<?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-3412250</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:17:37.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn right, it's better than yours.</title><subtitle type='html'>I'd teach you, but I have to charge</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108951133660856300</id><published>2004-07-11T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T10:02:16.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving on, we now enter a different stage in our lives, where we separate fantasy from reality, happiness from pain, losers from the winners, spectrum end to spectrum end..Most importantly, we learn to remove that wool from our eyes that made lies, lies and utter lies seem like devotion, loyalty, trust and care.Red eyed, we trod on, push past the nettle and scour for a new realm. A realm of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108951133660856300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108951133660856300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108951133660856300' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108827430662132247</id><published>2004-06-27T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T02:25:06.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all i ever wanted was someone to come home to after a day in the insane world.amidst all the chaos, we need a place to seek refuge and comfort in.that was in you, but you took it away from me.now i'm left homeless, without shelter, braving the storm on my own.everything means nothing,if i ain't got you.meaningless whining? i no longer know. the depths of my soul are now unknown.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108827430662132247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108827430662132247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108827430662132247' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108818529614492290</id><published>2004-06-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:41:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does history just remain as history?or will goliath and samson emerge from the mire?to err is human, to forgive, divine.even saints, once in a while, tire.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108818529614492290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108818529614492290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108818529614492290' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108807592662938798</id><published>2004-06-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:18:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the eye of the storm, i can see nothing.in the eye of the storm, my vision is impaired.in the eye of the storm, my heart's been smashed to bits and trampled on.do i deserve all this pain? certainly not, but i question why i'm putting up with it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108807592662938798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108807592662938798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108807592662938798' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108717833730725566</id><published>2004-06-14T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T09:58:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the sunshine of my lifeThat’s why I’ll always be around,You are the apple of my eye,Forever you’ll stay in my heart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108717833730725566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108717833730725566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108717833730725566' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108657239785314924</id><published>2004-06-07T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T09:39:57.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't live a lie. don't ever tell yourself you're living one if you don't really know. most of all, don't tell me that and kill me inside.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108657239785314924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108657239785314924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108657239785314924' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108635711993440721</id><published>2004-06-04T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T21:51:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what am i doing here when i should be studying for my exam tomorrow? i don't know.why don't i know?because there's so much inside i have to dig through, because there's so much inside i don't know where to start. when i start i don't know where i'm going, where i'm headed, where i am.what's taking so long?i'm slow. don't fault me for that.you getting anywhere?you there? what's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108635711993440721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108635711993440721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635711993440721' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108593159280889758</id><published>2004-05-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T23:40:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heaven bent to take my handAnd lead me through the fireBe the long awaited answerTo a long and painful fightTruth be told I've tried my bestBut somewhere along the wayI got caught up in all there was to offerAnd the cost was so much more than I could bearThough I've tried, I've fallen...I have sunk so lowI have messed upBetter I should knowSo don't come round hereAnd tell me I told</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108593159280889758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108593159280889758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108593159280889758' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108579674667530461</id><published>2004-05-29T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T10:12:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's over.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108579674667530461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108579674667530461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108579674667530461' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108566920777785523</id><published>2004-05-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:02:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do i feel as if nothing's working out? why do i feel as if although he's busy, he's successfully neglecting me? why am i able to say such things that have the ability to render one speechless and to have no want to continue in our relationship?maybe i should be more understanding.. be more patient.. there've been too many maybe i should-have-beens.. is it time for him to take action instead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108566920777785523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108566920777785523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566920777785523' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108498705282070622</id><published>2004-05-20T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T01:17:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm too impatient for my own good. when i want something, my brain somehow doesn't seem to register the fact that it needs to take time to get to the goal. yet somehow when i preach, i speak of rome not being built in a day. perhaps i'm a walking contradiction and i frown upon this because just yesterday (well, not literally), i seemed to have a more organized frame of mind. have i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108498705282070622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108498705282070622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108498705282070622' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108208063824698582</id><published>2004-04-16T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T10:00:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you think that when a mistake has been made, the person who should 'pay for it' so to speak, is the person on the receiving end and -not- the person who made the mistake? i thought so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108208063824698582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108208063824698582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208063824698582' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-108162269423486273</id><published>2004-04-11T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T02:57:26.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Joe FRIGGING Millionaire. Who the hell really cares? I guess I'll never come to understand why Simon Fuller brought back American Idol in the form of AI3 so soon. It's like 'Ressurrection of the Dead Karaoke Singers'.. You have to agree that nowadays, on some extent, that does hold some truth. People have barely recovered from "Soulful" Studdard and the Claymates are still sending death </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108162269423486273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/108162269423486273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108162269423486273' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-106425778318313778</id><published>2003-09-23T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T00:17:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the 55th Annual Emmy Awards is over.. have you fished out your Kleenexes and laughed your hearts out? if you haven't, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!?!? :) nahhh, just kidding. i was very upset when i saw the memoriam vid for John Ritter.. i loved his bit part in an episode of Ally McBeal, his voice-over as Clifford the big red dog :) and some movies i caught him in on the Hallmark channel.. they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/106425778318313778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/106425778318313778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106425778318313778' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-106392318447280068</id><published>2003-09-19T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T06:13:04.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this template is so prehistoric! now i don't even know where to place my guestbook and links (providing i have any :p) i so prefer my previous template.. ARGH, blogger shit!so.. i caught Minority Report last night with evie.. ooooh-ers. it was a fantastic show. i remember my print media lecturer telling me once the newspapers of the future will have streaming images and audio/video on them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/106392318447280068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/106392318447280068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106392318447280068' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-106373825192301897</id><published>2003-09-17T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T03:31:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they'd be Ben's partnerthey'd be Ben's partner...chick flicks strike a chord with chicks for one very simple reason, i told myself today, and what is that reason? they're a lot of fun to watch :) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is no different. it's a feel-good show that doesn't warrant many Kleenexes ladies but it's worth a watch, especially the comic Kate Hudson as Andie Anderson.. she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/106373825192301897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/106373825192301897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106373825192301897' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-105958014091109687</id><published>2003-07-30T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T23:49:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been such a long time since i last posted. i see Gurl, Ice and Jamie have been missing me. I'm duly touched, really. :) thanks for the concern and for popping by now and then yea? ^_^anyway, i haven't been posting due to many reasons.1. my life is undergoing some unforeseen changes (hey where've i heard that before? :p)2. my template is totally screwing up, leaving me to consider </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105958014091109687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105958014091109687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958014091109687' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-105750362557430814</id><published>2003-07-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T23:00:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello, testing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105750362557430814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105750362557430814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105750362557430814' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-105691063309732414</id><published>2003-06-30T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T02:17:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i know... i should be doing my project right now. should be on the verge of completion. should be.but it's not. it's probably 1/4 done, that's the best i'll give ya..anyhow, gotta get this off my chest or i'll die of breathlessness. okae, so it ain't THAT bad.remember the ring i told you peops about? the lost ring? WAIT! before you get all happy-bappy on me, you really SHOULD know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105691063309732414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105691063309732414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105691063309732414' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-390120200</id><published>2003-06-26T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T01:02:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first of all, thanks to Vera for pointing out that Dixie Chicks are bluegrass! :)have any of you noticed that the weather in Singapore is now hotter than ever?!?!? i mean, 2 cold baths a day don't even seem to suffice! :( it's 1245am right now and i just took an icy shower 30 minutes ago. now even an icy bath at 12past am doesn't cool it off. to top it off, my room is like a blasted inferno.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/390120200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/390120200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#390120200' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-105620880601248696</id><published>2003-06-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T23:20:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae, so nobody likes Buffy anymore :(anyways, Potter-mania has been unleashed! are u in on the action boys and girls? :) i'm not. i didn't stake out Borders/Kino to get my hands on a copy. figured that it'll be dripping from the shelves much later anyway. i'm a fan of the movies, not the books. strange huh. more of a graphic/images-visuals sort of person i guess, though it can be argued that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105620880601248696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105620880601248696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105620880601248696' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-105603401368952517</id><published>2003-06-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T22:48:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Understand We'll go hand in handBut we'll walk alone in fear Tell meWhere do we go from here?no prizes for guessing where that came from :) if you watched it too, you'll know exactly where it came from :)mannnnnnnnnnn...... Amber Benson can S.I.N.G  &lt;- that much you have to give her :)Sarah Mich did alright :) melodious voice.. Michelle Trachtenberg was alright, albeit a bit squeaky. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105603401368952517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105603401368952517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105603401368952517' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-105591406861985631</id><published>2003-06-18T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T13:31:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is really good, just take a read :)disclaimer: i am not in any way related to the writer of this article, nor am i the person who actually wrote this article.My mother was a fanatic about public toilets. As a little girl, she'd bring me in the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105591406861985631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105591406861985631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105591406861985631' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-105556528917475117</id><published>2003-06-14T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T12:52:33.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my friend returned home after he finally crept out of Zouk this morning at 3a.m. what is it with the clubbing scene? what is it that keeps people going back time and again? is it the want to show off one's materialistic possessions? the want for company? companionship? lust? hmm.i never understood the novelty and appeal of the club scene - the idea of paying money to mingle (or squeeze around) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105556528917475117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/105556528917475117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105556528917475117' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-95422623</id><published>2003-06-08T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T12:14:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been a long time folks.. but i've got stuff to say :)after the interview on tv, i've been hanging out, getting some from the GSS. though the discounts are larger this year, the goods don't seem to be as good, if y'know what i'm sayin :) ah but then, it could just be the shhhhhhoooooopahhhoooollic side of me taking over.. :)i've got a terrible tutor for Advanced News Gathering. he's soooooooo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/95422623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/95422623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95422623' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-95041012</id><published>2003-05-30T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T01:21:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOSH.. i haven't updated in so long.. i've got California Dreamin' stuck in my head! :)don't ask me why, i have no idea either.. school's been so taxing.. it's a mere 3 1/2 hour day everyday but the quantity of work that's done is really killing my brain cells.. L.I.B.E.R.A.T.I.O.N!!!!!!am doing news gathering at the moment, Prof Harmon is doing a FANTASTIC job.. it's almost as if news is her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/95041012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/95041012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95041012' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-94688574</id><published>2003-05-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T18:40:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Phoebe Buffay from Friends!Take the Friends Quiz here.created by stomps.i really hate taking these quizzes and tests sometimes.. i get more than 1 possible answer for more than 1 question! and when i try the test again and again, it seems like i fulfill every damn consequence available...now it's like i'm everything!!! either the quiz isn't well structured, or there's seriously something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94688574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94688574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94688574' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-94520638</id><published>2003-05-18T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T11:02:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY EXAM IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!it's shopping shopping shopping time! :) haha.. okae so i'm kinda nuts right now..but seriously, i don't feel as if some huge weight's been lifted off my shoulders, don't know why.. doesn't feel very liberating but oh well, i await the next module... *drums fingers* =\for those of you who wanted the link to the test in the previous blog, here's the joke:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94520638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94520638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94520638' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-94274217</id><published>2003-05-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T00:51:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Material UpkeepMaybe you're self-sufficient and practical, or maybe you're just slightly unkempt. Either way, you tend to think that top-of-the-line products are unnecessary and excessive, and you don't indulge yourself with more than you need. We think it's safe to say that you don't put much emphasis on the how trendy or high-quality your products and possessions are. You're a firm believer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94274217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94274217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94274217' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-94134152</id><published>2003-05-11T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T12:31:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooh... a week more to my exam. BAH HUMBUG! till then, i'll see you guys. by the way everyone, the family grudge thing? it ain't no bad blood, it's just that until today, i can't understand why my bro is such an irresponsible dude. it's not bad like you wanna kill him or something, no God forbid~ so yea, no worries :)or maybe ya'll should check out the headlines this week..hehheh.. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94134152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/94134152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94134152' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-93872447</id><published>2003-05-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T01:06:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and welcome to the newbies on my "visit them" list :) glad to have met your acquaintances :)alas, i am now horribly dead beat. it's time to hit the sack, HARDthe brotherly grudge still burns within... okae okae, i shan't make it sound so harsh.. but hey, no one's stopping you guys from leaving more comments about my predicament, or his for that matter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93872447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93872447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93872447' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-93748550</id><published>2003-05-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T00:01:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my brother is the biggest bigot/arse/piece of shit you will ever know.you may think i'm blowing things outta proportion but nooooooooo my brother really is an asshole. he doesn't seem to have a sense of responsibility or urgency. now why is that? can you imagine? a 26 year old? behaving like that?whoa! hold your horses! what exactly am i going on and on about? see, a few months ago, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93748550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93748550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93748550' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-93531526</id><published>2003-04-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T22:16:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae, so i've caught X2. it officially opens today or tomorrow? ahhhh like i care :pthe P98 free preview was terrific enough for me :) saw Tim Oh there, lookin' as bright and spunky as usual.. :)gosh, i have no idea why i'm so tired.. my eyelids are already drooping :(anyways, i won't leave w/o my 2 cents worth on X2, and i'm sure you already saw that coming :) so if you don't want a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93531526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93531526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93531526' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-93301912</id><published>2003-04-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T01:01:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a pretty eventful day.woke up in the morning with a bout of stomach cramps.. wheehee, go crimson tide! yup, me and my female woes :(that caused me to be late for class, cos after that i took a shower and promptly headed to school. friends messaged me to tell me the tutor had already started. clock read 1025am. DAMN IT! so i figured no point going in, i'd be interrupting anyways..hmm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93301912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93301912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93301912' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-93236789</id><published>2003-04-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T21:03:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let the music heal your soul. let the music take control. let the music give you the power to move any mountain..i have no idea why i let that rip across my screen.. BAH! thanks smiles for the lovely comment on liking my nordicskye :) so sweet! now if u'd leave ur URL in there next time, i'll....*smiles*CARMEN RASMUSEN IS OUTTA THE GAME!!!!!!!!!! LET'S ROCK N ROLL!!!!!!!!!moving on.. Ryan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93236789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93236789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93236789' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-93099279</id><published>2003-04-23T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T17:53:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is freakin' wrong with BLOGGER?!?!?!?? it isn't posting/updating my entries as quickly as it used to do! lagggggg.....lagggggg.....lagggggg....BAHHHHHHH!-composed- okae, that was a side of me you've never seen before i bet :) anywhos, i just hope Blogger fixes itself up REALLY soon, cos i don't want to be the grand dame of outdated entries :)cheerios! :p no no not the cereal, cheerios as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93099279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/93099279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93099279' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-92845626</id><published>2003-04-19T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T17:52:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heard a remixed version of Sarah Connor's Skin on Skin on Perfect 10. TOTALLY EW! in fact, almost anything remixed sounds totally ghastly!here i am sniffing in front of the computer, hungry and cold. yes, not wet :) just hungry and cold. guess what? there's absolutely nothing to eat in my house and guess something else - i have school in a few hours! sigh.. somebody come pamper me! :) any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/92845626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/92845626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92845626' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-92566526</id><published>2003-04-14T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T13:52:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was watching MTV Unplugged Uncensored last night. saw the whole shebang of clips from 1990 till 2001. wooha, we've had some terrific performances, like Mariah Carey, Hootie &amp; the Blowfish, Squeeze, Eric Clapton, Alanis Morissette (by the way, her latest album is called Feast on Scraps) (i wonder if that's what she's been doing all this while, after Under Rug Swept) (just kidding :p)something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/92566526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/92566526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92566526' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-92510665</id><published>2003-04-13T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T10:28:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been 12 days since i last posted. what is wrong with my life?? :) school's started again.. *yawn* and tomorrow's another new week. boohoo. i need a more exciting life.research methodology module is what i'm doing now. after the 9 days' worth of lessons, i honestly don't think i can see information the same way again, just as my professor predicted. he said, "this'll change the way you look</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/92510665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/92510665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92510665' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-91777111</id><published>2003-04-01T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T00:35:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Life of KittyDon't stop at the prologue. Read every bit of the story. I was enlightened about this story during class yesterday and it's not only till now, after reading the article, do i feel deeply saddened and horrified, playing and replaying each horrific scene in my mind.This 'taken for granted' syndrome actually cost a woman her life, an unnecessary occurrence don't you think? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91777111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91777111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91777111' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-91523406</id><published>2003-03-28T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T12:00:09.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know what's wrong with Julia Demato. well, she's out now, as evident from last night's results. ever since the finals drew near, Julia's been seeming like she doesn't want a piece of the competition, y'know what i'm saying? when she sings, she's so lifeless and un-passionate. it's like something big happened to her and she can't wait to get out of the competition. that's something i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91523406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91523406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91523406' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-91413181</id><published>2003-03-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:45:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well the last time i posted was quite some time ago.. since then, quite a number of things have happened. i had a terrible tiff with dave last night, had to cry myself to sleep. my dog was so sweet! he saw me cry and hopped up onto my lap n licked my hand, as if asking, "what's wrong? can i do anything to make you feel better?" sigh..he's a handful of sugar! :)well, things're a lot better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91413181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91413181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91413181' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-91069302</id><published>2003-03-21T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T01:35:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i see ya'll been giving my dawg Jesse some airplay here huh :o) appreciate thatwell, we're (dog n i) both a year older now, supposedly wiser.. hey who says u can't teach an old dog new tricks right? :o) and that sentence ain't just for my dog :pplayed badminton under a low ceiling earlier this evening with dave. was quite cool. we couldn't play out in e open since it was pouring and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91069302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/91069302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91069302' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-90930061</id><published>2003-03-19T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T00:26:12.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's my dog's birthday. okae, theoretically yesterday cos it's like 1225am now :) anyways, his birthday is a day after mine, so we get to be march babies! :) i got him a body collar, some chewy bones and a packet of biscuits. so far, he seems to like everything! :) oh, if u wanna know what my dog looks like, here's a preview, but that ain't my page and it definitely ain't my dog. i chanced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90930061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90930061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90930061' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-90640193</id><published>2003-03-13T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T17:13:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to the Body Shop Green Sanctuary today for a half body massage. MAN it felt good! :) they used aromatherapy oil and did a really thorough massage for me. i, for one, have chronic back-aches, due to weak muscles in e back. yes yes, my doc told me to swim and stuff and YES i HAVE been swimming, i felt like i needed a little therapy :) and thumbs up the Green Sanc, i've already made my 2nd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90640193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90640193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90640193' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-90463098</id><published>2003-03-11T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T00:26:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae okae so i haven't been posting again.. past few days have been like a tidal wave! really! :)met up with Evelyn a few days ago. such a lovely child! well-travelled and probably more experienced and knowledgeable than me in many ways. had a good time talking about the present, the future and of course, who can forget, the past.......just watched Boston Public. Taryn Manning guest starred, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90463098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90463098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90463098' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-90357265</id><published>2003-03-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just cleared out some old stuff from my wardrobe. MAN that felt good :) reminds me of the ol' saying - out with the old, in with the new.. yea going shopping soon i guess, cos my birthday's comin' and i'm soooo excited! :)juvenile elation :) haha.. well, went to catch Daredevil today.. it's an okae movie overall, but some of the fight scenes reminded me so much of Spider-man that i just kept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90357265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/90357265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90357265' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-89656262</id><published>2003-02-25T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T18:53:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the winner is.... Norah Jonesand the winner is.... Norah Jonesand the winner is.... Norah Joneseverytime the Grammys come around, or the AMAs let's say, my fire for music burns up all over again. let's face it, we can NEVER get enough of music. it's my soul food, and i'm sure it's the same for some of you music junkies out there too :)so the honour roll's out. NORAH JONES is a big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89656262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89656262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89656262' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-89481917</id><published>2003-02-21T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T14:19:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://music.lycosasia.com/music_news/7000059046_C.htmlBLEAH.. what a waste of time.. can alse be titled "Another Wasted Day for Canada" in their tabloids :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89481917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89481917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89481917' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-89471110</id><published>2003-02-21T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T10:46:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah, the pictures turned up dead links! anyways, if u catch Baywatch, and you know who Krista Allen is (her name on the show is Jenna) and if you've seen Taylor Forrestor on the Bold and the Beautiful, her REAL name being Hunter Tylo, don't they look like one and the same person!?!??! i mean, the resemblance is strikingly freaky!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89471110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89471110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89471110' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-89286647</id><published>2003-02-18T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T13:15:56.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9. Best Dance RecordingA. Gotta Get Thru This - Daniel Bedingfield B. Days Go By - Dirty Vegas C. Superstylin' - Groove Armada D. Love At First Sight - Kylie Minogue E. Hella Good - No Doubtmy guess is as good as yours. i think Bedingfield is good but he hasn't got enough exposure. same goes for Dirty Vegas. since it's America i'm guessing either Kylie, No Doubt or Groove Armada. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89286647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/89286647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89286647' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-88976003</id><published>2003-02-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T23:28:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5. Best Female Pop Vocal PerformanceA. Soak Up The Sun - Sheryl Crow B. Don't Know Why - Norah Jones C. Complicated - Avril Lavigne D. Get The Party Started - Pink E. Overprotected - Britney Spearsmy pick? either Sheryl or Norah.. the rest.. *mumbles6. Best Male Pop Vocal PerformanceA. 7 Days - Craig David B. Original Sin - Elton John C. Your Body Is A Wonderland - John Mayer D. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88976003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88976003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88976003' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-88856626</id><published>2003-02-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T00:34:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.jeremyratnam.com/grammys.htmlwell, here're my two cents worth if any of you wanna know :)1. Record Of The YearA. A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton B. Without Me - Eminem C. Don't Know Why - Norah Jones D. Dilemma - Nelly Featuring Kelly Rowland E. How You Remind Me - Nickelback this one's a pretty tough one.. all of them are good in their own way.. either way, i'm pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88856626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88856626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88856626' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-88593933</id><published>2003-02-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T23:47:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the whole new year thing is over.. all the money's in the bank, all the goodies outta their tins, all the kilos put on :) sigh, life goes on..what is it with festive seasons huh.. they come and go faster than a plague and remain a memory etched somewhere in the corner of our minds, waiting to resurface later in time.. proving as conversation openers or potential subjects for laughter :)sigh..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88593933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88593933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88593933' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-88377144</id><published>2003-02-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T22:38:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first of all, happy happy chinese new year to all those of you who celebrate it. oh yea, an even BIGGER congrats to all you lovely goats out there. this is your lucky year! :) cherish it while you still can, unlike poor ol' me, gotta wait 4 years man! ;pchinese new year is very different this year. bad economy? bad excuse for the lack of warmth too.. people seem to feel very comfortable in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88377144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88377144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88377144' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-88221805</id><published>2003-01-30T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T12:59:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pop REALLY grows on you sometimes.. you can be sayin' you "totally hate him/her/them/shim/it" and the next minute you're hummin' the tune cos it's on the radio. it's like a disease i tell you, this pop music fades in and out faster than you can say "I hate Avril Lavigne". yup, that's how infectious it can get.why am i talkin' about that? good question. well, for starters, that issue's been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88221805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/88221805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88221805' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-87968219</id><published>2003-01-25T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T02:35:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my exams are O-V-E-R!so wake me up, before you go go, don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo :)so did anyone catch the MTV Asia Awards on cable channel 20? naughty naughty if u have cable and u didn't!first of all, Coco n Shaggy were quite yumsome on telly, esp Coco with her barely there dresses and chic, casual dressing. she's a sure-one on the well-dressed list. of course i'm sure Mr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/87968219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/87968219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87968219' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-87520216</id><published>2003-01-16T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T13:21:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't know if i've posted this before but what the heck! read it anyways, it's really funny! :)These are entries to a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but the least romantic second line.. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, so are you.But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead the sugar bowl is empty &amp; so is your head. Of loving beauty you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/87520216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/87520216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87520216' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-87271385</id><published>2003-01-12T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T02:40:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY RESIGNATION I hereby officially submit my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of child again.   I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks. I want to think M&amp;Ms are better than money because you can eat them.  I want to lie under</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/87271385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/87271385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87271385' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-86946137</id><published>2003-01-05T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T11:54:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A-You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.B-You are always cautious when it comes to meeting new people.C-You definitely have a partier side in you, don't be shy to show D-You have trouble trusting people.E-You are a very exciting person.F-Everyone loves you.G-You have excellant ways of viewing people.H-You are not jugdmental.I-You have a bad temper sometimes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86946137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86946137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86946137' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-86644901</id><published>2002-12-29T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T11:27:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?" His teacher answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love." Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands. Having picked nothing, his teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86644901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86644901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86644901' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-86488137</id><published>2002-12-25T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T03:04:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'll de damned! :p Another kick-ass joke! I definitely got a kick outta this one :)  A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in. Doctor arrives, examines baby, checks weight, and asks if the baby is breast fed or bottle fed. "Breast fed" replies the lady."Well strip to your waist" the doctor orders. She does so and he presses, kneads, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86488137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86488137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86488137' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-86164087</id><published>2002-12-17T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T21:23:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taken from an internet site where there was a competition for writing the most romantic first line and most unromantic on the second line.  Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you.But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty so is your head. After you, my love, my only prize.Would be a bullet between the eyes.  Of loving beauty you float </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86164087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/86164087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86164087' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85973909</id><published>2002-12-14T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T10:39:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waaayyy hilarious! :pA man walking along  a California beach was deep in prayer. All of a sudden, he said out loud, "Lord grant me one wish."Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice the Lord said, "Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."The man said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want."The Lord </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85973909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85973909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85973909' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85903520</id><published>2002-12-13T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T02:07:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROMANCE MATHEMATICS Smart man + smart woman = romanceSmart man + dumb woman = affairDumb man + smart woman = marriage Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy OFFICE ARITHMETIC Smart boss + smart employee = profit Smart boss + dumb employee = production Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtimeSHOPPING MATH A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85903520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85903520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85903520' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85725078</id><published>2002-12-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T21:16:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Math may unlock the secrets of the unwise. As we know, math is the key to unlock the great mysteries of the universe. Here's a recent solution.------------------------------------------------------------Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants over 100%. How about achieving 103%? Here's a little math that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85725078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85725078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85725078' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85642261</id><published>2002-12-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T00:25:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is only 80% accurate so don't come banging my door down if it doesn't seem to be telling you the truth! :pWHAT YOUR HANDWRITING SAYS ABOUT YOU The larger your font, the more confident you are. The higher you cross your 't' the more ambitious you are. If you dot your 'i' far from the stem, you're forward-looking. Replacing the dot with circles or hearts suggests that you're creative</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85642261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85642261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85642261' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85597029</id><published>2002-12-07T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T00:10:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever felt sleepy &amp; hungry at the same time? I HAVE! i'm feeling like that right now.. why ain't i sleeping? i don't know! maybe cos it's TOO COLD to sleep? :p did quite a bit of Christmas shopping today, satisfying! :p hope i can do shopping with dave soon.. *wink* hee... right dave?dave hasn't updated his blog since eons ago, September to be exact.. MAN! ;p hehheh. he says he doesn't feel like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85597029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85597029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85597029' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85546092</id><published>2002-12-06T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T01:39:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRADINGSDept Of Statistics:All grades are plotted along the normal bell curve. Dept Of Psychology:Students are asked to blot ink in their exam books, close them and turn them in. The professor opens the books and assigns the first grade that comes to mind. Dept Of History:All students get the same grade they got last year. Dept Of Religion:Grade is determined by God. Dept Of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85546092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85546092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85546092' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85441295</id><published>2002-12-04T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T05:10:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Difference Between Focusing on Problems and Focusing on SolutionsWhen NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity. (Ink won't flow down to the writing surface) In order to solve this problem, they hired Andersen Consulting (Accenture today). It took them one decade and 12 million dollars. They developed a pen that worked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85441295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85441295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85441295' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85335626</id><published>2002-12-02T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T02:10:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Singapore, living in Highly Dangerous Buildings (HDB), most people have already got used to Paying And Paying (PAP). Not only do you pay, you Pay Until Bankrupt (PUB). If that's not enough, somebody still Purposely Wants to Dig (PWD) more from you. So what more can you do when you are in a Money Only Environment (MOE)? When you are sick, you might be able to use your Cash Prior to Funeral (CPF</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85335626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85335626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85335626' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85296905</id><published>2002-12-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T00:49:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 memories for Singaporean teenagers. Sit back, enjoy and think back... Were you one of these?1. You grew up watching He-man, Transformers, Silverhawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles and Smurfs too.2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in primary school during recess time. You squatted by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85296905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85296905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85296905' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85265850</id><published>2002-11-30T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T04:07:05.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why am i posting at 4 a.m in the morning? good question, i'm asking myself the same thing! :) well, just woke up an hour ago to shower cos i was sooooo tired i fell right asleep on the couch. then again, i haven't done that in a long time, so theoretically that's fine. but by my mom's standards it's gross! (",) man.. i can hear the phone ringing in the opposite block. talk about LOUD wake up call</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85265850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85265850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85265850' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85214307</id><published>2002-11-29T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T00:23:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOMEN SPEAK IN ESTROGEN AND MEN LISTEN IN TESTOSTERONEby Matt Groening (of Simpson fame)RELATIONSHIPS: When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life. A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85214307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85214307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85214307' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85119584</id><published>2002-11-27T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T02:32:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thought all this stuff was kinda meaningful, got it through email, check it out..To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.To realize the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85119584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85119584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85119584' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-85117506</id><published>2002-11-27T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T01:48:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for a 30 minute jog this evening... really pooped me out. waiting for my hair to dry.. urgh..i haven't lived my life in extremity for a while.. feels.. good on one hand, bad on the other. good because stress can really murder my sanity and bad because the cathartic release of emotions after a stress spurt really refreshes u!i haven't been stressed in quite a while, i miss that feeling, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85117506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/85117506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85117506' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84975302</id><published>2002-11-24T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T02:10:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosh this is sooooooo rib-tickling i just HAVE to share it with u!WAYS TO TURN MEN DOWNHE: Can I buy you a drink?SHE: Actually I'd rather have the money.HE: I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.SHE: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.HE: Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?SHE: Must've been once. I never make the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84975302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84975302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84975302' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84817689</id><published>2002-11-20T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T23:23:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, here's the deal. i subscribe to this service called "A Word A Day" from wordsmith.org. i get a new word almost everyday, or an old one which has taken on a new meaning. i love the service because it gives me a lotta benefits. like what u ask? 1. my vocabulary increases, so i don't have to call the daily asses i meet "shitface", "dickhead" or anything else that involves body parts. 2. i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84817689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84817689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84817689' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84753038</id><published>2002-11-19T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T00:25:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone people ask me why i posted the previous entry. i don't know, i guess it ain't really surprising to know that Singaporeans are having problems down under :) i mean, when you're a Singaporean and you say you're stressed, i'm like hello! wake up and smell the stale coffee cos that's so old school!i think they're focussing (or is it focusing?) too much on the problem... i mean, c'mon, gimme</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84753038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84753038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84753038' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84691992</id><published>2002-11-18T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T18:09:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too tired for sex? It's your lifestyle Singaporeans are so stressed out, some have 'lifestyle impotency', says NUS professor who coined the new term By Natalie SohFEELING too stressed or tired to have sex? You may be suffering from 'lifestyle impotency', a term coined by Professor Victor Goh of the Department of Obstetrics and Gynaecology at the National University of Singapore. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84691992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84691992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84691992' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84568696</id><published>2002-11-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T16:45:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>felt so sad after reading this. feels as if he never really wanted to take on the role anyway. astonishing cos he did such a fantastic job as Dumbledore! *sob*a lot of my friends are gonna catch Harry Potter too, i'm so glad! :) they won't be wasting their money, that's for sure (",) oh btw, i read this too, and i personally felt that Christopher Lee (NOT THE MEDIACORP Channel 8 ONE!) came the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84568696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84568696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84568696' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84516523</id><published>2002-11-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T16:30:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yup, Harry Potter was VERY VERY VERY good (",) heck! i can't help it! i'm still basking in that magical feeling! :) what with all the funny, dizzy spells. how i wish there were a Hogwarts in reality too! *grin*i saw Wong Li-Lin holding hands with Allan Wu at the premiere Tuesday night. (*bawls* sure, now you're saying "what's new?") uh huh.. she's awfully skinny in real life! she looks a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84516523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84516523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84516523' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84459080</id><published>2002-11-13T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T16:19:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 words - GO CATCH IT1 more word - NOW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84459080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84459080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84459080' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84279724</id><published>2002-11-10T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T09:56:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 Natural Highs1. Falling in love. 2. Laughing so hard your face hurts. (Or tummy..)3. A hot shower. 4. No lines at the supermarket 5. A special glance. 6. Getting mail (REAL mail.. not junk mail)7. Taking a drive on a pretty road. 8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio. 9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside. 10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer. 11. Finding that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84279724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84279724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84279724' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-84215519</id><published>2002-11-08T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T16:32:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is that funny or what?haven't been blogging in quite a while again.. as usual, nothing interesting's happening. dave showed me yesterday's Streats. if u'd kindly flip to page 4, my my... SPH is a little behind in online trends aye =panywhos... who am I to comment anyways right?something really frustrating happened yesterday. was at PS, and i received a call from Michelle Pang, some exec </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84215519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/84215519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84215519' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-83924837</id><published>2002-11-03T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T01:46:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's entry is gonna be a rather erratic one. don't ask me why, i don't know either *shoulder shrug*first of all, thanks to the Pisceans who visited my blog :) very much appreciated, thank you :)so anywhos, yup, anywhos, before we move on to anything, i MUST thank dave for downloading the Opera browser for me. it's really quick and spiffy! i like! *winks at dave*just one eensy-teensy more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83924837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83924837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83924837' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-83818942</id><published>2002-10-31T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T01:17:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more tests! What Eyes Do You Have? brought to you by Quizilla What's Your Bedroom Personality? (For Her) brought to you by Quizillawas with dave at holland village coffee bean last night, and i bumped into my auntie there. this morning, my aunt gave my mom a ring and told my mom that she didn't expect my boyfriend to be so studious-looking! hah! :p dave may be studious looking but he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83818942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83818942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83818942' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-83495292</id><published>2002-10-25T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T12:00:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sniff* having the flu bug... or is it sinus? ahhh whatever. woke up with a huge tummy ache that warranted me to rush into the loo with today's Life! Tommy Wee just amazes me i tell u... he writes about the lamest stuff. note: how to tell when Life!'s having its dry days? when Tommy's articles are out! :) hehheh.. ok that was a bad joke, so now i'll move onisn't she pretty? i don't know why but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83495292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83495292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83495292' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-83214484</id><published>2002-10-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T23:11:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>really don't get my parents. they bought a bottle of Ribena, and forgot to bring it home from Cold Storage, Takashimaya. crass ass... -grunts- anyways, so i asked them if they remembered which lane they were at, at the check-out, or if they remembered the cashier's name and well no prizes for guessing their answers :) all i can say is, it was a perfect unison :)interesting article from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83214484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83214484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83214484' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-83098993</id><published>2002-10-17T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T11:46:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched a movie yesterday morning - On Thin Ice: The Tai Babilonia Story and decided to go online to check out what it's all about. amazingly, i found this. yup, i didn't expect to :) i was VERY inspired by the movie, it epitomises the saying "you are your own destiny"ever heard Fairground Attraction's Perfect? it was featured in my music lyrics database (which is a very small one) (and only of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83098993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83098993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83098993' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-83007027</id><published>2002-10-15T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T17:47:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you kelvin for signing my guestbook and leaving such a thought-provoking message :)187 killed in Bali blast.. freakin' hell... what's up these terrorists' sleeves? nothing good that's for sure. just caught something on CNA, an interview with Amien Rais by Haseenah Koyakutty, reporter from CNA. by hell, Haseenah shouldn't do broadcast i tell u... all the questions she asked Amien were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83007027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/83007027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83007027' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-82959429</id><published>2002-10-14T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T19:25:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae, so here's the funny :)what's so funny? what i don't get is why it's called Electric New Paper instead of the rightful word, "Electronic".... are they just plain crass or is there some cryptic meaning behind that? *shakes head* no wonder they're labelled the sleaziest tabloid in Singapore.i have a bone to pick with the Singapore press. our Chinese papers &amp; TNP are rather sleazy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82959429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82959429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82959429' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-82786266</id><published>2002-10-10T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T20:41:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn! i just typed a whole loada gafooney n it didn't appear at all! freakin' crap... anyhow i'll start all over again.. =)brought my dog to the clinic this morning for his vaccination. saw all kinds of dogs running around there! my dog? this is what he looks like. looks somewhat like a collie right? but he ain't one. he's a large pomeranian. speaking of which, my mom was in the clinic today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82786266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82786266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82786266' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-82734667</id><published>2002-10-09T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T19:29:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interesting read, although it's a very new blog :)i watched "Courage" on AXN (Channel 19) this afternoon. when i heard the real-life testimonies of the American citizens, it struck a chord in me. Singaporeans are kinda sheltered. myself included. it's like, to see how Bill Pinkney travelled miles across the oceans by himself while staying connected to a bunch of American public school children.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82734667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82734667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82734667' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-82495507</id><published>2002-10-04T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T14:11:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so how's everyone been? been a longggggggggggggg time since i last blogged an entry! have been terribly busy with assignments/projects. guess what?? i finally handed them in! woohoo!went to get a hair-trim yesterday, dave came along to get his hair cut too! now after the hair cut, i think he can pull off a hugh grant! *winks at dave* hehehheh... no, REALLY!so what did u do for the past week??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82495507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82495507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82495507' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-82022738</id><published>2002-09-24T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T09:52:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so how's everyone feeling? no one's leaving comments anymore! *hmph* okae okae, so everyone's kinda busy n stuff yea? =)i  just did another movie critique on The Critics. go check it out sometime. it's a movie definitely worth catching! =)doing my advertising project now, headache! slept at 3.20 a.m this morning. couldn't get to sleep at first n when i finally did, i couldn't really get up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82022738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/82022738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82022738' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-81909576</id><published>2002-09-21T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T20:51:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nat king cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he.old king cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he.interesting play there...makes you wonder who the nursery rhyme was written for...so, did anyone of you take those tests i posted in my last entry? *twiddles thumbs* oh well...last night i slept on my living room couch and was rudely awoken at approximately 2+ a.m </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81909576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81909576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81909576' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-81699160</id><published>2002-09-17T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T09:12:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you a ho? Find out @ She's CraftyYour magical style is Witch. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradoxtest by Leannewhich CCS character are you?Strawberry: 50/100 Pear: 20/100 Banana: 50/100 Tomato: 10/100 Lemon: 0/100 Take the What Fruit Are You? test by Ellen and Aaron!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81699160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81699160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81699160' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-81633596</id><published>2002-09-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T20:52:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is so freakin shitty...just typed a whole load of blogging fodder then *POOF* it vanishes. 12.25am, i'm still up. sounds good. i need to sleep less. don't wanna be all fat n icky from hitting the sack too much. then again, some can argue that i'm ALREADY fat, so it doesn't make 2 hoots of a difference =)okae enough abt me, let's see what we can talk abt today. oh yes, junhao called me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81633596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81633596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81633596' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412250.post-81430889</id><published>2002-09-11T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T09:29:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNHAPPYsigh, i awake this morning with bulging eyes, like they're gonna pop outta their sockets. my heart is an orifice of grief. for half an hour last night, non-stop, i cried my eyes, lungs, heart out... i have no idea why i was so suddenly overcome by that immense, inexplicable grief. perhaps conflicting emotions bottled up over too many moons? repression? unconscious disappointments </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81430889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412250/posts/default/81430889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfoolsong.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81430889' title=''/><author><name>Charmane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482121763380917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
