet after her work. N i bought myself a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;top!&lt;/span&gt; heh so nicey.its &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;beaded &lt;/span&gt;some more.. :* shall wear it one dae.. yippies!!* jumpin up n down* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we talked a lot todae.. about rei chalet n all.. den laugh laugh, disturb her n talked bout the past. ahahks so enjoyable. we even gossip about the real &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;niggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ahahks at KFC. oh my.. u shud have seen it mann. There were 4 of dem and they were soo eyeing on these 3 minahs who were sitting at the outdoor bench of the KFC.(Far East plaza) Before that my mum told me that they wanna get to noe the minahs. At first i didnt wanna believe her laa. So i keep quiet and den wa kao one of dem really go and talk to the minahs! ahahks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"oh my gawd!!"&lt;/span&gt; luckily the minahs are smart enough to not leave wif dem. Haiz if they leave wif the niggers, i dunno what to say mann. my mum say these niggers come here thinkin that they could get away with the minahs with a one night stand. Im like "ewww". But i think rite, quite true la wat she says. Go geylang laa next time.. stoopid niggers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nvm bout that. Yest dear asked me to his hip hop IG chalet and hahaks i enjoyed myself. i didnt noe wat to wear actually, but den i just settle for a long sleeve black top (a bit like imogen kinda look.) wif jeans. And den i got there and get to noe more of his frens... but was still shy.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stick to dear like glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaks dear sorri about pinchin u till ur t-shirt kinda a bit spoil. sowie ya.. didnt mean it.realli... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den after that dey go swimmin at the pool.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;dear got lots of muscles eh. nice nice heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; CA was farni.... n rei dear wah.. want me to go in the pool! pull me some more.. luckily i grab the table and my phone fall from it and haahks thats where dear stop pullin me and he went back into the pool without me. haahks boy i was glad that i wasnt wet at all... phew...!(btw my phone is still alive =]) den they play captain's ball and loss to the other team(outsider) and me n dear walked back to the chalet. dear bathe and i waited. while i wait, i listen to dear mp3. so many rock songs. heh... den got "where'd you go" the song so cool and we sing together some more. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i sang the chorus while he do the rappin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hahaks so enjoyable la =]. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he rap TWICE&lt;/span&gt;. =p=p=p=p his warmth is soo nice laa. hahks me want more can? den it was tyme to play game.. CA was the one in charge.. i didnt wanna play actually but was forced to. blah..  but i kinda had fun.We played charades,"no emotion" game, cheers n others. N sam got sabotage so bad. he was the cake u see... flour, egg,flour +egg, milk and glitter for shiny purpose? hahaks. Sam his drivin is hrm.. scary? he did a lot of driftin.. i onli noe ppl who does that in games rite? i was literally thrown to the other side of the seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N den me n dear haahks heated up some food as i was hungry and so is he.. he stirred, i stirred...turn by turn........ chef rei......... heh. CA cook the mee goreng, it was nice. me n dear ate n ate till our stomach content. N den me bargain wif mum to extend an hr n she let me.was supposed to get home at 11 but den bargain for 12. so like cinderella laa.-_-" i was glad so is rei dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den sam, dear send me home. =] thanks sam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every moment spent wif u, is a bliss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur warmth im still longin for...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114192274711277049?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114192274711277049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114192274711277049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114192274711277049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114192274711277049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/03/listening-to-whered-you-go-by-fort.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114179991254300348</id><published>2006-03-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:38:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Love Divine by seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the holis are here, and i find myself with nothing to do until mum offered me a job to stay home n clean the house... i didnt want to except that there's a catch to it. She's gonna give me like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a few hundred bucks&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the month if i pull thru..includin paint the walls white again, laundry n all.. more like cinderella chores.I see there's no bad side to it.. i mean it might sound tedious and all but yeah it's more of a challenge for me plus it is a plus point as in i noe how to handle my own house when im older in the near future.. n wats good is that i get a few bucks for this. what u guys think? is it like worth it?n yeah i finish paintin this long wall ... n i had to put 2 coats so that it is like white white and not orange(the then color) boy,it was tough. Although my fingers hurt, when  i look at it, i felt a lil proud.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; hey! i cant believe i just did that on my own&lt;/span&gt;. n todae, im paintin another wall and hahaks im wearin golves now that i learnt it's difficult to get rid of the paint spots on my hand yest. i had to like rubbed my hands hard cus i got the paint all over my hand(it splattered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got home and she got a bag for me. She didnt buy it exactly, she got free from her fren who's working in the make-up section.The bag is so classy and it's from Loreal or something.. And  my laptop fits nicely in it and yeah i'll be carrying it to school one day. Yest i sat down in front of my computer screen and edit my template of my blog for i thought i need a new skin. And yeah i make it emo cus i cant deny the fact that im pretty emo at tymes. I kinda like the new skin. i think. Nisa say it's nice and so does pris and rei dear. nisa was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'woah ju you edit it on ur own?'&lt;/span&gt;-- yeah i wasnt capable of doing it last time. but now yeah... im learnin it. n wat's new in my blog is that i can upload all my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;motion pictures&lt;/span&gt; which i've captured in the "breathe" section.( but i havent upload it yet..soon it'll be.) It's gonna be cool cus i can display my art photos in dere. and you guys are free to view it. i've include videos too but yeah it's laggin unless you're really bored and dun mind waitin for quite some time, your more than welcome to watch it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ever since mtv has introduced me "where'd you go" by fort minor, im SOOO stuck to that song. it's an emo song, sad and all but it's nice. I think i got a thing for emo kinda songs. It's about family issue and all. The lyrics are meaningful.... to me that is. And dear likes that song too. He likes FM. No.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he loves FM&lt;/span&gt;. haks. He rap for me that dae. ahhaks was shy at first when i asked him to. He rap that song for me. Baby ur rappin is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dun be shy to do it again.. ya? N yeah i let him listen to my song.. the one i composed last year. The tittle is"see through" and i think he likes it. Well.. the words are true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cus i need love, love's divine .. please forgive me now i see that i've been blind.. give me love, love is what i need to know my name...love can help me know my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8101236-114179991254300348?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114179991254300348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114179991254300348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114179991254300348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114179991254300348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/03/listening-to-love-divine-by-seal-so.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114129624328452193</id><published>2006-03-02T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:44:03.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Jack's Mannequin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes i just wonder what i want in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;whether i want this or that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and if i dun have this and have that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;would it make a difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been to this job interview.. n it seems like as though im gettin it but i'll never noe whether im really gonna get it.. *skeptic* hopin n wishin i would get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;cus i really need the dough to satisfy my needs.. there's so many things on my list that i want to buy and of course i could not alwaes depend on my parents for it. It isnt fair. They've already support me so much, transportation and all.. i think im really thankful to have them in my life. And holis is like onli next week! n i realli want a job!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;1st yr is like ending... left with onli a dae .. N tmr the skool's having dunno wat party.. n pris wants me to go.. so i ask zag along n im happi that she's comin.=] miss u gurl~ n rei dear is performin. &gt; im lookin forward dear.. dun worri everythin will be fine ya. cheers! i'll support u...  n ya i miss u too. .. i'll never get enough of ur warmth dear.. (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;clubbin has been my favourite choice of escapin- my stressful life. but i think im gonna cut on that. I think i need some time to find myself first before enjoyin it again. Im sorry that i have turned u down twice kin.. i dunno i jus dun feel like clubbin anytime soon... n plus im broke. N my mum thinks i shud stop too. Haiz.. hope u understand la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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/8101236-114129624328452193?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114129624328452193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114129624328452193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114129624328452193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114129624328452193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/03/listening-to-jacks-mannequin-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114102641750111693</id><published>2006-02-27T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:46:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: ku katakan dengan indah by peter pan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todae we are having culture... n boy its about urban legend.. we were ghostbusters for once. i may sae the experience its kinda adventurous. I find myself wantin to noe more about the dark side. Im not sure why though. Anyway we went to blk A and yes we explore IT. The 2nd level is where it all started actualli. I walked up first and lead the wae( i did recite some prayers before proceeding). Once we got to the 2nd level, we turn right and yes we walked through the narrow and eerie corridor. Towards the band room. It 's freaky. Brenda and Cheryl had the digis ready. They were snappin thru empty room and videoing the whole place and our journey. Brenda took a relfection of herself and luckily there's nothing when we look back in the digi. But as we were walking towards the staircase, Hanis grabbed hold of my hand and i could see Wani's face changin. I knew somethin is amidst. She asked us to leave in a hurry. So we did. Wani can see stuff and i believe she saw something. Plus i felt the atmosphere there, it was chilly, like as though there's aircon but it couldnt possibly be.. cus the room is empty and its a school day. It 's not after school or so where there's actually people usin the room. So yeah.. wani was cryin wen we were once outside blk A. She sat down and cried and told us she saw a figure standin at one of the door just watchin us.When I heard that, i tell u i was freaked out a lil. And then brenda show us the photo that she took in the room and yes it was a figure. A figure that suits Wani description. Wani didnt wanna go back in Blk A, so we continued without her.Then we explored the level 1 where we went thru the curvy turny narrow aisle which will lead us to the danceroom. Boy it was quiet and yes we video it. The whole time. N we heard stuff... after cheryl transfer it into her lappy after the whole hunting. We could actually hear in the background besides Hanis and Carmeni talking. There was actually a mass of voices sayin "i need help". It is not onli me who hears it. Hanis, Carmeni, Cheryl, Brenda, Pris heard the same thing. The video showed nothing but if u listen carefully u could hear it. And then we went to blk J, the back of, it where the gate is lock but we found a way to get pass by the gate by climbin thru a window in nisa's class.( e empty one) Too bad the room that we wanted to get in was locked. Plus the locks were brand new. And guess what, banana trees were beside the room. Im sure there's somethin dere but im glad we were jus fine. So we went back thru the window and went back to class. And the photo that we saw in the digi cam that has the figure, it couldnt be seen in the laptop. I guess the moment is just there. It's not meant to be seen in the laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yest, dear asked me to the dance work at marina and it was so fun! i had fun wif him and his frens... or crew. heh n CA crew made it to the finals!!Congrats man. his team dance very smooth and cool.they soo deserve it. his gf pretty.den i tell u got this team rite... all the cute kids dance like pro mann. im so amazed actualli. damn style laa.. n dey won first place.. hahaks dear  like asked me to dance.. n he sae he wants to teach me.. but hahaks dun want.. shy sia. anyways we went to eat at ljs for lunch. for me n dear.. is like to late for lunch cus we didnt had breakfast at all.. n we couldnt finished our food too! hahaks den he was being very notty. wanna take my picture ... so baddy bad. pinch him lots of tyme which i enjoyed it. heh. he asked for it... =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some more say its ticklish wen i could see his face like changin..  givin me the "ouch-that-hurts" kinda look.hahaks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoyed it laa so muchens.. disturb me some more.. n den i need to go my aunt house, n he send me to city hall mrt station and yeah we parted. We hugged. heh. miss his warmth..... still do =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luv ya dear... muchens!!~&lt;/strong&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/8101236-114102641750111693?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114102641750111693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114102641750111693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114102641750111693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114102641750111693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-ku-katakan-dengan-indah.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114086623203183030</id><published>2006-02-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:17:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NISA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dun spread.. can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sowie sowie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pleasessssssssssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my pinch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nisa i pinch standart one u noe...it is u who cannot tahan the pain . hahhaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;n dear ur sooo gonna get it laa..&lt;/span&gt; for rubbin in... =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114086623203183030?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114086623203183030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114086623203183030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114086623203183030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114086623203183030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/nisa-dun-spread.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114048772351131229</id><published>2006-02-21T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:08:43.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Baby it's you by Jojo feat bow wow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=] u make me smile even wen im down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u give me warmth when i needed it the most..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u took notice.. when i go unnoticed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it might seem so soon n all... but wat i feel it's jus right n i noe it might work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will.. not might.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cus i'll take ur hand dear n walk down with u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the aisle where love are spelled all over..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll stroll through the endless rainbow..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the journey has jus begun..(",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dear dan, im not mad at u anymore.. we humans make mistakes and i jus tot i wanted to point it out cus i couldnt handle it. i hope u understand n i dun want our frenship to end jus like that. Cus i noe for sure i dun wanna lose u big bro.. i need my emotional pillar, i need ur humour to inject my boring life, i need ur loud-n farni laughter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nisa... i noe u're goin thru a phase in life which noone wish to.. but i pray n hope things will get better 4 u. i noe it's veri tough n it jus make u think how life sucks n all.. but it doesnt stop there gurl, we go through shitstuff to make us a better person. To remind us not to make the same mistakes like what they have done in our future. And there are others who needs u .. like me? heh . sing ur thoughs nisa.. dun keep them. im here 4 u ok..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for my life... i think i'll take it day by day . i'll enjoy every minute that i can.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.mimpi yang sempurna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&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/8101236-114048772351131229?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114048772351131229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114048772351131229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114048772351131229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114048772351131229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-baby-its-you-by-jojo-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114042297531045279</id><published>2006-02-20T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:09:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i at fault?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Honest Mistakes by the Bravery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats wrong? with me wearing a normal yellow bra with a sleveeless white top which is not revealin at all.. it's better than wearin a black bra rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and yet i have ppl comin up to me and saying wah... n the blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey for ur info rite, im not wearin any skimpy clothes like those prostitutes u find at the streets of geylang. please stop it.. i had enough for today all right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give me a break... gosh. i noe wat im wearin.... i read magazines and update myself with the fashion trends ok?haiz.... i should get hold of myself.. i noe my limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114042297531045279?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114042297531045279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114042297531045279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114042297531045279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114042297531045279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-i-at-fault_20.html' title='am i at fault?'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-114042246743571743</id><published>2006-02-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:01:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i at fault?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-114042246743571743?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/114042246743571743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=114042246743571743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114042246743571743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/114042246743571743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-i-at-fault.html' title='am i at fault?'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113999309895092680</id><published>2006-02-15T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:44:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/u%20guys%20rawk!%20hapi%20v"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/u%20guys%20rawk%21%20hapi%20v%27dae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/me%20n%20dear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/me%20n%20dear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/late%20v.dae..sowie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/late%20v.dae..sowie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i did this for my frens and my dear.. for V'dae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n rei got me a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt; n he surprise me... hhaks in the morning. so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n he got me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;chocs&lt;/span&gt; too. =] i put the rose beside my bed.heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n yes im lookin forward to sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boy v'dae rawks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;van gave me &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;chocs&lt;/span&gt; too.. woo hoo n a cute &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lady bug clip&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n nisa bake her all tyme &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt; which is so crunchy n nicey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pris gave me a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cd &lt;/span&gt;full of love songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n azfar got me a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bottle&lt;/span&gt; wif a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;green flower&lt;/span&gt; in it. Thanks ma fren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;calendar&lt;/span&gt; is sooo cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113999309895092680?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113999309895092680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113999309895092680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113999309895092680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113999309895092680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-hide-and-seek-by-imogen.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113980990696478395</id><published>2006-02-13T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:51:47.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the people blogging is actually what they really potray?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel it is to a certain extent. People blog because they feel that they want to share their joyous moments,anger, events and other occasions. I think it is the "in" thing these days to have a blog because everyone is having it and doing it by blogging about thier lives.Bloggers would love to have comments about their entries or the pictures they posed. It just gives them pleasures and boost their confidence. They get to let out their inner upmost true feelings in their blog.Be it about love, hatred, sadness and other emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But sometimes some bloggers just want attention and fame by blogging about someone which they are not-HIDING THIER IDENTITY. This is dangerous to other readers as people can be naive and believe them. It might also influence other bloggers that it is all right to be someone your not and blog about it. And it does lead other bloggers who wants to fit in becoming a popular blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what i know is that some bloggers are very political as they can blog about the world, politicians and others. To think of accepting whether one's blog potray the person itself depends on how we want to accept it. People have different perspectives and yes, some might agree and some might disagree..So it's really up to us to perceive it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113980990696478395?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113980990696478395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113980990696478395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113980990696478395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113980990696478395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-people-blogging-is-actually-what.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113974547065233666</id><published>2006-02-12T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:57:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to: O by Omarion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last fridae, our skool had an event at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;chinablack&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt; n of course i was excited for it! i wanted to go cus i wanna see the ambience and take note if the place is worth comin back to in the future... n boy i luv the place.. haks azfar, my good fren.. it is he's first tyme experiencin clubbin..so i ask him to tag along.. jus for the experience and if he doesnt like it.. he can totally not go clubbin anymore.. n also ( i wanted to see how he dance) haks.. evil me.. but den he's not bad on the dancefloor. not bad for first tymer.. i salute u mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N sooo.. i didnt go wif pris n sharin cus they didnt wanna go the last min but its aight.. azfar frens bought their tixs. So we went there n the door was not open yet. ouh yeah went to meet up wif farn... for awhile at mc'cafe..hahaks.. wan (azfar best fren).. was funny n tanks for takin care of me n my purse ya..=] N so yeah they had performance from outside.. doing beatbox, breakdancin plus there were this competition goin on so they had a stage and we cudnt dance yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Van dear was complainin that she wants to dance n not watch some performance..hahaks she was gorgeous that nite.=] so chic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. he was dere n i was very happy.haks. So yeah we talked.. n watch the performance together. Den i went to get a drink n join my frens den rei joined his frens. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Dumdidum*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. the stage was cleared and the dancefloor was empty and so we went to the dancefloor n they start dancin.. den van dear ask me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dance wif rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!! i was nervous like hell.. i tell u. i almost wanan run awae..hahks  i pulled her arms cus she was shoutin his name and ask him to dance wif me.. n den.. rei ask me to dance.. wif his hand reachin out to me.. hahaks so cool la.heh so i grabbed his hand and dance.. i was still shy( i bite my fingernails..?) n i think i dance quite retarded when we first started dancing. but den it got better... then the song leanback was nice to dance too.. heh we did the action too. His warmth was jus soo wonderful hahaks.. we dance for quite awhile and den he had to go.. it was magical.. n &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tanks van&lt;/span&gt; if it werent for u i think we wont be having the magical moment together. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N so.. i dance wif my frens after that... azfar was so groovin to the music.. it really look like he was having fun.. im glad he did. (",) N i was dancin wif him den this 2 guys who were dancin on a table pulled azfar up.. n den they ask me to come up.. i didnt want to though.. wan too ask me to go up.. haiz.. so i jus went up n dance.. it wasnt long anyway.. went back down.. dance there.. den i met my primary skool fren, boy he grew taller n yeah he's lookin good( he's name is Alvin). he was shocked that i knew his name.. hahaks so yeah i continued dancin... we dance till 2.30am.. yeah it was pretty late n my legs were damn tired. realli. my bro fetch us home.. tanks bro.. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n so yeah got home,clean up n straight to bed. damn tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wen we dance.. it felt like there's only 2 of us dancin..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n i had butterflies in my stomach =]..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was jus mesmerizing..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E warmth .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e touch .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e grooves .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...u swept my feet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113974547065233666?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113974547065233666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113974547065233666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113974547065233666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113974547065233666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-o-by-omarion-last-fridae.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113953888790164125</id><published>2006-02-10T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:38:48.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: MImpi yang Sempurna by Peterpan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well.. what i have been feelin lately and been through is really not the life i want at all.I had the test yest and boy i am so frustrated at myself that my parents actualli gave me time to cool off and they didnt bug me untill i was back to pieces again.I was shattered, shattered like broken glasses.I cried so much... not because i was sad, i cried because i was angry at myself for making stoopid mistakes and being careless. damn.. how i hated myself. My bro was the one who i felt that really got myself back together after i receive a msg from him. Thank u bro. And partly i cried because i actually didnt want to let my parents down and yeah i guess i did. It sucks mann the feelin.. realli. haiz... i tot i was prepared. before the test y mum n i had an argument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;N yes i feel stoopid, there's so many things happening.. n i dunnolaaah .aaargh!! sucks mann.then the damn vb UT another one. wa lao ehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;vanny dear.. she has helped me with the templates in my blog.. thank u gerl. u make it greenier. i like.. no no..i luv it actually. =] thanks for takin the tyme n doin it..i realli appreciate it.=p ur a savior . n yeah whenever we hang out... ur a realli great company!! luv u gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think i need pc to cheer me up... i did miss u ya.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;thanks for that nice song.. i think im hook on it.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i ask the stars about us....***&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/8101236-113953888790164125?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113953888790164125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113953888790164125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113953888790164125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113953888790164125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-mimpi-yang-sempurna-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113923748000309694</id><published>2006-02-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:51:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to:Dance with ME by the Sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna wish rei a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;. advance that is.. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may u have a fun dae tmr and keep smilin as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is alwaes shinin on u.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought u a lil somethin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well hope u like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u might think its too much but i think it's rather quite aight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i just got to noe u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;it realli has been nice and warnth chattin wif u online..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;glad we did. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;secret garden awaits u ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thurs is a real stressful dae. i hope everythin will turn out well..but who am i to judge it eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i can do is hope n pray for the best of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113923748000309694?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113923748000309694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113923748000309694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113923748000309694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113923748000309694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-todance-with-me-by-sounds-i.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113915159489900292</id><published>2006-02-05T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:59:55.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Soldiers by Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im not mad at u.. im jus sad that im that kind u think wen all i wanna do is to make u guys smile.&lt;br /&gt;i noe it shud sounds farni.. but i read again n again n it didnt make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i try not to get upset... n ur not vulgar.. it jus that i didnt tot that i have potray myself that bad to actually have someone say that. i dunno.. probably im jus sensitive.. im sorrry.. u shudnt have edit it.ppl sae im lame n all.. am i really? i try not to be.. but it seems that whatever i do.. i am.&lt;br /&gt; probably i shud accept the fact n not the fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best fren.. she's hrm.. i wanna talk to u so badly.. please do meet me soon. ya.. i wanna give u a hug n tell u everythin is aight.. n that life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"prince charmin.. im hopin n wishin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8101236-113915159489900292?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113915159489900292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113915159489900292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113915159489900292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113915159489900292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-soldiers-by-destinys.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113899136205618016</id><published>2006-02-04T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:29:22.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Listening to: My Cinderella by Lil Romeo featurin Nick Cannon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;here's more pictures from my gram's b'dae and CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;before i proceed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;charmer it was fun todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;tanks for the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i noe u better after some chatterins. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i hope i wasnt a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;u were great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;we watch the "pink" ppl do cheers.. n it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;e word they say was rock. haks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;n yes.. i am fallin for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;e words in ur blog are wonderful n sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i was pleased. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My gram's b'dae, we clebrate at Pondok Gurame in East Coast Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/MA%20CUSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mycuzzin on maternal side. Jacinta, Julie , Kah min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/i%20think%20she%20looks%20pweety.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/i%20think%20she%20looks%20pweety.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Before wego, me n jacinta kinda took snapshots of ourselves..haks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/us%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/us%20again.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; see... we took again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/me%20n%20jacinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/me%20n%20jacinta.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I think she's pretty.. my cuzz i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/ANOTHER%20SHOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/ANOTHER%20SHOT.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gram's (b'dae lady) n me. .. i look spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/AT%20LEAST%20HE%20GIVE%20ME%20A%20SMILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/AT%20LEAST%20HE%20GIVE%20ME%20A%20SMILE.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; the siblings... on CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/me%20n%20bro%20CNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/me%20n%20bro%20CNY.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lucky he didnt give me any funny faces.. took loads of tyme to get it rite.-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8101236-113899136205618016?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113899136205618016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113899136205618016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113899136205618016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113899136205618016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-my-cinderella-by-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113888298641652512</id><published>2006-02-02T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:23:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to: One more Moment by ronin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/the%20guys%20bought%20for%20me%20this%20flower..%20so%20sweet..0.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is wat my close guy frens gave me.. so sweet rite along wif the swensen cake..heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/my%20b%27dae%20cake%20box.1.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my b'dae cookie box! thanks mum =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/ma%20b%27dae%20cookie.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta daa... my b;dae cookie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/george%20did%20this%20for%20my%20b%27dae.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;George- the artsy guy did this for my b'dae. heh boy im glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/greeny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eeshaun did this too.. heh so nice rite.. his name is boogy- woogy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUt pris calls him Greeny. =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Picture0087.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pris n my hand.. Meet orangy and Greeny.. i think eeshaun is so cool la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tanks a lot ya!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/on%20ma%20b%27dae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me n grams on my b'dae at CK tang.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/me%20n%20my%20mum.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;me n mum.. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i noe im a bit late in updatin my b'dae pics but oh well.. enjoy it .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i couldnt find someone who can help me transfer so yeah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113888298641652512?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113888298641652512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113888298641652512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113888298641652512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113888298641652512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/02/listening-to-one-more-moment-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113855777646980382</id><published>2006-01-30T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:02:56.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Cant be w/o you by MAry J Blige&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think im fallin for u as each day passed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u make me smile..a smile that i tot i never could put it back on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.. u make my worries dissapear qwn i talk to u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u sure noe how to perk me up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ur a charmer.. n i think i wanna meet u at the end of the rainbow.=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i enjoyed myself so muchens todae. Because everyone came to grams house to have dinner.my stomach is still full!! Grams cook prawns, squid,chicken and vegetables( i mean separate dish for each la). She sure did cook a lot..haks.. i get hangbaos!! ehek. quite happy though cus i noe i wont be broke now. N i wore cheongsum.i think i look nice.hahaks i noe, i noe self-praise but it wont kill rite to sae somethin that makes me happy? besides my aunt saes it's nice.. BUT i had a difficult time to sit. Cus the slit was a lil high. Had to watch every move. den my irritatin bro wont smile for the camera again. he keeps givein me retarded looks even though how many times i bug him to smile..i upload it soon. N den we went to my grams aunt house whom we call her " e ee" yes it might sounds weird to u but ya.. we call her that. N boy she doesnt recognise us.. my cousins, me n my bro. hahaks n she's cute. she's 82 n still goin strong.heh. glad to meet her. =] n we spent some tyme dere... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my skool's havin a party at chinablack n i soooo wanna go! i hope u go (charmer). =] n i think i find it farni that azfar is goin. i mean its veri weird but at the same time i find it interestin.. cus i wanna see how he dance. heh. I jus tot he could go for the experience.. i mean like for this one time.N dun go anymore if he finds it inappropriate. i guide u if u need help my fren ..heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was nice to noe u tot of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;n u wrote my name on the sand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think i'll be smilin for awhile knowin that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~MU~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113855777646980382?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113855777646980382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113855777646980382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113855777646980382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113855777646980382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-cant-be-wo-you-by-mary-j.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113824564214484910</id><published>2006-01-26T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:20:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Talk to Me by keri Noble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I must stop myself from msn-ing him. I should.. no i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's funny how u hope so much.. and yet it doesnt happen to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u wish he ask u stuff that makes u excited inside. but no it wont. why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm clueless.. really. u wanna work it out but there's alwaes that somethin that stop. can u help me stop that somethin so that it can work?oh boy. im crappin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aaargh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleuk!! give up !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113824564214484910?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113824564214484910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113824564214484910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113824564214484910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113824564214484910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-talk-to-me-by-keri-noble.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113798932324357936</id><published>2006-01-23T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:08:43.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;seri n fil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kin dear, me, beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ju smile, seri shy, beat say bleuk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kin , kahar n me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wat a funny shot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;say..... "ha"!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so wat ya say?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/2006_01170008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/2006_01170008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;see beat's wearin a tube dun assume she's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MOS toilet.. so kewl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PICs from MOS... heh got more.. later update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113798932324357936?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113798932324357936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113798932324357936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113798932324357936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113798932324357936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/seri-n-fil-kin-dear-me-beat-ju-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113798538242621723</id><published>2006-01-23T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:03:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Southside by Llyod featuring Ashanti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey... i went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sentosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yest wif dear kin to support nailul. He made it through the semi-finals for soccer and he wants me dere. haks im actualli touched. I tot i couldnt go cus i went out wif zag the dae before to get her bf b'dae gift.roy is a nice guy. N so i try my luck askin my mum and surprisingly she let me! heh i was happi actually. i miss sentosa n kinda wanted to see nailul too. heh. so met kin at pasir ris mrt and ya she's late. it is so unlike her cus everytime im the one who's late alwaes.haks so we make our way there n in the train there's this cute lil' baby!! so adorable i tell u. he gives u a smile n boy it's a cheeky one. haks blonde hair,big eyes, the small teeth and he's gear up in adidas shoes. plus he even hug my leg!! n play wif my beads and also kin's one. His mum is a chinese and his dad is caucasian. so cute!! =] anyways nailul n zack wait for us at harbourfront mrt n we went there straight. we didnt think that we'll be meetin their guy frens untill we reach the silosa beach.but den we met all of dem at the hawker centre before we took a bus to sentosa.-_-" there were like so many of their frens laa. me n kin were awkward but luckily i stick wif nailul n kin stick wif zack. n it was fine den on. i watch the first match they play n nailul score the first goal!!  hahaks im kinda proud of him.. hahahks n i shouted yahoo!! hahak n den they lost the next match n won again  and they got 3rd place nad nailu score again. this tyem he score wif a heading. haks. glad that he won at least i can see a smile on his face. N he say that&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he score the goals cus i was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...awww so sweet rite? i noe. haks anyway he got on stage on got his medal and yes im happy for him.=] cheers! me n kin check out the boats at N degree 15 and we were really amazed. it so reminded me of seth cohen and sailing. I mean it look like Orange County coast. N reminded me of an episode where they went Tijuana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then we,.... the four of us went to have dinner at Harbourfront shopping centre . It was aight and hahaks nailul and zack send us home!! they stay pretty far from us..  the other end of S'pore (west) n it's kinda nice of dem to do that. so yeah.. im smilin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nailul dress well yest. he played well. he smile sweetly. he's nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sooooooooooooooooo.................. hrm...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113798538242621723?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113798538242621723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113798538242621723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113798538242621723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113798538242621723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-southside-by-llyod.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113768319532204488</id><published>2006-01-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:38:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Topeng by PeterPan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy late b'dae to me!!! haahks lame-o sia i. anyway i enjoyed much much on my 19 th b'dae.heh. On the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sat(14th Jan)&lt;/span&gt; me,kin, seri,filza,beat n kahar went clubbin at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOS&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate my early b'dae . It was freakin fun la!! haks the club deco is definitely nice and stylish but i still prefer rouge as in the atmosphere and the music. MOS was crowded for the hip-hop room. it was freakin pack. I mean we dance like sardines i tell u. N yes dere were cute guys.. but sadly cute guys are either dancing with their girls or they are gay. Got this hrm veri cute guy.. n he dance with his only guy fren. im like... wat a waste. Den ya i left early like 1 .30am cus my parents wants to fetch me.. n btw that dae rp open house start too. i report early but i went off about 1 pm? to get ready to meet dem for MOS. haks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah the first day for open house i went up stage wif pris cus of the viva la republica.. =] i help her paint n so cool la get to go on stage. heh tanks pris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh yeah before we went to MOS we had dinner at seoul garden. it was coolness.fil,zag,kin ,beat n me had our stomachs to content! We ate a lot..at least i did. heh n zag was clumsy that day.. keep droppin chopstick either that or fork or somethin hahaks. farni la she. N den openin prezzies tyme..!! i got so much cute stuff..tanks kin n zag.(kin gave my christmas present too) i think she spent a bomb or somethin. seriously mann.. anyways i luv her to bitss.. met her yest to shop for her shoes.. it was nice seeing u kin dear. =] thanks pris for givin me the chance to perm my hair for free.. heh. n tanks a lot for accompanyin me yest. really i appreciate our frenship so muchens. ok too emo rite.. but den who cares..hhahaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And den yeah on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sundae(15 Jan)&lt;/span&gt; i went to the open house and help the art booth. Yes i had fun over there at the new woodlands campus. did some paintin. And den graffiti also. haks so fun but my design not nice laa. like usual. so yeah we roam around the campus lots of tyme. Me n pris that is. She played the game.. reaction one. wa lao she damn gd lor can score 97.. if i try i think i probably score around 40++. -__-" haks my reaction slow ma. n den i was amazed at the magic trick. Jonathan is gd la at magic.. so is matthew. I think they are sneaky... like wat eeshaun like to say. Haahks yeah about eeshaun i think he's a fun, funny and cute fac which me n pris would regard him as a big brother. he is so cool that we can talk anythin under the sun with him. but yeah he get high wen he see hot babes danicin.. n he does the cheeky giggle or laugh.n ya he does nice, cute cartoonish designs... visit he's website at &lt;a href="http://www.eeshaun.com"&gt;www.eeshaun.com&lt;/a&gt;. u'll be amazed at his pieces. it is all designed by him. i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after open house pris,van,sharin,dan n yanni had dinner and yeah we ate at pastamania.i drank soup. The M soup.. hahaks that was farni.. mann. n im happi u guys were there. but sadly nisa wasnt dere.... but it's ok. ya. thanks for the prezzies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah on my b'dae &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(16 Jan)&lt;/span&gt;it self i went to help the art booth again and it was fun yet again. i did face paint for RP peeps like butterflies and all. Im kinda proud i can do that haahaks. actually i was nervous wen they ask to draw it e first tyme. i tot it would be ugly but den it turns out fine&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.*THANKS EVERYONE FOR GIVING ME WELL WISHES FOR MY B'DAE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it means so much to me.. ok i continue den i had to meet my grandma at town around 6 plus and den my mum to have dinner.. Hahahks had pastamania again while they ate rice. it was fun.. she bought for me mrs field cookie for my b'dae with decorations. I soo luv it laa plus it's cute. heh n den we walked around taka n all... den head home cus we wanna catch project runaway. hahaks n den i got a call from fye hahaks so weird rite? i noe he call sain that he will come over my place to give me something.. hahaks im surprised. so yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after watchin the show, they still havent come . im like ok.. so they came round 11 30 ++ and hahaks so sweet la they all.they call me n ask me to go out of my house with a fork and see what is outside. i was hahks excited actually. n den when i step out, there was a bouquet of flowers and a swensen ice cream cake. N den they shouted from upstairs singin happy b'dae song while goin down the stairs. im soo touched i tell u. haiz..i'll remember it guys=]. n den it was tues ..i went for art again.. and yeah.. wat happened? i couldnt remember actually. oh yeah i went home i think n yeah pris paint for me a board. tanks ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah my 19 b'dae rawks.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n yesh im sleepin mith mr bean bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=]=]=]=]=]=]=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n i won Miss SIT. still can't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems like a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113768319532204488?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113768319532204488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113768319532204488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113768319532204488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113768319532204488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-topeng-by-peterpanhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113704360555371654</id><published>2006-01-12T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:26:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: let me go by 3 doors down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tis mornin right.. my parents send me to skool (cus it was rainin , mr rain could u stop please?)  together wif azfar n umar. N den my mum out of the blue sae.. "ju i want to transfer u to NAFA." i was pretty shocked. im like hello? im in RP already n i wasted 6 mths dere n now she sayin tis?!? i replied her&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the fees are so x la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;i know i have a passion for art n especially paintin. i cant deny it. i really do love paintin. but NAFA is not onli about paintin.. thats the reason la. wat if i suck at other art stuff?? thats one of the reason for me. n den she go tellin it to my dad!! i told her that on the 18 of Jan rite.. the skool is gonna do a briefin about my course.. n she said about NAFA again. die sia i.. i dunno wat to do now.. part of me feel like NAFA sounds nice n i would luv to skool dere but can i cope? n the fees are terrible. she doesnt realise that i think of dem. on how much they would spent if i go NAFA. it will cost a bomb definitely. i dun want to be a burden u noe.  thats y im in rp. n my another tot wereto...rp is not bad.. i get to do 2 stuff in my 3 yrs here.. i get to learn business application stuff and also art. so how now? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;where do i go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told my frens in rp.. n dey laugh..cus i told dem that my mum wants me to be an art teacher... probably they &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; im not cut up yet.i guess so.but sharin say go for it if got the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; kin will be so glad if i went to NAFA and scold me at the same time for wastin 6 mths in rp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113704360555371654?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113704360555371654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113704360555371654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113704360555371654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113704360555371654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-let-me-go-by-3-doors-down.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113682775657950289</id><published>2006-01-10T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:29:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Brothers on a Hotel Bed by Death cab for cutie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i add a lil more..  i want &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death cab for cutie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transatlanticism album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and of course not forgetting the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OC mix 1 or 2 CD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a must. i think i shud be realistic. I know bikini is not a cheap thing so i might have to scrap that out of my list. Plus the jeans.. kinda talk to my parents bout it.. they are buyin. i hope soo.. better be. But the rest still remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well kinda help pris wif the paintin todae after skool, it was fun. I mean we actually finish paintin it. *david hee... its true he's hot~ which girl wouldn't agree? Besides pretend it is a paradise eventhough how far fetch it seems to be but it doesnt kill to dream a lil right? Do u noe that this tai chee guy i saw todae was cute but of course my face is just a passing remark, nothin special.. so i guess it's just another dae of heart sinking moment for awhile huh... Besides im cool wif it. i mean wats new rite? N oh ya... i did the sticker thingy while pris was touchin up her gorgeous masterpiece. i think its really stylo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY B"DAE NAILUL!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it was supposed to be on the 9th of Jan) i guess im 1 hr n how many minutes late.but i did wish him this mornin. sowie i couldnt meet u todae together wif zack n kin.. as i had to help pris finish paintin . Smile my fren.. for ur 18 now where the legal sign is urs. my eyes are closin in.. gotta go nites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To buk (if u ever read)---&gt; Seth Cohen is still better than ryan! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;who agree please tag n support&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/8101236-113682775657950289?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113682775657950289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113682775657950289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113682775657950289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113682775657950289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-brothers-on-hotel-bed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113651545507671390</id><published>2006-01-06T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:59:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: A Lack Of Colour by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Cab for Cuties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* hints to zag..heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i know what i really want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OC mix CDs 1 or 2&lt;/span&gt; (or maybe both) heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Levis jeans&lt;/span&gt;. (Marissa cut)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Dinner at Pastamania&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Probably &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a new phone&lt;/span&gt; heh. im askin for too much but who cares.anyway my hp plan is dyin soon.so why not pampered a lil more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- i want my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;..wif me. =] as in long frenship la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think thats it.. if i have more i update it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Addin in!!! hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want a roxy wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i guess it's high time to use one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a dress&lt;/span&gt;. from marina square. (one of the shop).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a bikini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n can i meet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113651545507671390?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113651545507671390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113651545507671390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113651545507671390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113651545507671390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-lack-of-colour-bydeath.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113633893493101048</id><published>2006-01-04T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:42:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/seri%20n%20jules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/seri%20n%20jules.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; fun seri   n    julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/how%20cute%20they%20are..they%20are%20frendly%20too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/how%20cute%20they%20are..they%20are%20frendly%20too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seri's fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/i%20look%20like%20heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/i%20look%20like%20heidi.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;julie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kin...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( we switch coats..) heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;psst: i tink i look like heidi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/i%20like%20this%20pic%20.%20heh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/i%20like%20this%20pic%20.%20heh.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;kin &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; jules &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;seri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to: Telescope eyes by Eisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;more pics to come... heh&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/8101236-113633893493101048?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113633893493101048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113633893493101048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113633893493101048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113633893493101048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures.html' title='pictures.'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113619473138026577</id><published>2006-01-02T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:34:54.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Over n over by Nelly n tim Mcgraw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy new year everyone...!!&lt;/span&gt; =] it's aight nisa.. haks i did enjoyed myself at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Rouge&lt;/span&gt; wif &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;seri frens n kin kin cat&lt;/span&gt;. It was sure a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;blast &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually that club it's only meant for ppl who's 21 yrs n above but we managed to get in heh. tanks to seri's fren. At first we went to &lt;em&gt;MOS&lt;/em&gt; but den u shud have seen the queue it was freakin long n den we did somethin. we were like nearing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;door already and we were packed like sardine n i mean seriously. some even fainted. We left the queue which results to : wasted 1 hr n how many mins dere. N den we stress cus we really wanted to celebrate new year's at a place where we'll be enjoying the ambience together wif our frens and not at any roadside. We were already dressed up for it and not celebratin new year's at a club it's so ruin la. so we tried our luck at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Finally we did managed to go in before the clock struck midnight and yeah it was nice the atmosphere. there were some dancers (e club dancers) who dress up like mike myer era- in the movie "Austin Power". it was funny. N den dere's was like countdown.hahks wen it was finally 12a.m we hugged one another and wish each other =] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"...&lt;/span&gt; i was really happy. plus there were balloons all over n the sprayin thingy all over us. n oh ya! dere were foams too. heh n after that the dance floor was filled wif people. seri fren, a guy actually asked me to dance wif him but hahaks i turn him down cus i was shy. i mean we havent started dancin yet n he already ask me. so after a few mins i kinda get the groove of the music and yeah i was dancin to the songs. haahks i wasnt shy at all. n boy ....im glad that i totally enjoyed myself. even kinkin cat was having so much fun. they played hip hop, RnB n others. oh ya.. the locker guy was soo cute..he's chinese! even kin agree.hahks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways.. we were hungry so me,kin n seri went to mac at centerpoint n yeah had some fries n coke.seri spend us.tanks dear. n u noe wat was pretty surprisin for me? these bangladesh men can spray us!?!! idiot rite? walk walk rite den dey spray..like wth. nothin better to do. but of course we did scold dem. haks n den we went back to the club but before that.. we kinda hang around at the backlane n they drink but i didnt. i can see lots of people are like wasted. they were totally drunk. but yeah.. so we headed to the dancefloor again n dance for awhile till a band took over the stage and they so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;ROCK!!!&lt;/span&gt; like seri say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"they rock my sock!!!"&lt;/span&gt; heh they played songs from U2, dashboard confesional, jon bon jovi, guns n roses n more.. i was jumpin up n down. wen they played guns nroses n den sing along wen vindicated came along. it was so nice laaa. n another of seri's fren was like disturbin me most of the tyme. askin me stuff...farni sia that guy. but he didnt dance much..not sure y though. anyways...... we were like swaying together n singin... n the lead singer was so hot la. some more got six packs (he open he's shirt) haahks. n u could hear seri scream. not like despo scream but jus scream. den after the performance, the music resume but to a different tune- techno. but hahaks i danced anyway. n den me n kin were dancing ... this guy came up to us wif a jar n ask us.. "u want some?" who the hell would drink from a stranger jar?!? wat was he thinkin? probably he was high i guess... n of course we shook our head n smile to be polite n continued dancin. n he kinda dance beside us n den behind me..-_-" but little did he know while he was dancin, seri secretly took a shot of him. hahaks that was farni. it was already 4 plus a.m and can u believe we were dacin the whole nite? ahahks madness i noe. it was about 4.30 me n kin called it off cus our legs were like killin us. so we sat at the sofa. n jus stoink.haks. n den everybody decides to call it a nite. so we headed to the backlane cus most of seri's fren rides a bike. n dey discuss wat to do next.. they wanna eat but couldnt decide where...... till dey finally decided to go home. n den me n kin couldnt possibly go home cus we hav &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no cash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; except ez link. how sad. so we went to meet nailul n zack cus kin wants to meet zack actualli. so yeah jus to kill the time we went to esplanade where they slack dere. n i got to admit nailul dressin is so seth cohen. realli im not lyin. so we kinda sat under the bridge n played cards. n i was sleepy... den i ask nailul that i wanted to borrow his shoulder (act as a pillow). n yeah i did catch some winks. after that we went home..walk all the way to raffles mrt.n the guys accompanied us till dere. sweet of dem huh. n yeah kin saes 9lul still like me.. but i dunno ya.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; but i was glad to see him again. so yeah.. i got home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;8.30 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i noe i noe it's pretty late. i tot sooo too. but oh well all in all i noe that that nite totally rawk. it was memorable. =] tanks seri so muchens for makin it a good nite. luv u gurl.&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/8101236-113619473138026577?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113619473138026577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113619473138026577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113619473138026577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113619473138026577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2006/01/listening-to-over-n-over-by-nelly-n.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113592947304225953</id><published>2005-12-30T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:57:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: dance dance by fallout boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sometimes i wonder why cant life be the way u want it to be..?&lt;br /&gt;even u work hard for it.. u still seem so far away from it. i want this n i want that but im just sayin but not doin it. i hate myself for not doing it.i got to learn doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am alwaes leaving them lingering on a string when they tell me that they like me... why do i alwaes do that? i hate it. i really do. he confess that he likes me and i tell him that im not ready bcus i dun think gettin into a r/s again would bring me happiness its more towards pain. am i being selfish? he saes i have not gotten over a heartache. His actually wrong i have gotten over the heartache but i just dun think that im ready for any r/s yet. im not ready. i jus want to be alone ..enjoyin the singlehood. i do not want to be force into somethin that i might regret or say  "shoots i shouldnt have" n den "what have i got myself into" in the later part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nisa's b'dae yest, i did enjoy it a lot. but here's one tot that i want to blog about:&lt;br /&gt;i sat at the bench in heeren level 3 wif dan, rin, nisa yest. yes we were tired at least i was. many couples passed and part of me sayin hrm..its nice to have someone but the other part is sayin hrm .. nah single still rawks. probably my heart has become an empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbin.. when will we ever go kin dear? ur either busy wif skool or occupied whenever we get invites from frens.. i hope soon.. i'll still wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8101236-113592947304225953?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113592947304225953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113592947304225953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113592947304225953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113592947304225953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/12/listening-to-dance-dance-by-fallout.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113558280099231171</id><published>2005-12-26T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:40:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meerry x'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =] Chrismukkah has finally arrived. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!! THis is the season where we smile n be happy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i surely did enjoy this christmas wif my family... it was jus pleasantly nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8101236-113558280099231171?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113558280099231171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113558280099231171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113558280099231171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113558280099231171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/12/meerry-xmas.html' title='meerry x&apos;mas'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113493097867230109</id><published>2005-12-19T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:36:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Where Are you by Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this song is really sweet. yes i am still awake and its rare that im bloggin at this tyme.im using illegal wireless network n i'm kinda connected now.heh. im facing a crisis here within myself. i dunno wat i feel n shud do.do u feel like i feel? ur far awar from him but wen u do meet him u feel nice and all u wanna do is listen to wat he has to sae.  u wanna show more concern n care but ur held back cus u think of all the circumstances that u will face wen u actualli realli show n den u might regret and u wish it never happen. But if u didnt den the chance is gone. And den u'll be wishin why didnt i believe my guts? n hate urself for it. so wat do u do?? n u wish so hard that he show some love but yeah it couldnt realli happen because probably he doesnt feel the same way as you do or probably he's shy? so when will he or she eventually confess what they truly feel? will it ever happen?wats worst is that u keep on thinkin how nice it would be to have him at ur side n all... someone who truly cares for u but u fear that he might leave u jus like that in the future daes... n den u think about all the quarrels n fights that might happen n all the make-up session... den u ask urself.. will it be another heartache? u wish it wont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to me relationships= major headache now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give me a pill or 2 to cure it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but dun get me wrong... im tryin to look at the brightside of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113493097867230109?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113493097867230109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113493097867230109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113493097867230109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113493097867230109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/12/listening-to-where-are-you-by-natalie.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113490095822605476</id><published>2005-12-18T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:16:20.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/lastscan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Listenig to: Quizzacal by Juliet the Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hrm..it's been a looong tyme ya since i last update. boy.. i got to tell u so much have happened mann.But first see the above neo-pics...it is so nice la. I so luv it.kinkin cat n me sure did had fun decoratin it.i tink we look great duncha agree?? n zagg couldnt make it that dae..wish u were dere...but den not to worri dere are other daes .=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on holidae to heaven Bangkok n yeah it was so much fun funn. This is the first tyme the whole family took an airplane together along with my uncle family and my lovely grams. We visited many places such as Coral Island(we took speed boat dere), Dreamworld, Shoppin malls, Floating market and lots more. =] As for the coral Island... haiz i went parachuting!!!!! the one tied to the boat.. it sure was very interesting. The scenery was beautiful from up dere and i felt as if i was a bird. the feeing was wonderful and yeah i got the pics..heh And den the coral island is brillantly beautified. u shud go. We get to see the corals but not much of it.. And oh ya... me n my cuzz took pic wif a tiger cub!!! how cute is that?? i noe...hhaks i got the pics and i sooo love it la. The tiger cub fur was soft n furry n ya adorable.=] n the elephant are so cute la.. dey noe how to paint, dance, basketball, soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food..hrm at first it was interestin but den as the daes passed.... it was gettin boring.. tom yum, tom yum n more of it.. n i kinda influence my cuzz. She didnt like cam-whoring at first but yeah i kinda took pics in the bus wif her till she was so into it herself that she holds the digi-cam all the tyme.( ma uncle digi-cam) hahaks so bad sia i. It's a good habit isn't it?? anyway.. i took all the ride in dreamworld the ones like viking, coaster something... n grand canyon den magic carpet. it wasnt scary la for the other rides except viking.. gosh!! i was tremblin hard especially my feet. it was pretty high.. heh i kinda hug my cuzz cus the feelin was horrible wen it goes down. Jerial my another cuzz was like saying" sowie sowie .. i dun want already stop stop." i wanted to laugh but i guess i was to concentrated on how to not feel so horrible at that tyme.. his one funny cuzz. n ya... ma bro go n play the carnival game where u have to shoot stuff and get at least 135 points to get a soft toy and hahaks he had 143 points!! n i got the soft toy..heh =] it's grey in color plus it looks like scooby doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here comes to the fav part of the trip...drum roll pleeeasse!! It was tyme for SHOPPING!!! hahahks.. i tell u i was the onli family member who bought lots of stuff... i mean a lot. crazy rite..untill my bro goes like " Not bad eh ju shoppin non-stop"den he gave me the "eyes" hahaks but it's my money wat... i dunno why they stress...but i still didnt care..hahaks im glad that everyone enjoy demselves over there although there were some glitches but ya..it turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;And then uncle george so funny laa...talk to us crap stuff but it was sure a good laugh.tanks ya..=] dere tis one nite we had pepper crab( uncle quek spend) it was sure delicious. n yeah the night market is hrm.. heaven? but i didnt buy much.. there are many pubs and all...&lt;br /&gt;oh ya we went to watch the cabaret show where u see transexuals who are realli pretty doin some dancing n singin.. mind you the dancing is not like pole dancin ya... its like u noe a performance dance more to cultural ones la. took lots of pic n cant wait to see it...hahaks&lt;br /&gt;bangkok rawks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8101236-113490095822605476?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113490095822605476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113490095822605476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113490095822605476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113490095822605476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/12/listenig-to-quizzacal-by-juliet-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113380207969749163</id><published>2005-12-05T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:01:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+sign+</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/chalet%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/chalet%20069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  tranquil just rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;                                                         im just here. listenin and wishful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Eve, the Apple Of My Eyes by Bell X1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gee... where do i start? ok..last sat we celebrated Van's b'dae and it was so fun!!i sssooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;so so enjoy it..gawd. im glad u enjoy it gurl~ =]&lt;br /&gt;i am goin for ma bro's POP(passing out parade) tmr n i think it will be interestin to see him march.so gonna laugh at him.hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i met someone new.. n i think he's nice, his laughter is jus so cute n i dunno..i feel butterflies in my stomach wen i see him..=] will it be real? or will it just be another feelin that will be crush down anytime sooner? i wish it would be real. but i cant decide rite? who am i to sae that it shud n must be real...but im jus prayin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae me n zag enjoy ourselves like crazy todae!!!! zag bought shoes n its so sophisticated seh.way to go gerl.. n she is attached!!! hahaks.. it shocked me but im glad for her..=] zag i am still in a state of shocked .. haks u noe wat i mean (acs??) we went roamin around like from far east&gt;taka&gt;wisma&gt;heeren&gt;cineleisure&gt;tangs n lastly HOME. haks quite a lot of places duncha tink? we chatted alot n i gotta tell u i really had a blast. smiles. n guess wat ? i bought a pretty nice coat which is so kewl~ to me la... zagg too think its realli nice.ok i soo cant wait to wear it.. tanks mum for lettin me buy it.n yeah i fall in love wif another top.. gawd its very pweety top but dun worry i didnt buy it.&lt;br /&gt;and me n zag were stop by this model thingy.. hahaks toopid seh.. not interested also.. n yeah...!!we took pics n i think its realli kewl~ we were like so posing n all but it was worth it. update it soon. haven infra it yet. i miss kin dear. N i am sowie that i could not make it on the 10 dec. I wish i could but i just cant. But not to worry i wont miss next yr one!!!but im lookin forward to new year's one too!! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Psst: am i the apple of ur eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8101236-113380207969749163?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113380207969749163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113380207969749163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113380207969749163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113380207969749163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/12/sign.html' title='+sign+'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113336552399057920</id><published>2005-11-30T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:45:24.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Breakfast with Tiffany by Deep Blue Something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i am tired. physically and mentally.tots are jus runnin thru my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;todae i feel like i walk forever... i mean seriously..my legs are like so gone. and my eyes are like tired cus i kinda shed some tears. but i aint lettin out why.tanks beat for sendin this song.i think it's veri nice. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;am i oblivious? if im not.. i will be having high hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;high hopes has never come my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it never will n never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it is better being oblivious than having high hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think that is the safest way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wont get hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there's so many things that i shud get. Not for me but for ppl and i jus dunno where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe soon i hope. 10 dec is so temptin but yet im still pending on whether i shud go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i miss my bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pssst: i dun believe in soulmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113336552399057920?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113336552399057920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113336552399057920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113336552399057920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113336552399057920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/listening-to-breakfast-with-tiffany-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113315750012094527</id><published>2005-11-28T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:58:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Paris--C10142029[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/1150/533/320/Paris--C10142029%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Lady in Red by im not sure who&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todae module is science..n i dun feel good. ma nose is freakin stuck n ma throat plus i cough like wth, ma eyes are like wanna close . y am i alwaes sick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hate it mann. or is it retribution..? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway the above picture is where i wanna go... wen im older.PARIS is my goal. i wanna go and explore the ambience and enjoy the oh-so-romantic places like i watch the movie -Chasing Liberty. it is so carefree n  all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113315750012094527?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113315750012094527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113315750012094527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113315750012094527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113315750012094527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/listening-to-lady-in-red-by-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113282026675321729</id><published>2005-11-24T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:17:46.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Talk to me by Keri Noble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am feelin empty todae. Im not sure why..but i think this are the possible reasons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-he didnt come skool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-ended up not meetin kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-felt weird the whole dae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-couldnt share cookies wif buk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-brought wheatus cd for sharin but she didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-waitin till 7 for mum to have dinner together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-gettin 8.5/10 for our team n it's the highest.shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does the first reason mean somethin..? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was i suppose to feel somethin but im just denyin all the while? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i at fault to believe that love doesnt exist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i at fault to lose hope as soon as i see there isn't any?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurry time hurry spin the clockhand till 7 so i wont be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched emily rose yest n it was quite scary..but most of the time they were in court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma mum was kind n sweet, i shouted her name wen the scary part came.i was like"oh my gawd..mummy hurry!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she goes saying this " Where, where... hai ya dun scared la" hahaks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before watchin it, i told her not to doze off..cus she alwaes doze off  5 minutes later whenever the tv is on. im glad she didnt. tanks.=] i guess she knows me well enough. im wearin the brown beads that she bought n i soo like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks nisa n dan for ur care n concern. i appreciate it.yeah we shud do some studyin together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk to ma grams bout life..it was kewl. she teach me stuff which is logical logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113282026675321729?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113282026675321729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113282026675321729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113282026675321729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113282026675321729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/listening-to-talk-to-me-by-keri-noble.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113276062475876581</id><published>2005-11-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:43:44.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;zag dear n i =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Image049.0.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to: Those sweet words by Norah Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me n zag was chillin at cb after zag had a haircut last fridae.i think she looks nice..=] anyway sharin thinks zag looks like me.-_-" i guess its bcus of the BANGS!! heh. It was nice seeing zag again..i miss kin kin cat dearly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todae pris did something.. she go n vote for me as Mrs SIT (school of IT) and im like wth..hahaks so ppl dun follow her footsteps ya.. tanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pris ur weird but i still luv u ma fren.haks ma mum bought for me brown beads and a pair of earring.She so sweet la.. *big hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;topengkuhijau= my mask is green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did badly for skool. dun ask. After seeing the result i felt really retarded.  "cacat" thats what my peeps call me.. i guess i am. Im so skeptic at this point in time. I feel really stress n shitty wen i think about the grades, i sae to myself what the hell am  i doin... sometimes i just dunno. i feel like i just want to run endlessly.. run awae from this state of mind.but i guess thats hard to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rinz: what i really think u shud do is to really change ur no. heh i noe it sounds ridiculous but yeah, thats wat i can think of for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113276062475876581?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113276062475876581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113276062475876581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113276062475876581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113276062475876581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/zag-dear-n-i-listening-to-those-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113254608870138013</id><published>2005-11-21T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:14:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jem rawks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listening to: They by Jem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think this song is pretty cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr postman ask" how's ur dae lady?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i looked at him as if he talks in a foreign language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i put a fake smile and say "It's a sunny day! I'm having fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is lying underneath my breath no-one noes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll just keep it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yest, i watched the "Girl next door" and i luv it. I think it is a very sweet movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is about accepting ppl eventhough they have unpleasant past. And luv dem for who they have changed. U'll watch and you'll noe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KIN: i pray things will get better for u ...=] and im here for u ya.. thru thick n thin..luv u to bits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;take care gurl.=] hope to see ya soon.. n im glad its kinda improvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;moon--&gt;... i wanna go dere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113254608870138013?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113254608870138013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113254608870138013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113254608870138013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113254608870138013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/jem-rawks.html' title='jem rawks'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113221460414004182</id><published>2005-11-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:03:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Always by Blink 182&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this past few daes it has been weird for me. Cus i heard a lot of truth from people.And i dunno how to take it.I feel shocked and yet at the same time speechless. wat am i to do? jus noe it and not acknowledge it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im freakin irritated now. dun bother really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/8101236-113221460414004182?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113221460414004182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113221460414004182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113221460414004182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113221460414004182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/listening-to-always-by-blink-182-this.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113204210321236228</id><published>2005-11-15T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:08:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;RUles of The gaME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;01 Post 5 weird or random stuff about urself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02 At the end of the post least 5 ppl whom u want =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;03 Next, leave a comment "you are tagged" in their blog and ask them to read ur blog for rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 weird/ random stuff bout me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ i like to sing in the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~i love lookin at pweety ppl and i wish i could be dem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~i got a thing for jap guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~i still keep love letters..haks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~i am stick wif the word "sickass"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 ppl i want to do this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zaggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yanni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;van and nisa has tagged me...heh tanks ya..=] luv u guys.. i guess u were bored too huh nisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113204210321236228?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113204210321236228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113204210321236228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113204210321236228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113204210321236228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/rules-of-game.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113196932790016579</id><published>2005-11-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:55:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Jules%20n%20beat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Jules%20n%20beat.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;beat n me..... tsk tsk.. she's wearin ma elephant earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;jalan raye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/Image004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/Image004.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;i took tis because the cloud looks serene and the feelin is jus overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Don't love you no more by Craig David&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think this song is really nice and tanks beat for sending it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway last sat wen raye wif ma sec skool frens. It was aight but tirin.sowie i didnt managed to go to the last house ya..ma apologies...but yeah it was sure nice to see dem again.=] i felt weird no doubt but i guess i was not feelin well n i felt i looked ugly seh. alwaes .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i cut ma fringe and dan is makin fun as well as others. gawd..am i alwaes the target?? i guess it will be. Ma intention of cuttin ma fringe was to look arty but i guess it didnt work out at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ma msn nick is no more morbid or emo bcus&lt;strong&gt; I HAVE GOTTEN OVER YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you are long gone now. so dun u worry of not tellin me any truth cus seriously i dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i really mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess im no longer looking forward in any relationships because im sick and tired of fights and make up sessions. I mean whats the point? you end up thinking hard anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113196932790016579?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113196932790016579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113196932790016579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113196932790016579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113196932790016579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/shit-mood.html' title='shit mood'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113169644087491324</id><published>2005-11-11T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:07:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/raya%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/raya%20012.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;    buddy nisa,crazy pris, cute rinz, sweet yanni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                                 me, n funky van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/raya%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/raya%20039.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aZfAr,DaNiAL,sInG hAo,PriS,jULiE,yAnNi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n guess wat?..we are sittin in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/hrm%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/hrm%20017.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pris,nana, nisa, julie, yanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to : As I Lay Me Down by Sophie B. Hawkins&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well i gotta tell u.. went raya wif ma rp peeps..hahaks it was fun..danial was farni..he crack lots of jokes and we all laugh..of course he got make fun of me.-_-" anyway i enjoyed myself so muchens n hope to do it again next year..=] i wish van n rin will join us ya.. next year.It would be funn!! update later... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113169644087491324?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113169644087491324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113169644087491324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113169644087491324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113169644087491324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113146813469912061</id><published>2005-11-09T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:47:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/4%20of%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/4%20of%20us.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EaSt mEeTs WeSt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;zack &gt; kin &gt; jules &gt; 9lul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/4%20of%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/4%20of%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/i%20tink%20we%20look%20good..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/i%20tink%20we%20look%20good..jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...kIn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahaks i dunno why but i like this pic so much.. we look kewl.heh..perasaan ya..but heck who cares!! look its us..e phunky gurls =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                &lt;strong&gt;Listening to : Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kin dear n cute fil was sweet today.. dey drop by ma house n kin dear cook chicken soup for me.. sweet ehh? haiz tanks so muchens ya.. fever u suck mann.. make me so lethagic yest.. make me feel so old wif all the aching at ma back,ma legs ok almost everywhere..im like walkin real slow la..its like slower than ma mum..haiz dreadful..yeah the weird thing was ma fever hit 38.1 degrees n i didnt feel hot at all until ma mum woke me up like 4 am and said i was realli realli hot.. she was carin n ma dad too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tanks ya..(",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nisa dear.. u noe we are not living in a world where there is peace n harmony alwaes.. dere are bound to have tragic circumstances in our lives... n we have to deal with it even though wen we first face it, it may hurt or either we jus be angry with it but naurally we tend to let it go. And the process of it, it's really either long or short. N its that tyme u decide... luv u babe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101236-113146813469912061?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113146813469912061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113146813469912061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113146813469912061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113146813469912061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/east-meets-west-9lul.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113109087945314186</id><published>2005-11-04T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:54:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/1600/12507_01_b[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1150/533/320/12507_01_b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:openZoom();"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to : Wannabe Gangsta by Wheatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haiz... look at that tee.. it looks good ehh? i sooo like it mann. so kin and zag..u noe wat to get me for Xmas..heh or sharin shud u get me that..? i like their attitude tees mann. Its freakin nice~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;n yeah slamat hari raye to julieblog..although i didnt go any visitin of relatives yest. It felt awkward naturally but yeah for what is right i must say it was worth it. Family issue sucks and ppl have no feelins for what they have done to others. They dun care about other ppl feelins and only feel comfortable with what they feel. Such selfish act. i have nothin to sae about them. I only feel sad for d*. No matter what im sticking wif ma family and i do what it takes to protect dem first. And oh boy... ma bro is like scarin me for he ate a lot of stuffs yest.. from that to this and then some more.. SCARY~~n rinz dun worri i get u somethin but i cant get u the one in the net.. its darn x sia.. sowie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah todae went skool wif dan. gawd i was so lateeeeeee...like 1/2 an hour? i think..reach skool like 9 wen it supposed to start at 8.30. hahaks tanks dan for the companion in the train.It was fun jus chattin.. n laughin at me..-_-"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanny&lt;/strong&gt; dear ur not fat.. in fact i think u look quite aight.. dun fret ya.. i think ma body is more farni lor..=] n yeah &lt;strong&gt;Dan &lt;/strong&gt;we surprised u.. for ur advanced b'dae(which is tmr). mango cake..yum yum it was delicious aint it? heheh. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!!!!=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; im glad ur happi n we were too.. nisa bully me a lot todae.. darn.. never endin for me..=[  miss zag n kin.. but kin wanna meet tmr.. which is a plus point!!! yay!!hahks&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/8101236-113109087945314186?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113109087945314186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113109087945314186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113109087945314186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113109087945314186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/listening-to-wannabe-gangsta-by.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101236.post-113092082859376968</id><published>2005-11-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:43:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i ever feel much better ..i go wif u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Listening to: if i ever feel better. by phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel ma blog dying so i tot that i shud change ma skin.n tis time i did it on ma own.except that i do not know how to work the songs...darn.I think i need shake's help.&lt;br /&gt;probably ask him on friday.N yeah shud i wear baju kurung on mon? wif azfar n shake?? i dun see the point but im thinkin bout it.Well basically skool is aight. i need to talk more. pris, rinz &amp; danial n nisa tanks for ur care n concern for me wen im down. ( u noe wat dae was it.) I think ma life would be souless without u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nisa&lt;/span&gt; u were in need of help wen u had a date. i was laughin wen i heard wat u had to sae.It was farni.. but i couldnt help much.sowie dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rinz&lt;/span&gt; u gotta not be shy around him no more if u want him.u gotta be urself.okies?=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pris&lt;/span&gt; ure hella chick.. u got so much groove inside of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;w/o u in class,it would be a grave for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; tanks for being a bro to me in Rp. I never tot that u could be my emotional pillar that i can count on but u were dere n im grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;azfar &lt;/span&gt;u have been a good fren to me n tanks for hearin all ma crapness,lameness, ma annoyin laughter n endure me bullyin u..i can never tank u enuff for stayin by ma side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually all news have to be heard sooner or later. But yeah if u would have jus told me, it would be whole lot easier to bear than not tellin me.U shud reflect about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8101236-113092082859376968?l=sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/feeds/113092082859376968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101236&amp;postID=113092082859376968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113092082859376968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101236/posts/default/113092082859376968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlowdownjules.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-i-ever-feel-much-better-i-go-wif-u.html' title='if i ever feel much better ..i go wif u'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634690563519074112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v393/zaggedelic/PICT0117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
