<?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-5596989</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:47:30.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something about you</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596989.post-112651152244646635</id><published>2005-09-12T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:54:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVED.why? i don't really know. just for fun. see how it checks out. if not, i can always come back here.love`</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112651152244646635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112651152244646635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/09/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112628265786365366</id><published>2005-09-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:17:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he's nice yeah... but he's a dumbfuck.-melindagood god. went out after a century of being a bloody nerd. there is life besides containment and colonisations i see.that's beside the point. was conned into going with elsa, under the impression that there was going to be free drinks and hot guys at viebar. needless to say, we(melinda and i) got quite the opposite.jesus christ. at least their fries </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112628265786365366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112628265786365366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/09/hes-nice-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112594132884992885</id><published>2005-09-06T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:28:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As promised, some pictures from outings. my elsa and me. mr chan. the 'PURE' physics teacher. roses for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112594132884992885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112594132884992885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-promised-some-pictures-from-outings.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112573982270850136</id><published>2005-09-03T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:30:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What’s the worst that I could say.Things are better if I stay So long and goodnight So long and goodnight -mychemicalromanceDrama production is finally OVER.No more drama till november. FINALLY. good god. enough is enough.Sweet barry dear hung out with me till late and sent me home.Thanks boy, what would i do without you. Maybe study more, that's for one.After the drama clean up today, sean, xiao</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112573982270850136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112573982270850136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-worst-that-i-could-say.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112555954919225009</id><published>2005-09-01T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:25:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember Harbor BoulevardThe dreaming days where the mess was madeLook how all the kids have grown, ohWe have changed but we're still the sameAfter all that we've been throughI know we're cool-gwenstefani.My relationship with chij is like that of a BGR.When you're in it, you take for granted the happy moments and the minute something horrible happens, you complain and wish to get out of it.But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112555954919225009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112555954919225009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/09/remember-harbor-boulevard-dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112530695807472557</id><published>2005-08-29T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:15:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>xmen day of the atom : series #157-165. my latest xmen comic. i think i have spent a great deal of my allowance on all my xmen comics (currently amounting to only THREE)next stop : golgotha. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112530695807472557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112530695807472557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/08/xmen-day-of-atom-series-157-165.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112506942886768243</id><published>2005-08-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:17:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart is yours to fill or burst,to break or bury,or wear as jewelery,which ever you prefer.-dashboard confessionals.Fits of hysterical laughter and excessive exercise.The two words i would use to describe our after school activities.Lets take today for instance. Sarah, Vivek, Kenn, Barry, Mel and i went down to the prata house for some much needed curry therapy. The bill for the first time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112506942886768243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112506942886768243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-heart-is-yours-to-fill-or-burst-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112469438075435238</id><published>2005-08-22T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:08:03.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caught up in living my life in the fast laneBlinded by lights, cameras, you know the fameI don't know the reason why I did these things-black eyed peas.Finally back in school after a week of stoning at home recovering from my viral infection. I missed all of you people, cause you guys crack me up.Talked shit with dear hy again. she really is full of crap. Capital mobility and pour OIL. Demand and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112469438075435238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112469438075435238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/08/caught-up-in-living-my-life-in-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112376289343291069</id><published>2005-08-11T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:21:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I more than you bargained for yetI've been dying to tell you anything you want to hearCause that's just who I am this weekLie in the grass, next to the mausoleumI'm just a notch in your bedpostBut you're just a line in a song-falloutboyI hate that thing. that thing that is growing from my thumb.Was picking at it during the entire history lesson with my (god forbid) safety pin. Regretting it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112376289343291069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112376289343291069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/08/am-i-more-than-you-bargained-for-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112349987331542292</id><published>2005-08-08T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:17:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>national day! some perfomances were funny beyond words were others were just less than up to par. went out with mark, maryanne, barry, melissa, daryl, sarah, kenn, huiying and vivek. Ate at cafe cartel and took lots of nonsensical pictures. Bought yet another xmen comic. i swear, xmen-rogue, really rocks my socks. Anyway, without further ado, here's some of the picts taken. daryl and me at cafe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112349987331542292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112349987331542292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-some-perfomances-were.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112338022710580393</id><published>2005-08-07T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T10:03:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> xmen xtreme : intifada.i finally found an xmen comic! i love love love love xmen!Wearing my new shoes yesterday gave me gigantic and hideous blisters.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112338022710580393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112338022710580393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/08/xmen-xtreme-intifada.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112306061270005079</id><published>2005-08-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:20:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Cause I wanted to fly,so you gave me your wingsAnd time held its breath so I could see, yeahAnd you set me free.-michelle branch.She asked me what was my motivation that kept me going.And i didn't know how to answer her.But yesterday, i found it. May you always be my motivation.love`. //just a note to add, natchoy, i swear, the blognames you come up with really amazes me. aircon.blogspot. omg, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112306061270005079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112306061270005079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/08/cause-i-wanted-to-fly-so-you-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112239635845674670</id><published>2005-07-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:45:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday morning rain is fallingSteal some covers share some skinClouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettableYou twist to fit the mold that I am inBut things just get so crazy living life gets hard to doAnd I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knewThat someday it would lead me back to youThat someday it would lead me back to you-maroon five.The late night air is making me sentimental </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112239635845674670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112239635845674670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling-steal_27.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112204260404793349</id><published>2005-07-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:45:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a poem by william blake. I was angry with my friend;I told my wrath - and my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe;I told it not - my wrath did grow.And i watered it in fears;night and morning with my tears.And i sunned it with smiles;and with soft deceitful wiles.And it grew both day and night;till it bore an apple bright.And my foe beheld it shine;and he knew that it was mine.And into my garden</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112204260404793349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112204260404793349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/07/poem-by-william-blake.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112186741776943278</id><published>2005-07-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:50:17.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't you see,There's a feeling that's come over me.Close my eyes,You're the only one that leaves me completely breathless.-michelle branchWas supposed to go to dear mel's place to get my ethnic costume for tmr but the deadly sin of sloth got to me.I swear, nothing makes me happier than lying on my bed just sleeping.That aside, today was relatively normal. With pockets of hilarious shit along the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112186741776943278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112186741776943278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-you-see-theres-feeling-thats-come.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112151426898906338</id><published>2005-07-16T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:44:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fine.-Shakespeare. Yes, chris evans will definitely make heaven look absolutely delicious.On friday, laoshi didn't come for the three period class again.Obviously nobody bothered even to do the homework.Everyone just hung around and did, practically close to nothing.Not unless you count major bitching.Went out with cj</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112151426898906338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112151426898906338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-him-and-cut-him-out-in-little.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112135115049598051</id><published>2005-07-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:25:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of staring at the sunCan't stand the way you burn my eyes so I can't seeStealing every breath I breatheYou push me into overdriveAnd I don't need this kind of light cause now I'm doneYou took everything while I was staring at the sun.-rooster.Just completed my eom. That is, if what i did is correct. The instructions given were so vague, so i just typed it like an AQ. Anyway the results </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112135115049598051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112135115049598051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-tired-of-staring-at-sun-cant-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112089553786731567</id><published>2005-07-09T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:52:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You may find me just a litte strangeI like dancin barefoot in the pouring rainMy mind is racing at the speed of lightI'll dance around youLike a satelite.-pixel perfectPut four hysterically hyper girls in a room with a horror movie screening might just be the best thing ever.Yesterday, melissa, weiqi and maryanne came over to my place for our dose of dvd fantasy.We watched dirty dancing first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112089553786731567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112089553786731567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-may-find-me-just-litte-strange-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112031471987073603</id><published>2005-07-02T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:32:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girls, we've all got oneA night that's special everywhereFrom New York to HollywoodIt's ladies night and girlThe feeling's good-atomic kittenMy feet hurt insanely and  my wallet feels alot lighter.Shopping with brendon was surprisingly successful and we spent hours at shops, just trying on shirt after shirt.Actually, it was more of me, trying them on.Brendon was like my dear bag boy and dress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112031471987073603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112031471987073603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-weve-all-got-one-night-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-112005325534937920</id><published>2005-06-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:54:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right -the beatles. Reality is really setting in for me now. You know when people leave for an overseas trip, you'd think, "hey its alright, you'll see them in a few weeks time."I guess i was thinking along the same lines of that when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112005325534937920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/112005325534937920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-darling-smiles-returning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111978899189199061</id><published>2005-06-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:44:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Save me from this placeHeaven knows I'm fallingFor you, my sweet embraceHeaven KnowsHeaven knows I've been waiting for youWaiting for you-corrinne mayYou know what, i really have nothing to blog.My life is so boring and i have no life.And i just realised that blogger now allows me to post pictures.I think i shall do just that.HS` A star.this pict really makes me laugh whenever i look at it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111978899189199061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111978899189199061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/save-me-from-this-place-heaven-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111919340202896251</id><published>2005-06-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:03:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Along she came, with her picture,Put it in a frame, so I won't miss her,Got on a plane, from to London; Heathrow,It seems such a shame.-busted//jamie.She left. With a hug and tears glistening in both our eyes, she turned and past through the glass doors.A long thirteen hour flight to UK. Seven hour time difference.I miss you. Remember to call. and msg! love`</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111919340202896251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111919340202896251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/along-she-came-with-her-picture-put-it.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111908864558022699</id><published>2005-06-18T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:57:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been one week since you looked at meThrew your arms in the air and said "You're crazy"Five days since you tackled meI've still got the rug burns on both my kneesIt's been three days since the afternoonYou realized it's not my fault not a moment too soonYesterday you'd forgiven meAnd now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry.-barenaked ladies.Yesterday was my dearest elsa welsa's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111908864558022699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111908864558022699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-one-week-since-you-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111891394540372609</id><published>2005-06-16T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:26:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something i got from xiao'an, who in turn got it from chris rock. or was it chris tucker.You know the world is messed up when the world's best rapper is white, the world's best golfer is black, and the tallest guy on the NBA is chinese. Ah, laughter, the best medicine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111891394540372609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111891394540372609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-i-got-from-xiaoan-who-in.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111842263881982393</id><published>2005-06-11T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T00:57:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stranger than your sympathy-googoodolls.I hate the feeling of guilt.Strings that pull at your heart making you regret your decision.There's nothing i can do cause they're gone already.If only i had agreed to go, then maybe this feeling would have ceased to exist.Or maybe not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111842263881982393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111842263881982393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/stranger-than-your-sympathy.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111828946237774909</id><published>2005-06-09T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:57:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>miss scarlett in the billard room with the revolver.In accordance to our pact, alex and leon made dinner for me and elsa yesterday.Alex is the best cook out of all of my friends.His mashed potatos with cheese was so scrumptious elsa ate directly from the ceramic bowl.The steak wasn't too bad either, nicely barbequed on the grill.To top it all off, alex made this rum and lemon ice drink. Pompeepee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111828946237774909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111828946237774909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/miss-scarlett-in-billard-room-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111807134187386094</id><published>2005-06-06T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:22:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All those words your wastingTry to tell yourself you need more time,Whats the point in fakingWhen you know you'll never make it rightYou say your head is blurry, but i can't get you out of mine,i don't mean to cause pressure but i just can't let you go home while you're living this lie.-rooster.Its a conspiracy i tell you!A bloody CONSPIRACY.There i was, standing like an idiot together with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111807134187386094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111807134187386094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-those-words-your-wasting-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111763989253929084</id><published>2005-06-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:36:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll be true, i'll be usefuli'll be cavalier, i'll be yours my dearand i'll belong to youif you'll just let me through.this is easy as lovers go,so don't complicate it by hesitating.and this is wonderful as loving goes,this is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?-dashboard confessional</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111763989253929084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111763989253929084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-be-true-ill-be-useful-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111752079414674409</id><published>2005-05-31T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:49:45.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so tell me why, why are you so shy when you're walking right by i get this feeling inside-joy enriquez.I swear i am in love with teenvogue.Looking at it makes me feel kinda sad.I haven't shopped in ages. ANDI want my flats! Missing my girls from hs badly.I miss the late night bitching about everything under the sun.The alcohol fix and the fashion mishaps.Some things just cannot be replaced.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111752079414674409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111752079414674409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-tell-me-why-why-are-you-so-shy-when.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111744391108849113</id><published>2005-05-30T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:05:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know what it isThat makes me feel like thisI don't know who you areBut you must be some kind of superstar-jameliatoday was great.met up with daryl, sarah, melissa and weiqi for a good dose of prata.After history in school, mel and weiqi came over for some good ol' bitching time.I mean, what else can you do when you put three hyper girls in a room.Ah, nothing completes this day best than a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111744391108849113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111744391108849113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-know-what-it-is-that-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111720845941999794</id><published>2005-05-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:40:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you move you got me hypnotized, especially when I look into his eyes. -wyclef jean feat. claudette.Lost in the deep dark pools of his brown eyes. Okay, this is majorly obessing. Right. MOVING ON.Gp exam today. Lets not talk about it.Caught the jacket today with the people.Wasn't a kind of show that i would watch, but it wasn't that bad.Expected worse. Unique i must say. Haven't seen this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111720845941999794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111720845941999794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-you-move-you-got-me-hypnotized.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111702670772462821</id><published>2005-05-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:11:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You put your lips very closely to my faceAnd then you run away and so begins the chaseI'll be the hunter, but boy, you better pray'Cause when I want ya, I'll get you anywayYou know what I wanna doIt ain't nothing newI'm tired of dropping cluesSo, gonna step to youWill you rise to my occasion?Or will you make me change your station?-mya.Sums up the day doesn't it?Too obvious and too discreet.Who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111702670772462821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111702670772462821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-put-your-lips-very-closely-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111682256892822754</id><published>2005-05-23T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:29:28.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh young hearts run freeNever be hung up, hung up like my man and me, my man and meOoh, young hearts, to yourself be trueDon't be no fool when love really don't love you, don't love youHad a long talk to leon yesterday when he popped over to save me from severe depression and not to mention, boredom.I guess he was right in some aspect of the things we talked about.Never really thought of myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111682256892822754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111682256892822754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-young-hearts-run-free-never-be-hung.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111657919301857789</id><published>2005-05-20T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:46:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He'll tell me I'm the oneAnd we'll have so much funI'll be the girl of his dreams maybe-janet jacksonPerhaps i was not telling the truth when i was talking about my TFGs.Just to look at, nothing more.Now, there might be something other than that. Maybe something more.Its just a feeling inside that i shouldn't be harbouring.The things he does just melts my insides and make me want to know more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111657919301857789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111657919301857789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/hell-tell-me-im-one-and-well-have-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111612431658427506</id><published>2005-05-15T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T10:31:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For someone who went clubbing yesterday, being up at this hour is insane.Unfortunately for me.I have piano at 11.30am and i have to be up to practice, since i'm sorely lacking of it.Yesterday cjc party was crowded beyond words.Indochine was nice and all, but oh my god, it was too bloody crowded.It was just like coccolatte, where cocco was small and crowded.Indochine on the other hand, was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111612431658427506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111612431658427506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-someone-who-went-clubbing.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111603905623119679</id><published>2005-05-14T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T10:50:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I know you're shining down on me from HeavenLike so many friends we've lost along the wayAnd I know eventually we'll be togetherOne sweet day-mariah carey.Feeling extremely undecided about tonight.One part of me wants to go and have fun.The other side tells me to stay home.I don't have anyone to go with! Urk. I don't know.Tests are piling in next week.GP paper on may 26 or 27.Currently i have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111603905623119679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111603905623119679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-i-know-youre-shining-down-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111545424409886612</id><published>2005-05-07T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:24:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what have i gotta do to make you see.-busted.So here i am again, despite the fact that the accumualting pile of homework i have that is still just sitting there, untouched and gathering dust.Doritos really rock my life.Current most probably weight : 4000kg.Soon, my fats in my mid region would be so huge that my feet would never get wet in the rain.The weather is excruciatingly hot.I would love to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111545424409886612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111545424409886612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-have-i-gotta-do-to-make-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111539193486642847</id><published>2005-05-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:05:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see ya lookin at melike im some kind of freakGet up outta your seatwhy dont you do something?-britney spears.Today was the peak of my sore throat.Ever had the feeling that the entire base of your throat was covered in dust?That was exactly how i felt.Boarding a bus filled with dust particles didn't help much either.Today, as part of a god-knows-what program,we had to go down to the officer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111539193486642847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111539193486642847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-see-ya-lookin-at-me-like-im-some.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111529327148662286</id><published>2005-05-05T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T19:41:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never doubt my observations.So far i have a record score of at least five.Don't question my skills. Hah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111529327148662286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111529327148662286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/never-doubt-my-observations.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111520038806755164</id><published>2005-05-04T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:53:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people are just so dang unobservant.It is seriously screaming in your face and yet you overlook it.Oh well.What can i say?That aside, drama production on may 13th.We're supposed to help promote it.I guess putting it here is promoting it.Its not like its gonna help much or anything. Backing up, i'm exhausted.While hy was at her syf, singing soprano, i was annoying everybody with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111520038806755164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111520038806755164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-people-are-just-so-dang.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111512944115044245</id><published>2005-05-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:11:51.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm dead lazy to bother to save the picture somewhere so that in case the designers' bandwidth gets sucked away, i wld still have my pict.but hell no. i'd rather recreate an entire blogskin.My throat hurts.And to think i still want to go club on may14th. Perhaps i'll be cured by then.Just perhaps. Quoted from mark. 'the massive tsuanmi has hit.'Outlines, tutorials, Drqs flooded in after today's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111512944115044245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111512944115044245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-dead-lazy-to-bother-to-save-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111492917970926533</id><published>2005-05-01T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:51:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>// Series one - statsName: Jamie Anastasia Estelle lee JingtingBirthdate: 30th April 1988Current Location: SingaporeHair Color: Brown-blackRighty or Lefty: RightyZodiac Sign: taurus babyInnie or Outtie: Innie// Series two - describeThe shoes you wore today: red reef slippersYour hair: shoulder length layered.Your eyes: big enough to see the screenYour weakness: heights. i scream at tall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111492917970926533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111492917970926533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/series-one-stats-name-jamie-anastasia.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111487719735651743</id><published>2005-05-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:14:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the clock strikes twelve.My birthday is officially over.Farewell sweet sixteen, you've been great.Hello transitional seventeen.Attacked orchard road with elsa in the morning till afternoon.Lazing in cktangs dressing room, digesting 17xlbs, trying on endless clothes.Things that make shopping with elsa fun beyond words.Later, barry called to insist i meet him at heeren's hmv.Thanks for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111487719735651743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111487719735651743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-clock-strikes-twelve.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111469657743125916</id><published>2005-04-28T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:56:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Your Girl, You're My Girl, We All GirlsDon't You To Know That We Love You?-destiny's child.It was a simple night out with the four girls i love the most.Dinner and great company. What else could i ask for?Left my gift in dong's bag.Attempted to call her before realising her phone battery was dead.To: HS A*teamThanks so much for the dior addict2 perfumeI love it. Life without you guys would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111469657743125916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111469657743125916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-your-girl-youre-my-girl-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111418006852823676</id><published>2005-04-25T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:04:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. jamie2. ahmieahmie3. jamsTHREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1. laced with aresenic2. too vague dahhling3. imageTHREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. my taste in specs.2. i pick up things fast3. err, persuasive skills?THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. overly stubborn2. permanent procastinator.3. having folding fats!THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:1. pmsing teachers2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111418006852823676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111418006852823676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/three-names-you-go-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111427029093992744</id><published>2005-04-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:49:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because the world is spinning and I'm still livingIt won't be right if we're not in it togetherTell me that it's overAnd i'll be the first to go-lindsay lohanGabriel Low cannot swim. There, now i've said it and there's nothing you can blackmail me with.Went down to sentosa with sel, dar, gab and ced today.Gossiped with them about a certain girl who has thumb problems.Anyway, the highlight of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111427029093992744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111427029093992744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/because-world-is-spinning-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111417753806042054</id><published>2005-04-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:47:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, you asked me something I thought you knew.So I told you with a smile 'It's all about you'-mcfly.I have observed that in the past, i blogged ten times more often than elsa lim tze joo.However, it has now come to a point where the number of times she blogs far exceeds mine.Must be the writer's, i mean, blogger's block.Today in school, we have come to a conclusion that melissa screams at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111417753806042054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111417753806042054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-you-asked-me-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111381141682544444</id><published>2005-04-18T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:03:36.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And i don't want the world to see mecause i don't think they'd understandwhen everything's made to be brokeni just want you to know who i am-goo goo dolls.Sel says its better to forget than to remember.Well, personally for me, i believe its better to remember.I want to be able to remember what happened on saturday night/sunday morning at mos.From the time period of 12-1am i cannot remember who i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111381141682544444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111381141682544444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-i-dont-want-world-to-see-me-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111371472658972025</id><published>2005-04-17T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:21:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everybody in this bitch getting tipsy.-jkwonTipsy. That exactly is the word used to describe the people in darius' party yesterday.Actually, half of them were more on the drunk side. Pop down to mos with stef and sel and at the beginning it was crap because there was no drinks and nobody was really dancing.Then later, the party really got started.It was bourbon coke, vodka lime, vodka sprite and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111371472658972025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111371472658972025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/everybody-in-this-bitch-getting-tipsy.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111311783622219319</id><published>2005-04-10T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:23:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>history is tough.my outline will be ripped into threads and sent back to redo.aargh!! my brain's gonna pop.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111311783622219319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111311783622219319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/history-is-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111288226900622055</id><published>2005-04-07T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:57:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because of you, the sun will also shine -mac's  school is definitely getting more fun nowdays. The inpromptu 'lets have class outing in town!' Tuesdays gelare pig out. And of course, today was hilarious due to mark's amazingly wonderful essay during chinese. Believe me, its a must read.  The entire class laughed till their tummies and cheeks ached.  Speaking of aches, we had insane mass p.e on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111288226900622055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111288226900622055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/because-of-you-sun-will-also-shine.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111237174327724107</id><published>2005-04-02T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:09:03.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be there for ya To catch you when you fall -color me badd.  The day of the stone. Had proper lessons today after the 'welcoming ceromony'. After that a group of us t10ers went down to stone at lido. Played some random truth or dare while waiting for the rest to come down.  Just before watching miss congenality, hong did his pornstar pose! Looks like shit, please go learn from our dear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111237174327724107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111237174327724107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-will-be-there-for-ya-to-catch-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111226178862772890</id><published>2005-03-31T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T17:36:28.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someday if ever you loved me you'd say its okay. -yellowcard  I feel so tired these days. Its like all the sleep i take doesn't seem to be helping me to fully recover my lost energy. Anyway, had orientation and we went to sentosa! It was pouring insanely but still we had to walk on and play water games. Even after the amazing race where all of us were tired beyond words, we still had the beach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111226178862772890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111226178862772890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/someday-if-ever-you-loved-me-youd-say.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111181130973403542</id><published>2005-03-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T12:33:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walk a lonely roadthe only one that i have ever knownDon't know where it goesBut its home to me and i walk alone.-greendayMy appeal into NYJC was accepted.Now the real thinking begins.Do i really want to stay in CJC?Or do i want to change to another JC?I never know. I need something more. To take the plunge or to stay.Dear God, when i asked for a sign.I was hoping for something more specific. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111181130973403542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111181130973403542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-walk-lonely-road-only-one-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111159031186426465</id><published>2005-03-23T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:05:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But if destiny decides that i should look the other way then the world would never ever know the greatest story ever told. -oliver james.  first day as a cjcian. was relatively okay.  Went out with tricia and claudio after school. Ate chicken rice and met bonnie. Stoned before bonnie left to meet alyssa. Then me and claud dragged tricia to watch the super lame show in which, i quote, "you need to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111159031186426465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111159031186426465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/but-if-destiny-decides-that-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111149187366838004</id><published>2005-03-22T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:12:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm torn between this life i lead and where i stand.-3doors downDecisions. Decisions.Are we always making them?Lets apply the basic economics theory.Unlimited wants + scarcity = choice in turns leads to oppurtunity cost.nanyang jc or catholic jc?Why am i always having to make decisions between my academic duties and my friends?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111149187366838004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111149187366838004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-torn-between-this-life-i-lead-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111116015539341628</id><published>2005-03-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:35:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll touch every star in the sky So this is the miracle i've been dreaming of So this is love. -cinderella disney on ice. was absolutely magical. The princesses and their princes twirled and strut their stuff while the audience awwed. Add a little sparks and smoke and you get a full scale performance. Incredible.  It screams disney from every angle.   coccolatte. Yesterday, met dong, kim, stef </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111116015539341628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111116015539341628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/ill-touch-every-star-in-sky-so-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111103897588153505</id><published>2005-03-17T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:56:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You make me wanna lala in the kitchen on the floor. -ashlee simpson.  I must say, the new placing of the computer has excellent view.  Just over the fence of my new place is the magnificent swimming pool. Excellent, excellent view. I'm sure HS you would know exactly what i mean. yummy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111103897588153505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111103897588153505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-make-me-wanna-lala-in-kitchen-on.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111094998577952481</id><published>2005-03-16T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:13:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody wants to be loved Every once in a while -oliver james.  Its been a hectic week for me. For the past few days, been packing, moving, unpacking and arranging. Exhausting!   Went for cjc rockafella with elsa and her friends. Not exactly the best rock concert i've watched, but it wasn't that bad. There was this really annoying set of girls sitting behind us. They kept on squealing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111094998577952481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111094998577952481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/everybody-wants-to-be-loved-every-once.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111080050384307470</id><published>2005-03-14T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:41:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i moved.  sob. i hate it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111080050384307470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111080050384307470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-111008976371138212</id><published>2005-03-06T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:16:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Think of me babe whenever some sweet talking girl comes along -vitamin cHad a whale of a time at stef's birthday party on friday. First me and dong went to taka to buy her hot pink present then made our way to stef's place. Cand, sam, dong and i helped stef by trying desperately to get the bbq fire ready. Tossing the charcoals, shoving fire starters and fanning insanely. Took us nearly an hour to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111008976371138212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/111008976371138212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/think-of-me-babe-whenever-some-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110991891921098373</id><published>2005-03-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:48:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanna live  don't really care about the things that they say.  -good charlotte  Dragged my lazy ass out of the house to meet dong to shop. Walked around to look for stef's bdae gift,  sadly singapore has such limited shops for that particular gift.  Anyway ate at COFFEEclub express dong is a pig. i went down to get some money and she ate the ENTIRE muddy mud pie. Caught hitch with stef and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110991891921098373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110991891921098373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-just-wanna-live-dont-really-care.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110982398448131136</id><published>2005-03-03T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T12:26:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i believe i can i believe i will -yolanda adams.  I love the smell of rain. There is nothing to describe it, but yet, the smell is distinctive. The water cleans away everything and leaves the ground glistening and clear. It relieves the parched plants and cools the atmosphere. The sound of it trickling down is soothing and makes you feel refreshed.  The olevel craze is slowly dying down, now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110982398448131136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110982398448131136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-believe-i-can-i-believe-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110957362056126279</id><published>2005-02-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:53:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thirteen may as well be the most unluckiest number in the western world. But hell, it's the most beautiful number to me now.  praise the lord, thirteen for my o's is a major accomplishment.  will wonders never cease. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110957362056126279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110957362056126279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/02/thirteen-may-as-well-be-most.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110899983675724376</id><published>2005-02-21T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:30:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe we'll meet in a bar he'll drive a funky car. -janet jackson.  word of mouth. One can never ever underestimate the power of speech. Let me give you an example. How many you have recieved the teaching brochure from the MOE? Recently, there has been rumours that if you have recieved it, means you will be getting &gt;15 for your olevel results. Needless to say, this piece of new has spread like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110899983675724376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110899983675724376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/02/maybe-well-meet-in-bar-hell-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110881360670057176</id><published>2005-02-19T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:49:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't this the best part of breaking up;Finding someone else you can't get enough of.-liz phair.these two days have been funfair galores.on friday was the yjc funfair.Have come to realise that i don't like playing games in stalls and prefer to spend my money on food and various knick knacks to decorate my room with.At least my class' game made a profit.Obviously some people just prefer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110881360670057176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110881360670057176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/02/isnt-this-best-part-of-breaking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110830186102780599</id><published>2005-02-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:37:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with a taste of your lips i'm on a ride. -britney spears.  nat, dong, nicola, stef and dan came over yesterday to gamble at my place. lost two dollars sadly. After they left, played lung cancer with my sister and her friends.  Hilariously fun i must say.  So far been rushing my jc projects which ALL happen to be due on monday. Econs' 2000 word essay, history maps test, gp assignment.  PLUS! 300 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110830186102780599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110830186102780599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/02/with-taste-of-your-lips-im-on-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110803942693647330</id><published>2005-02-10T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:43:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know a girl, who's obessed with a boy. -simple plan.  oh yeah. i do know someone like that. Its totally freaky. Get a life seriously.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110803942693647330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110803942693647330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-know-girl-whos-obessed-with-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110761267655026720</id><published>2005-02-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:11:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its you, doing the impossible. Its you, you're practically unstoppable. -LMNT. Its you.  Things are changing. When we read our friends' blogs, no longer are they writing about things that happened that you knew of. Its new people, new things, new events. How time flies. Been away from IJ for one month.  And i'm nt ashamed to say that i'm actually enjoying life in yj. Though some of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110761267655026720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110761267655026720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-you-doing-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110735990819979173</id><published>2005-02-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:58:28.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want you and your beautiful soul. -jesse mccartney. beautiful soul.  bugger, my eyelids are weighing a ton but the founding fathers of rejects (FFR) are refusing to let me to go to sleep. Seriously, our conversation can start from hair, to girls, to guys, to gays, to psycho weridos, yjc and then back to hair.  This kind of late night msning is seriously taking a toll on my sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110735990819979173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110735990819979173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-want-you-and-your-beautiful-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110717389634104290</id><published>2005-01-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:18:16.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what took you so long, what took you all night, what took you forever to see i'm right. -emma bunton. what took you so long.First day of the permanent CT. P23 is not T13! I miss all of you T13rejs!  Sure, we made friends and all, but still, the feeling is strange. Not slacking by the couch, not pigging out in the canteen... So what if we did meet up in the library for an hour. I need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110717389634104290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110717389634104290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-took-you-so-long-what-took-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110697280166911204</id><published>2005-01-29T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:26:41.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the pics are up. still awaiting for more from nisha and agnes, so i'll put them up soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110697280166911204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110697280166911204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/pics-are-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110692076003865524</id><published>2005-01-28T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:59:20.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boyu provides the facts, chin kheng distorts them and i publish them! So welcome to the Magesh Times! -magesh.  Had a long day spending time with my wonderful T13rejs/acids. econs was boring as usual. Had some bloody test for chemistry which i totally just guessed. Great I'm going to fail math, chem and econs. Brilliant. Just brilliant. Chinese was just showing off some video which i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110692076003865524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110692076003865524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/boyu-provides-facts-chin-kheng.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110674386208137600</id><published>2005-01-26T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:51:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Police: You should get some help with that. Brian: Sir, I'm the president of the electronics club, the mathemathics club and the chess club. If there is a bigger nerd in here, please point him out. -the day after tomorrow.   Watched that show for GP today. OMG! It was so good! Was practically squirming around in my seat during all the thrilling scenes. Probably annoyed the hell out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110674386208137600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110674386208137600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/police-you-should-get-some-help-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110665207872209044</id><published>2005-01-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:21:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and all the boys and all the girls who never seem to get it on, they save it for later you see. -splendor. save it for later.  i'm addicted to cappucino. Yes, i don't care if everybody says its a waste of money, its just half a cup of coffee and milk etc.. I still love it. Its my early morning fix. Screw the kilos. I LOVE CAPPUCINO.  Chin was complaining on how sad and boring his life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110665207872209044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110665207872209044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-all-boys-and-all-girls-who-never.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110648856214054558</id><published>2005-01-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:56:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dance around in my underwear -mulan 2  finally hung out with stef, dong, kim and natchoy yesterday! Together, we gossiped and complain over pizza. Pizza, coke, chicken, sushi and great company. Dinner was never so yummy.  Curled up on stef's extremely comfy sofa and talked some more. Useless kim fell alseep at 2am while me, dong and stef continued talking non stop till 5am. Stef forced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110648856214054558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110648856214054558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/dance-around-in-my-underwear-mulan-2.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110622596606774334</id><published>2005-01-20T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:59:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't you dare close your eyes. -aladdin.  Most of the T13Rej ponned school today! mag and chin are just bums agnes at least went to an open house. Left me, rach, nish and rudy in school.  Still hating my annoying CT. She enjoys blowing up stories and making us sound like criminals. Excuse me, we were almost 2m away from the fence, how can you say we were caught CLIMBING the fence.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110622596606774334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110622596606774334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-you-dare-close-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110613147867997763</id><published>2005-01-19T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:44:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's always that one person who will always have your heart. -usher, my boo.  sometimes i wonder. Is it a gift? Or just that we are too observant? When we walk down the streets of Orchard Road, we can tell which girls are from IJ, and which are definitely not. Like what happened on gloria's blog, i happened to spy someone donning the chij uniform. And i am very sure, that that girl.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110613147867997763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110613147867997763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/theres-always-that-one-person-who-will.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110604843535414658</id><published>2005-01-18T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:40:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>way of the future. -howard hughes. the aviator.darius is gone.off to the land of the down under where he will be till he is done with his course.met sheena and bren before going down to changi.Actually went to buy condoms for him in guardian.Farewell was abit teary, was sad to see him leave.He made it worse by always turning around to wave.Hope he takes care of himself..and the box.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110604843535414658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110604843535414658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/way-of-future.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110579948470180660</id><published>2005-01-15T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:31:24.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even fell for that stupid love song. -kelly clarkson  After being a nerdy nerdy girl these few days, i finally went down to town again. On friday, after school, went down to novena to meet clarissa loupo, simone and sim's bf - my fellow yishuner - chris. Went down to eat at lips. Yum! mashed potato with bologanise sauce rocks big time.  Then we walked around and just talked rubbish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110579948470180660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110579948470180660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/even-fell-for-that-stupid-love-song.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110560340245525178</id><published>2005-01-13T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:03:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i like about you. you hold me tight. -Lillix.  my legs are so wobbly! played tennis with rudy and rachel today! Contary to what dong said, i now CAN play a little tennis. Rach gave me a crash course in two hours and forced me to hit against the wall. After that we played together for awhile before Rudy and I sent all three of her tennis balls over the fence and into the indian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110560340245525178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110560340245525178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-i-like-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110551533680489824</id><published>2005-01-12T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T15:36:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someday my prince will come.-snow white. 1938.Yes, been relieving my childhood by watching disney classics.And i don't care what everybody says, i'm going to watch DISNEY PRINCESSES ON ICE!Come on celestine! Lets go get tickets and scream estatically when our favourite princesses pop on to the ice.YAY BELLE!!Skipped school again today because the doctor gave me a 2day MC.After all, why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110551533680489824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110551533680489824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/someday-my-prince-will-come.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110543324999006577</id><published>2005-01-11T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:47:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>urghhh! Yesterday was a horrible day. School was fun and all, yeehowe, kokloong, magesh, agnes and i were thinking of ways to skip p.e. That was until we found out we had to scan our ezlink card before we leave. What the !$@#%@^. Wasn't feeling well so me and tiff sat back and watched the girls do p.e. They had to stretch, run three rounds and cool down. Poor guys had to run six rounds and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110543324999006577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110543324999006577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/urghhh-yesterday-was-horrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110519789508320740</id><published>2005-01-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:24:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hah i'm blogging so faithfully. must be my lack of things to do. No wait, more like my avoidance of certain econs homework.  went out with prophet magesh today. apparently chin and agnes have decided to bake cookies and cakes. nvrmind, its a private joke. Caught meet the fockers as everyone has been telling me its a great show. Was quite funny, the baby jack kinda looks too old for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110519789508320740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110519789508320740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/hah-im-blogging-so-faithfully.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110510739980388408</id><published>2005-01-07T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:16:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So damn fucking tired hung out with magesh, chin and agnes today again slacked at the library with them and started gossiping abt shit. Chin is so lazy. Told him to attend lectures but he kept saying tired. Pig. Ponned math lecture and played games with them in the library's basement.  Had to choose a cca today me and dong picked floorball! Looks quite fun but aiyah, hell just join. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110510739980388408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110510739980388408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-damn-fucking-tired-hung-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110502047932560519</id><published>2005-01-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T22:07:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm going to die. [tears out already thinning hair and faints]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110502047932560519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110502047932560519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-think-im-going-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110492623851291741</id><published>2005-01-05T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:57:18.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had official lectures today! econs is dead boring, my god. Physics, another dead boring subject. Yee howe, seated next to me, was trying to make me love his favourite subject. yeehowe: its interesting! you study blahhblahh jamie: errr, no its not. its stupid boring blahhhh  Geog on the other hand was extremely good miss aisha was extremely vocal and made herself out there. Showed us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110492623851291741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110492623851291741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/had-official-lectures-today-econs-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110484881736571177</id><published>2005-01-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:26:57.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after reviewing some of my friend's blog and listen to my younger sister talk about her day in ijtp, i started to feel a little sad. I'm really beginning to miss ijtp. All the little things like running for assembly in the main block, being surrounded with friends, quening up for expensive unappetizing food in the canteen, being in an all girls' enviroment where you can just talk about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110484881736571177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110484881736571177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-reviewing-some-of-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110475795088668215</id><published>2005-01-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:12:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>orientation at yjc ended at 5.30. 5.30!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nearly died of exhaustion there, and to think i want to take four a levels. Its like, jamie, just dig a home now.  You can just live there.  Made new friends! jeannette, agnes and liu qian. Haha agnes is like me, we were looking at the schedule and saying,  "i think we shall pon school." YAY! there is a least one person like me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110475795088668215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110475795088668215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2005/01/orientation-at-yjc-ended-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110450678148723176</id><published>2004-12-31T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:26:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally home from sunny dusty dirty bangkok. The news of the tsunami only arrived when we were on the plane. Seriously devastating news. My dad says that the six girls on the front page of the straits times are dead. Well, i guess that makes 13 on the death toll for singapore. Every where across asia, they are toning down the new year celebration. In bangkok, the hotel that we stayed are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110450678148723176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110450678148723176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110360650845687865</id><published>2004-12-21T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:21:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck. is this how a hangover feels like. chionging was fun dong, kim, nat you guys were missing out free entrance. free flow of drinks.  for a party of 50, darius opened about 10bottles bourbon coke everybody! cheers!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110360650845687865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110360650845687865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2004/12/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110334420634529782</id><published>2004-12-18T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:32:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for sean's bbq yesterday,well, its is now universally acknowledged that the confirmants in st mikes '04 cannot barbeque for nuts.For instance, the otah caught fire and was burnt to crisp,the satay turned black and stone hard,the guys simple chucked it into the charcoal.Skewered crabmeat was so revolting,and the chicken wings fell off their skewers. Fortunately for us, the carol 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even threatened to call me back if i hung them up.  evil i tell you, EVIL!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110316775068669171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110316775068669171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2004/12/kim-and-dong-are-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110299246167824041</id><published>2004-12-14T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T10:47:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right, i have put up my america trip pictures already. so all of you who wants to take a peek at it, its up there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110299246167824041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110299246167824041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2004/12/right-i-have-put-up-my-america-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110283202301935304</id><published>2004-12-12T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:13:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back from america! let me see if i can cover the important details of the trip before i collapse on my bed.  day one. flew 7hrs to japan and 10hrs to america. the weather wasn't that bad, it was just kinda like air con temperature. america is behind singapore by 16 hours, so if we wanted to find out singapore time, just take america time, add four hours, change the am to pm or vice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110283202301935304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110283202301935304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-back-from-america-let-me-see-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110181176995992516</id><published>2004-11-30T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T18:49:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got my apple ipod today its the 20GB one and white in colour apparently all the shops at funan seemed to be out of stock only south asia somethg had it.  anyway, my mom had major spring cleaning today she wanted me to empty out all my books in my study area. crazy.my study area is filled to the brim with books. can't imagine there was a time i was excited to see new books. so much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110181176995992516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110181176995992516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2004/11/got-my-apple-ipod-today-its-20gb-one.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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-5596989.post-110157296612353621</id><published>2004-11-28T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T00:30:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>graduation pics up.its up there!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110157296612353621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110157296612353621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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it today grabbed hold on my neighbour and we popped down to watch it the show was okay, not bad better than expected it to be though  later in a spur of the moment, celest and i decided to walk home after walking a few bus stops later it started to drizzle what a way to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110148623097187223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596989/posts/default/110148623097187223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfection-image.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-youre-going-to-drown-me-in-sixteen.html' title=''/><author><name>-jamie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01609885107617365159</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>
