<?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-10432438</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:18:17.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bLoggEr LoNEr</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>609</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-5206854176589304088</id><published>2010-08-13T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:49:27.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>是不是你們真的比較疼大陸的歌迷？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼？潘俊佳，為什麼？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼大陸的網誌不一樣？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5206854176589304088?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5206854176589304088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5206854176589304088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4892527409259016350</id><published>2010-02-08T05:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:33:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carina is an idiot</title><content type='html'>Seriously, everytime I want to vent my emotions or just keep a memory away, I go straight to wretch, only to remember that I have to blog there in chinese for otherwise most of the people won't get it. Or they have to make sure a dictionary is at reach. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Cari to 6G's gathering at Ms Wee's house (God knows what were we doing at some other class's gathering) but went down to Orchard first so that we can pick a present for her... erm.. other half... I was in slippers but that girl made me go into places like Burberry, LV, Gucci and sorts. Screw you honey (but you know I love you too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her a good dressing down on what I think of her other half and pray to myself that she knows what she is getting into. Well, she does. And she don't care. Great, if anything happens, I will take a minute to laugh at her before lending her my shoulder. Finally picked something at Agnes B (my favourite!) and that girl brought me into Swarovski which I almost wanted to die for because I just cannot get enough of blings. And that's what Swar is filled with. Blings. There's this clean bracelet for sale that you can pick your charms to match it with. Excellent. Tempted me like mad, drove me crazy but I managed to remain sane enough to detach myself from the counter before I bring my card out. Dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Casablanca and it was awkward. I don't know the girls well, even in pri sch days and half the boys couldn't recognize me. Damn. But eventually I managed to open up cause of Xavier, Zhiwei &amp;amp; Lester. I almost laughed my head off when I asked Lester "Were we the same height in pri sch?" and he answered in a matter-of-factly manner "Nope, I was shorter than you." And I couldn't recall at all that he was in my Pri 3 class. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bball back at the basketball court and as usual, I got laughed at my stupidity in sports. I enjoy it but sucks at it. Can I just stay at the side of the court the next time round instead of providing myself as an entertainment? Found out that Xavier's working at Mediacorp right now and interested to advance to Taiwan too. Shared with him my experience. Hope he really comes. Taiwan's a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice-cream cravings and Cari brought me home to feed me. Met up her mum who seems to remember me. Okay, I was abit hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home cause I needed to hear all about MP's stuff from Miss Lu~ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4892527409259016350?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4892527409259016350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4892527409259016350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/carina-is-idiot.html' title='Carina is an idiot'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6384632981751346301</id><published>2010-02-04T05:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:05:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard that Polo Boys is entering the HongKong market! Awesome! Now my name will be screened on HK TV... I like! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I came back from Taiwan, I let my little life revolved around Magic Power, my favourite band ever.... Note: BAND... They really are one... not the usual boyband that we are talking about... Guess I kinda upgraded myself.. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great music, great looks, great personality. What's not to like? I'm especially in love with Chris (Or better known as 嘎嘎) who is one of the duo lead singers in the band (Yup! This is one of the reasons why they are special! They aspires to be the Linkin Park in Asia... LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434140627260894770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/S2nyG_NnbjI/AAAAAAAAATE/vHVG24MUj4s/s320/4b48c0a550375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris is the one on the utmost right..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left to Right: DJ鼓鼓 - Bass 凱開 - Drum 阿翔 - Vocal 廷廷 - Guitar 雷堡 - Vocal 嘎嘎&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are really extremely talented... All the songs in the CD were composed by 廷廷 and everything else was done by the rest. Cool or what?&lt;/p&gt;Their albums can be found in Spore now.. Dear people, go get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6384632981751346301?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6384632981751346301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6384632981751346301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/heard-that-polo-boys-is-entering.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/S2nyG_NnbjI/AAAAAAAAATE/vHVG24MUj4s/s72-c/4b48c0a550375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-607500521973298382</id><published>2009-12-05T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:28:04.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter in taipei</title><content type='html'>There must be something in the winter air that brings the mood down in all humans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels empty despite having my life stuffed full of activities.. If I want, I swear I can fill all of my 24hours without a sweat... But there's just something in the winter air that puts in a pinch of sadness to everything I do. There's just constantly something missing in my life that I have no explaination for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-607500521973298382?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/607500521973298382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/607500521973298382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-in-taipei.html' title='winter in taipei'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5611402278004757620</id><published>2009-10-31T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:15:57.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Once again, I did it... I surprised myself by liking u... But like always, I threw myself into a hole so deep that I dunno if I will get out of it... Its so much easier to forget if you are not by my side constantly but unfortunately, you are... You are part of the gang.. no denial.. I cannot run away from the fact that I have to hang out so closely with you every so often.. I have to see you in class everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby, why do I have to be your best girl fren? Since when I messed up the line between the boyfren materials n e fren materials? Why did someone have to remind me how special u r to me and then shock me into finding out tt im just any other girl to u? Why are taiwan boys so sweet to girls but yet has never liked them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought u were different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wan to be ur supper pal every night, anymre... I dun wan to accompany u for dinner every nite.. Its driving me crazy to spend all those times with u alone but all u wan me as is a fren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its upsetting me alright... no doubt.. damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5611402278004757620?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5611402278004757620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5611402278004757620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8637482334125680328</id><published>2009-10-26T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:26:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan</title><content type='html'>I used to think that my wretch blog is where i run to, my secret hiding place where i cn say whatever i want... because most pple dunno that place n even if they found out, half of them probably wun understand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, instead, its the one open to all and this is where i have to hide.. n speak e truth, or speak e hidden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like u.. I really do.. I enjoy hanging out with u alot and despite all the suaning, I still like u.. I dunno if u feel e same way but i think u might.. cause if u dun, u wldnt have had such a big reaction... actually, i dunno... taiwan boys are hard to tell... damn it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8637482334125680328?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8637482334125680328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8637482334125680328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/jordan.html' title='Jordan'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4236193250695624109</id><published>2009-09-29T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:30:14.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I missed First Class Sr 2 wrap party...&lt;br /&gt;I missed Red Thread Makan Session...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Polo Boys AND First Class Sr 2 premiere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss my work at Mediacorp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4236193250695624109?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4236193250695624109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4236193250695624109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-missed-first-class-sr-2-wrap-party.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1446472904024975329</id><published>2009-09-20T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:34:44.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIN CHAN!!!</title><content type='html'>The author of my favourite cartoon, Crayon Shin-chan is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad!! What am I gonna do without crayon shin-chan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1446472904024975329?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1446472904024975329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1446472904024975329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/shin-chan.html' title='SHIN CHAN!!!'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5847593252224213718</id><published>2009-09-15T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:00:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss home... All thanks to Lee Yu Ting that woman!! ARGHHHHH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5847593252224213718?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5847593252224213718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5847593252224213718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-home.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-3571563602422726395</id><published>2009-09-13T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:16:17.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from camp with all the foreign students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the groups in camp were named after cartoon characters and i was very sad that i was not allocated to 蠟筆小新... =(... Was in some stupid grp called 喜羊羊與大灰狼... I don't even know what kind of cartoon is that!! Was in that group for 2 days.. but still dunno what it is.. Haha!! Gonna go check it out on youtube later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my group was very un-enthu at first... Actually, its only the girls.. the guys were pretty good... but eventually we managed to turn enthu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a korean in my grp!! Hahaha... and a Japanese in the next grp!! XD.. We keep making use of e korean to gain points.. wahahahaha... so evil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we managed to win best drama, number 1 in one of e games, and No.2 overall!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... cnt b bothered to type anymre.. im tired out... byebye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I was attempting to wash my clothes just now before I realised that washing your clothes needs 33mins and drying it out using a dryer needs 40mins... DAMN IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3571563602422726395?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3571563602422726395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3571563602422726395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-camp-with-all-foreign.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5727828471120121795</id><published>2009-09-07T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:13:56.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostel~!</title><content type='html'>I went to register for my hostel today! Finally saw how my hostel looks like... Saw my first roommate.. Her name is Monkey... XD... She's from Macau and she's cool.. Apparently, I will have another Malaysian and Hong Kong-er as my room-mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with sis and friends today to buy all my daily necessities... I'm a happy girl!! Haha... So satisfied with everything I bought.. Haha.. I spent $100 on the first day~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall move in to hostel officially tomorrow... I'm a happy girl... wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5727828471120121795?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5727828471120121795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5727828471120121795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/hostel.html' title='Hostel~!'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-969791374419551064</id><published>2009-09-06T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:04:17.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Taiwan for 4 years... my home for 4 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEEEEEEEE~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-969791374419551064?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/969791374419551064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/969791374419551064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-taiwan-for-4-years.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8083848282713156119</id><published>2009-09-03T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:23:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRACES REMOVED!!</title><content type='html'>I am getting really lazy to blog despite me being nicely busy because I have been meeting up with all my frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today is a day worth remembering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REMOVED MY BRACES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8083848282713156119?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8083848282713156119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8083848282713156119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/braces-removed.html' title='BRACES REMOVED!!'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-9031823409848279885</id><published>2009-08-19T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:54:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>600th post!!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations on my 600th post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth hurts... badly... braces are killing me... i don't think i have met anyone else with 3 rubberbands in their mouth... e pain is insane... i just wanna remove my entire mouth.. = =+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gums are swollen... and I noticed that my gumline is turning black... they look like bloodt clots.. = =+..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dentist is abit too anxious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-9031823409848279885?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/9031823409848279885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/9031823409848279885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/08/600th-post.html' title='600th post!!'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6540832879559056773</id><published>2009-08-09T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:29:18.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritation</title><content type='html'>Joanne is irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne is VERY irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated by that guy who is going to the same school as her, whom she barely knows but has just bought the same day same flight airticket as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you ok? I don't even consider you my friend. So why are you clinging on to me?? Didn't you say that you are bloody familiar with taipei? Then stop asking me to go on every single expenditure with you! Like doing the visa, health checkup and even buying airtickets! I'm not interested in doing anything with you! Stop making it seems like we are friends going on a trip together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6540832879559056773?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6540832879559056773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6540832879559056773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/08/irritation.html' title='irritation'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-48553571145862892</id><published>2009-07-13T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:11:07.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill me</title><content type='html'>really... kill me... just kill me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or let me leave... ASAP...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-48553571145862892?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/48553571145862892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/48553571145862892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/kill-me.html' title='kill me'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1320802056367166850</id><published>2009-07-10T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:35:16.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck mum</title><content type='html'>I feel like all my emotions have been stripped off me. I cried till the tears run no more. I'm having a heavy head and everything is a blur. My eyes are half their usual size and I see less. Even breathing feels like a difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the way destiny is. Maybe its the way things work. I made my mistake long ago when I first decided that I want to have a drama to call my own. I shouldn't have made my dreams so close to my sister's. Its my own fault. I should have gone into Accounting or something. Or chose the JC route when I was stuck between Poly and JC. Maybe by now, I will be in NUS or NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have studied my Japanese hard enough to go to Japan for my further studies instead. I wish my sister was not in Taiwan but somewhere else. Then, I will be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just wish I was the first born. Or maybe wishing that I was born into another family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can run away from the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mum. Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1320802056367166850?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1320802056367166850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1320802056367166850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-mum.html' title='fuck mum'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1066160209246018983</id><published>2009-07-08T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:32:31.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bitch</title><content type='html'>Has been damn lazy lately ever since I wrapped First Class Sr 2. This is the first time I wrapped a project without any misses for it. Okay, maybe I will miss e ADs but definitely not the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformatted my com after it gave me a blue screen problem the other day. I lost everything but managed to save the computer. I guess that's good enough as I cannot afford to spend such a huge amount on another laptop at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, updates for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6th July 2009 Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet the First Class ADs for dinner [plus Anthony sans Princess]. Ate at Coffee Club at Marina Square. Took a few group photos. Will post them up when I feel not so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to SubStation to watch Jolene's film. It's very good and quite obviously quite expensive to produce. However, the end product is excellent so I bet Jolene thinks its worth it. Hanged out with Jolene, Huixun &amp;amp; Xuelin at Starbucks after that and chatted for really really long. Most of it being complaints. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7th July 2009 Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Siim ynn to go on to the Singapore Flyer! My first time there. Haha! Its actually quite fun but I admit the romantism feel is totally not there cause there were quite a bit of pple in the capsule. Haha. Had Popeye's for dinner which was good. Ynn wanna go US to further her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she needs to quickly get approval first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th July 2009 Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point to help Yodelyn for the Bioskin show. Pumped lots of balloons... &gt;_&lt;... was very much surprised to know that Dasmond is the host for the show, together with Jeff Wang. Stupid Dasmond keep disturbing me again. So irritated with him. Screamed tt nasty nickname he had for me in front of everyone in Jurong Point. = =+...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1066160209246018983?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1066160209246018983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1066160209246018983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-bitch.html' title='lazy bitch'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2146226974075584239</id><published>2009-06-23T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:51:54.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shih Hsin University</title><content type='html'>I realise that I cannot pre-prepare for my university stuff because I have alot of things that is not around with me and I don't have the necessary information. SO irritating... because alot of things will be crammed in the last 2 weeks of Aug, which is probably the last 2 weeks before me flying off... DAMN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the education loan also alot of problems... TSK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please please... dun let anything happen to cause me NOT be able to go... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2146226974075584239?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2146226974075584239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2146226974075584239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/shih-hsin-university.html' title='Shih Hsin University'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1034703249624470081</id><published>2009-06-18T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:04:12.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan, here i come!!</title><content type='html'>I don't want to make this a big thing yet because although i got accepted, there's still a long list of things to be done and if i screw up any of the processes, i might not be able to go... but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO SHIH HSIN UNIVERSITY OF TAIWAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE GOING TAIWAN TO STUDY IN SEPTEMBER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is if all goes well... oh well, only certain pple who i wanna tell and certain pple who i shld tell know... lets wait till confirmation b4 this goes on facebook... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1034703249624470081?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1034703249624470081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1034703249624470081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/taiwan-here-i-come.html' title='taiwan, here i come!!'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4847498633296628209</id><published>2009-06-07T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:35:16.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night safari trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm too tired to upload all the photos from Science centre trip and First Class shoot... so i shall type a post that photos will be posted after too... Night Safari!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to night safari but left quite early... Thanks to Gordon for coming with me even though he's bushed from trainings... I love u, darling!! Hahaha... (and no! we r NOT dating.. this is just e way we talk..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978852709356354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si0t8pe3U0I/AAAAAAAAARk/CEQWt5tCJXU/s320/IMG_5746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a lot of animals... magnificent... haha.. i love the otters the most! why? because they love me!! Haha... they were across a little moat kind of thing... then even though there were quite a few visitors watching them, they were focussed on me!! Hahaha.. Gordon noticed it first... Cause I was walking left and right to reach between gordon and the information board... they were either swimming left and right with me or following me with their heads.. XD... so me n gordon did an experiment... i just walk a short distance and turn suddenly, they just followed me!! Haha... so cute!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a kind of deer that's e smallest hoofed animal on earth. Its actually about the size of a chinchilla onli!! so cute!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979806707638306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si0u0LZx4CI/AAAAAAAAARs/ruyrcXTaoQs/s320/IMG_5750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a guy in night safari that i thought was quite cute... then when we came out in e open, to e shops n all... we saw him again! Then i = =+... e dark gave me a disillusion.. i swear... XD... let's just say that this kind of things happened alot at clubs... hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look wat we found in the shops!! super cute caps with stuffed animals on them.. XD... i swear nobody will dare to wear that out.. really...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344980384815335682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si0vV1BZSQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/N2zu-b0hxDI/s320/IMG_5751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ate B&amp;amp;Js... Gordon had his fav chocolate fudge brownie... i swear i will never forget your fav flavour again.. so i wun do so badly at e next test... XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly remember i promised jieying to create those kind of "how well do you know me?" test and i hadnt done it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was toking to jiemei today and i asked him whether he's gonna stay in a hostel... he said most probably.. i was so sad!! if he moves away, i wun have anyone to call when i wanna eat dinner or supper!! how can?? i dun call anybody else one lor!! i onli call my jiemei!! then i started ranting to him abt him being an asshole and all... then it hit me that there might be a possibility that i wun b in singapore by then... hehe... then i became e guilty party.. = =+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz... going to chiong shoot soon... jiayou wor!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4847498633296628209?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4847498633296628209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4847498633296628209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-too-tired-to-upload-all-photos-from.html' title='night safari trip'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si0t8pe3U0I/AAAAAAAAARk/CEQWt5tCJXU/s72-c/IMG_5746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-4883712436722992688</id><published>2009-06-01T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:11:05.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>science centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si03cir2CGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3QS5PyOKYxM/s1600-h/IMG_5587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344989296245213282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si03cir2CGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3QS5PyOKYxM/s320/IMG_5587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to Science Centre early in the morning!! wooohoooo... it felt like some kind of excursion or learning trip... something which i hadnt done for really long!! met up with jieying n kaixian at science centre then had Macdonalds for lunch b4 heading in... bought the whole package that comes with the Da Vinci exhibition too... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun playing with all the things in Science centre!! hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986066574556482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si00gjOWvUI/AAAAAAAAASE/thvxwkzD6gU/s320/IMG_5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986365686027202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si00x9gFk8I/AAAAAAAAASM/17KHN71Ta3U/s320/IMG_5533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986535117464562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si0070rsI_I/AAAAAAAAASU/Nz9dqKS_UkI/s320/IMG_5535.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986745733545442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si01IFSefeI/AAAAAAAAASc/yEXJcPiAv80/s320/IMG_5536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;look!! I solved The T Puzzles! Apparently, its a kind of puzzle that looks easy but is very difficult... haha... it is very tricky too... but so fun to solve it!! And I solved both!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986972056673138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si01VQaHW3I/AAAAAAAAASk/Fa_qhULpkFk/s320/IMG_5550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344987425207953266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si01vohzJ3I/AAAAAAAAASs/ds0T48wAnPk/s320/IMG_5553.JPG" border="0" /&gt; jieying and kaixian solved a singapore map puzzle which they said was very easy... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344987748814128738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si02CeDhhmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3l2qoJWnv4k/s320/IMG_5554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After science centre, rushed off immediately to meet the Polo Boys pple at Fort Canning, in support of Adrian's new play "Much Ado About Nothing"... Alot of us were there... Had an awesome picnic.. The play's actually quite light-hearted and funny despite being an adaptation from Shakespears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a call from Clement in the middle of the play, asking to meet up... I so long never see my didi le!! But cause it was really late already and I have work the next day, Clement decided to come Dhoby Ghaut to find me then accompany me home! Haha... Mind you, that boy just booked out from Changi camp and could have taken the green line straight back to Jurong East! haha... unfortunately, he didnt send me straight home too... cause his gf called him so he had to go yew tee meet pple... XD...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that just marks e best day of my life! I'm so tired now that I can't really go into much details... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4883712436722992688?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4883712436722992688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4883712436722992688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-tired-to-blog-n-upload-photos.html' title='science centre'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/Si03cir2CGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3QS5PyOKYxM/s72-c/IMG_5587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-3149490508291920705</id><published>2009-05-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:12:05.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick &amp;amp; sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so lethargic that its crazy... dunno wats wrong with me also... = =+...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3149490508291920705?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3149490508291920705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3149490508291920705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7965338608605006222</id><published>2009-05-25T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:30:11.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a damn shiok day..</title><content type='html'>I had an entire day of mahjong today!! Shiok! So long never touch tiles le... lost abit of money.. like about $3 bucks in total? But totally worth it because I started playing ever since I woke up.. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawei, Zhiyang and his friend came to my doorstep exactly at 12pm today and I was still asleep.. = =+... they woke me up with the door bell.. haha... Got a huge shock of my life... Zhiyang's sec sch fren is HoungJun! My pri sch fren! *drop jaws*... such a coincidence~~~~... woodlands is so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, played abit then zhiyang said he had to go off at 6plus cause he has another session at his house.. end up his fren cannot make it from JB so me n jiawei went to take over... so 3 of us took bus over to zhiyang's house.. XD... Round 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw 2 of zhiyang's frens... both of em r very guai type... XD... we play VERY SMALL... and this is e first time i played mahjong with REAL money instead of chips... XD... can u imagine exchanging 10cents n 20cents over e table? XD... its quite an experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the boys looked alot like Mr L... totally reminded me of him... but his character is the complete opposite lar.. XD... one is guai, decent and very lame... another one is haughty, kaobei and smart... =P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, went on msn... talked to xinyuan aka max on msn... said alot of things tt i always wanted to... its soooooo good to let everything out... although i was over it for quite some time le... but i still like to clarified things out... alot of stuff... feels good... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on overall, today is such a satisfying dayyyyyyyy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今、自分の事が好き～　自分は終に寛恕～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7965338608605006222?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7965338608605006222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7965338608605006222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-damn-shiok-day.html' title='today is a damn shiok day..'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4927155608715968703</id><published>2009-05-24T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:08:50.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>撐腰</title><content type='html'>was at SSLS whole day... everytime reach SSLS, i dunno to laugh or cry... over the telephone item when we r rehearsing, Desmond just HAVE to suan me one leh... cannot tahan lor... then everytime he made e entire studio pple laugh... onli i dunno whether to laugh or cry... now e entire studio pple all noe me by my nick name liao lor... summre he manage to come up with new ones every week... = =+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday was watching 大學生了沒 and they mentioned about 羅志祥's 撐腰 dance... didnt noe wat it was but it looked cute when they did it.. so went to search for e MV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its e most creative MV I have watched!! So sweet lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IINH8MHxaqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IINH8MHxaqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got quite alot of big shots in the MV... its very very funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a live version with 大S in 舞林大道...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMo7H2YY5Eo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMo7H2YY5Eo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the clean version without all the camera cuts... good for pple who wanna learn em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtmoQFwxowA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtmoQFwxowA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4927155608715968703?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4927155608715968703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4927155608715968703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_24.html' title='撐腰'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1236872744158452831</id><published>2009-05-22T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:58:42.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恋のＡＢＯ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally opened my copy of 恋のＡＢＯ after having it for nearly a month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really cannot watch NEWS leh... E moment I see em, I will giggle like some weirdo in front of my computer screen. I was watching the Diamond Party DVD that comes with the single today when my mum came home... She was "= =+"ing at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338599653788880018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/ShaEGZocDJI/AAAAAAAAARE/Oj4lUAzTR9w/s320/snapshot20090522165757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hubby so funny~! He's wearing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ear mic! Haha... so different from everyone else..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338600076479136002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/ShaEfARpgQI/AAAAAAAAARM/364aEBsWwtg/s320/snapshot20090522171033+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My hubby and Keichan kajiaoing with weird poses when P was singing.. i really LOL lor.. i didnt noe tt massu cn look so... erm.. seductive... XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338600486339644146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/ShaE23IAivI/AAAAAAAAARU/PApEOoJ3sdg/s320/snapshot20090522171836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ryochan smile until some huge バカ.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338600711365626114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/ShaFD9aYiQI/AAAAAAAAARc/j5QA8D0VUQc/s320/snapshot20090522172407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegoshi grew fatter.. I swear he did!! His face is so round! Its even rounder than that of my husband!! AHHHHHHHHH~~~~~!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1236872744158452831?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1236872744158452831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1236872744158452831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_22.html' title='恋のＡＢＯ'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/ShaEGZocDJI/AAAAAAAAARE/Oj4lUAzTR9w/s72-c/snapshot20090522165757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-1789046032993417064</id><published>2009-05-22T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:00:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh... My room is in a super big mess!! Cannot stand it anymore... All my accesories are all over the place! And it's been some time since I last cleaned my makeup stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already have one long list of things on my shopping list le!! Lol.. Die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1789046032993417064?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1789046032993417064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1789046032993417064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4704820079176921170</id><published>2009-05-19T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:07:02.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night safari</title><content type='html'>My urge of going to Night Safari is back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go night safari, I want to go night safari!&lt;br /&gt;Night Safariに行きたい!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4704820079176921170?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4704820079176921170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4704820079176921170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-safari.html' title='Night safari'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7122292651069470654</id><published>2009-05-18T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:34:08.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to celebrate huji's birthday at sushi tei @ holland village..  Quite fun cause the few of us has never gathered full strength for some time le... Since my birthday bah.. Ok, it's my fault cause I missed both xueli &amp; ruiping's birthday due to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"ruiping means rubbish in sakae language"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7122292651069470654?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7122292651069470654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7122292651069470654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-to-celebrate-hujis-birthday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1074032862886243031</id><published>2009-05-17T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:02:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你 總愛編織謊言&lt;br /&gt;我 負責配合表演&lt;br /&gt;所有改變 只為了進入你的世界&lt;br /&gt;這情節 重複了一百遍&lt;br /&gt;才發現 是你的心太野&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你 劃定楚河漢界&lt;br /&gt;我 不能輕易犯規&lt;br /&gt;所有時間 都是先給了你優先權&lt;br /&gt;不自覺 愛到不敢冒險&lt;br /&gt;成了你的傀儡　一年兩年&lt;br /&gt;才看見我有多狼狽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛到妥協 到頭來還是無解&lt;br /&gt;綁著你不讓你飛&lt;br /&gt;歷史不斷重演 我好累&lt;br /&gt;愛到妥協 也無法將故事再重寫&lt;br /&gt;你已下最後通牒&lt;br /&gt;我躲在我的世界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你只是害怕一個人睡&lt;br /&gt;我不想再為你掉淚&lt;br /&gt;我了解 不會變 不再徘徊&lt;br /&gt;開始自己的明天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1074032862886243031?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1074032862886243031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1074032862886243031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2649815504724931933</id><published>2009-05-13T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:29:00.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck max</title><content type='html'>I dunno what I'm supposed to do... I cannot think of all e good things u have done for me... Once I do, that's it.. Why r u hers n not mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2649815504724931933?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2649815504724931933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2649815504724931933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-max.html' title='Fuck max'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6317760272836437699</id><published>2009-05-10T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:56:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its kind of amazing how you always knew about a certain fact, though without witnessing it for yourself... Then one day when its placed in front of you, you still feel like you are crumpling inside... you still feel the pain, still at loss for words.. Maybe certain descriptions did not tally but you should have been prepared for it long ago... because you always knew the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deleted everything today... for real... i dunno wat is it tt made me so upset... but i suspect its anger more than sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a week and i'll be okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least, stop being a girl with no backbones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;你很愛她&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;當你決定 你要離開我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我沒有說什麼 就當作你自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有好幾次 我都想挽留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;哭求也沒有用 就當作是寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;因為我能明白 他的溫柔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;對你是種解脫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就坦白告訴我 誰是你的最愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其實你很愛他 對我的懲罰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;說你沒有想他 是可憐我吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我已沒有藉口 只能放手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不敢奢求 你說愛我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其實你很愛他 他很溫柔嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其實你很想他 就說出口吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我已不想多說 摀住耳朵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不想再次聽到你說 你很愛他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有好幾次 我都想挽留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;哭求也沒有用 就當作是寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;因為我能明白 他的溫柔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;對你是種解脫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就坦白告訴我 誰是你的最愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其實你很愛他 對我的懲罰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;說你沒有想他 是可憐我吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我已沒有藉口 只能放手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不敢奢求 你說愛我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其實你很愛他 他很溫柔嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其實你很想他 就說出口吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我已不想多說 摀住耳朵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不想再次聽到你說 你很愛他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你很愛他 你很愛...他～ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6317760272836437699?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6317760272836437699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6317760272836437699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-kind-of-amazing-how-you-always-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6458670329095784592</id><published>2009-05-09T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:06:14.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships</title><content type='html'>If only God created Man and Woman each holding a significant item that tells you who is your happily-ever-after.. You know, like how people on match-making sessions bring roses to identify each other? Maybe each of us can be born with a similar thumbprint to our significant half.. Then we just go around bringing an inkpad and ask people to stamp their thumbprints for us to check... Or mayb Immigration can help us check and pair us up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigration Officer: "Nah, this is your future's husband's number... call him then go get married.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only relationships were this easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6458670329095784592?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6458670329095784592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6458670329095784592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationships.html' title='relationships'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-3568489263979820033</id><published>2009-04-28T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:02:31.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things have been damn screwed up lately... &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*... i dunno wat to say or do anymre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像舊報紙　飄過了大街&lt;br /&gt;這個畫面跟離別很對味&lt;br /&gt;是某種頹廢　為我而準備&lt;br /&gt;你卻安靜　沉默以對&lt;br /&gt;在這一回　聊到了深夜&lt;br /&gt;讓你流淚就是我的不對&lt;br /&gt;有些改變　真的可以憑直覺&lt;br /&gt;你的笑　已經很久沒給&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怪我自己給你太多的機會&lt;br /&gt;讓你選擇收下他的玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;情緒紙屑在我身邊飛&lt;br /&gt;怪我自己放棄太多機會&lt;br /&gt;讓你因為寂寞愛上了誰&lt;br /&gt;其實愛　需要人陪&lt;br /&gt;不是誓言就能解決　放棄一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在這一回　聊到了深夜&lt;br /&gt;讓你流淚就是我的不對&lt;br /&gt;有些改變　真的可以憑直覺&lt;br /&gt;你的笑　已經很久沒給&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怪我自己給你太多的機會&lt;br /&gt;讓你選擇收下他的玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;情緒紙屑在我身邊飛&lt;br /&gt;怪我自己放棄太多機會&lt;br /&gt;讓你因為寂寞愛上了誰&lt;br /&gt;其實愛　需要人陪&lt;br /&gt;不是誓言就能解決&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來所謂撕心裂肺是這種感覺&lt;br /&gt;（愛很難再撤退　傷心的絕不止　我們看到的那些）&lt;br /&gt;你想聽的那種安慰我不會&lt;br /&gt;（冷咖啡再續杯　是怎樣的感覺&lt;br /&gt;愛冷卻再加溫　我們也無力挽回）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怪我自己給你太多機會&lt;br /&gt;讓你選擇收下他的玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;情緒紙屑在我身邊飛&lt;br /&gt;怪我自己放棄太多機會&lt;br /&gt;讓你因為寂寞愛上了誰&lt;br /&gt;其實愛　需要人陪&lt;br /&gt;不是誓言就能解決&lt;br /&gt;放棄一切&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3568489263979820033?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3568489263979820033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3568489263979820033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-have-been-damn-screwed-up-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6379080359028993993</id><published>2009-04-20T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:26:07.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally over</title><content type='html'>my crazy days are finally over!! together with all the competition scenes! woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has fun for the past 2 weekends... all e throwing into water... muthu's mama shop... and e national waterpolo team.. they r good! so fun to watch em play.. as compared to our own boys.. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite liking e skin colour on my limbs.. i dun really look tt good wiht my face black.. damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6379080359028993993?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6379080359028993993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6379080359028993993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-over.html' title='finally over'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-3752078254730131291</id><published>2009-04-08T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:33:37.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>max</title><content type='html'>when u leave, leave completely... dun leave onli 90% and upset others with the remaining 10%... once u ignore, ignore! block and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look alrite.. i sound alrite... bt it doesnt mean tt im really tt alrite... im still a sentimental girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u wan to be frens, be frens! dun b frens le then get upset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.... nvm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3752078254730131291?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3752078254730131291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3752078254730131291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/max.html' title='max'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-3155599665722075539</id><published>2009-04-05T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:06:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gordon</title><content type='html'>went out with gordon today... finally saw him on his 2nd time of book out! so sorry for the first time.. was really too busy lar... and our timings dun match too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnx goodness i met tt boy... otherwise will probably be in a down mood for the whole night... he nv fails to cheer me up... =)... went to watch "Hotel For Dogs"... quite funny.. itching badly for a doggie again after watching the show... but as usual, i noe i dun have time to look after it... my work is so irregular! wun b good for my dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Bakerzin for desserts... i can onli say... damn good... desserts r e best! hehe... then i told gordon i will trade a bf for desserts.. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3155599665722075539?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3155599665722075539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3155599665722075539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/gordon.html' title='gordon'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4473923108565039986</id><published>2009-04-01T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:15:17.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>argh... feel a sore throat coming.. i dun wan to be sick!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for jap buffet at ikoi with jiemei today.. last minute decision.. i love tt place.. e food r good... yum yum.. lazy to post pictures even though jiemei took some - of e food, not of me! hmph.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new lyrics... there shall be 2 songs today! both by S.H.E... damn, i swear im not a fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;天亮了 - Ｓ．Ｈ．Ｅ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天亮了 天亮了　地球又轉一圈了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;世界　還活生生的存在著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;還活著 沒想到我還活著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;穿越一場海嘯 什麼滋味　我終於親身體會&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天崩地裂 筋疲力盡　靈魂不在身體裡面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;然而萬歲萬歲終於和你有個了結&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你一邊 我一邊 我們的世界最好別再重疊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也別再回想那個太長太長的昨天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;太多愛 太多淚 別再這樣浪費&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天亮了 天亮了 地球又轉一圈了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;既然我還幸運地活著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;當然要 全力以赴去快樂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天亮了 天亮了 世界還是好好的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;什麼痛都是很渺小的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看太陽 不是又升起來了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;結束一段感情　當然不像搬個家那麼方便&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;太多細節 太多碎片 堆在回憶那間房間&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但是忍耐一點 不去碰它就不危險&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你沒變 我沒變 我們到最後才能懂這一點&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;人活著不就為了實現一個個心願&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;好可惜 我和你 許了不同的願&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我的心是我的 不會再給你了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我是我自己的 我很快樂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;女孩當自強　－　Ｓ．Ｈ．Ｅ　&lt;/u&gt;(I hate this bloody song title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;拜託　眼淚又不是鑽石珍珠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一直在哭 難道妳能一夜之間暴富&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是誰　告訴妳有王子這動物&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;還不如妳自己騎上白馬比較靠譜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;失戀　失去所有美麗的錯誤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;快開香檳為妳能夠死裏逃生慶祝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;沒錯 他就是不合身的衣服&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;趕快脫掉 換身行頭再去愛裏跳舞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道一定有一點辛苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但我們的心都要堅固&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;告別了錯的人不算輸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;使我們更加靠近幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;愛情捲起萬重浪 (越危險的遊戲越讓人全力以赴)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我們女孩當自強 (可以小鳥依人也能自我保護)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大不了受一點傷 (昨天的傷口會變成明天的禮物)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;會讓我們更漂亮 (Top girl 都要做自己的救世主)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看吧　天還是會亮會再日出&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;粉身碎骨 劇痛之後就能脫胎換骨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;浪費　時間飼養青蛙當寵物&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;省下力氣足夠拯救全宇宙的動物&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;失戀　失去一個懦弱的叛徒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;快放煙火為下一次遇見英雄歡呼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;沒錯 妳該穿上更美的禮服&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;帶上微笑 從從容容再去愛裏跳舞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你知道一定有一點辛苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但我們的心都很堅固&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;結束了錯的夢不算輸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是我們值得更加幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;誰怕愛情萬重浪 (越危險的遊戲更讓人義無反顧)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我們女孩當自強 (是最勇敢堅強也最溫柔賢淑)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不用誰施捨陽光 (好的壞的都是收獲而不是包袱)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我們自己是太陽 (TOP GIRL就要做自己的救世主)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4473923108565039986?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4473923108565039986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4473923108565039986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6476324983388370865</id><published>2009-03-31T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:09:36.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these 2 days raining... got a perfect song for it... perfect for my feeling also.. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;下雨天了怎麼辦 我好想你&lt;br /&gt;我不敢打給你 我找不到原因&lt;br /&gt;為什麼失眠的聲音 變得好熟悉&lt;br /&gt;沈默的場景 做你的代替 陪我等雨停&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;期待讓人越來越沉溺&lt;br /&gt;誰和我一樣 等不到他的誰&lt;br /&gt;愛上你我總在學會 寂寞的滋味&lt;br /&gt;一個人撐傘 一個人擦淚 一個人好累&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎樣的雨 怎樣的夜&lt;br /&gt;怎樣的我能讓你更想念&lt;br /&gt;雨要多大 天要多黑&lt;br /&gt;才能夠有你的體貼&lt;br /&gt;其實 沒有我你分不出那些差別&lt;br /&gt;結局還能多明顯&lt;br /&gt;別說你會難過 別說你想改變&lt;br /&gt;被愛的人不用道歉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pushed a few guys into e pool today (on permission).. haha.. alot of funny things happened on set!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally be able to get a good rest since i dun get to film much these few days.. yippee!! Now I will be able to do some good catching up... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6476324983388370865?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6476324983388370865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6476324983388370865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-2-days-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6137803566591016568</id><published>2009-03-29T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:24:28.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>phone bill came... i was nagged... =(... bt it was very high lar.. all because of the KL trip... sadded.. just slightly below hitting triple digit.. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lately is all shoot.. stressed up because my director n AD stressed up also... im like 10 shades darker lor.. damn it... funny thing is tt my hands and feets are the darkest... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6137803566591016568?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6137803566591016568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6137803566591016568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4509275517116938819</id><published>2009-03-28T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:05:39.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>max</title><content type='html'>feeling so down tt i've hit the bottom... haiz... its easier to be happy when there's pple around... when im alone, my thought goes back to e same thing n emo myself again... wats wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a whole day of swimmin pool scenes today.. slightly burnt.. kmiang n sandra were totally red... left location straight to go home since location is at RP... bathed then went out again to meet em for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitched n gossiped alot during dinner.. XD.. quite fun.. and we lied to e auntie abt Nat looking like the actor, Nat Ho... hahahahaha.... fun! i wan buffet sia......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4509275517116938819?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4509275517116938819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4509275517116938819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/max.html' title='max'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-802164599949242287</id><published>2009-03-27T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:01:44.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mediacock</title><content type='html'>mediacorp screwed up my pay... they deducted my cpf contribution all at one go... 4 months worth of it... for a proj tt ended 3 months ago.. damn... tts ALOT of money... y am i paying for finance's mistake??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to have no shoot tml bt in e end was requested to go help out... sian.... will end work late again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is heavy... im cranky... damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-802164599949242287?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/802164599949242287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/802164599949242287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/mediacock.html' title='mediacock'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2013000396360450400</id><published>2009-03-24T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:08:08.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cats</title><content type='html'>I TOUCHED A CAT TODAY!!! I CARRIED ONE!!! hahahhaha... its amazing cause i got catphobia... hahaha... bt its such a tiny n cute kitten tt i cnt help it!! bt its still scary when its running around... i realised tt im scared of cat's meow.. arghhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... song of e day.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最後的風度－羅志祥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有人介入 所有人覺得你該滿足&lt;br /&gt;我把心血 全都付出　你為何想要哭&lt;br /&gt;為你作主 讓你受到我的保護&lt;br /&gt;可是你 像受苦 到底是誰難以相處&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我給你幸福 你問我什麼才是幸福&lt;br /&gt;這個問題 反而讓我 把你看個清楚&lt;br /&gt;你怕束縛 我的愛沒能把你馴服&lt;br /&gt;你沒有退路 那倒不如爽快結束&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就讓你　見識我的風度&lt;br /&gt;你離開　我要不要慶祝&lt;br /&gt;我不怕愛的殘酷 反正我很想跳舞&lt;br /&gt;我最喜歡挑戰孤獨&lt;br /&gt;我也愛　放下包袱&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰 我也不捨得哭&lt;br /&gt;我 我不在乎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你覺得痛苦 我倒不願意為愛受苦&lt;br /&gt;只有這樣 我才做到 對你的背叛寬恕&lt;br /&gt;想你幸福 想不到分手你才幸福&lt;br /&gt;是誰的錯誤 我不認輸 我忍得住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就讓你 見識我的風度&lt;br /&gt;你離開我要不要慶祝&lt;br /&gt;我不怕愛的殘酷 反正我很想跳舞&lt;br /&gt;我最喜歡挑戰孤獨 我也愛放下包袱&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰 我也不捨得哭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我沒有空在乎&lt;br /&gt;就讓你見識我的風度&lt;br /&gt;我忍痛溫柔的祝福&lt;br /&gt;你會一生都記住 我要你銘心刻骨&lt;br /&gt;我最喜歡挑戰孤獨&lt;br /&gt;我也愛放下了包袱&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰 沒難度 我最怕哭&lt;br /&gt;愛要愛得投入 卻不在乎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2013000396360450400?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2013000396360450400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2013000396360450400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/cats.html' title='cats'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8840309898589262486</id><published>2009-03-23T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:08:10.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loved this song once.. a couple of years ago... e lyrics were nice... n i cried to it even though it was an upbeat song... cnt remember who sent it to me... just found it in gordon's phone again today.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Notice Me by NB Ridaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you would just open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love you I need you&lt;br /&gt;So please don't throw our love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you and I snuck away to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I knew from that night something special went on&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the first kiss&lt;br /&gt;You told me that nobody else in the&lt;br /&gt;world made you feel this&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same way too but&lt;br /&gt;nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I'm sorry for the pain&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that always made things right&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this though&lt;br /&gt;you got a friend for life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we can try it again&lt;br /&gt;And maybe things can be a little different&lt;br /&gt;So lets just kiss and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really cant stand the pain of seeing you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's mine is yours that's what I said&lt;br /&gt;Treat you with love and respect in everyway&lt;br /&gt;You wanted I gave you need me I was there&lt;br /&gt;Now you treat like if I'm not here&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I need you don't wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;If you want somebody else please let me know&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it no more I feel I'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;Is this the price I pay for handing you my life?&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect but I truly cared&lt;br /&gt;So when you wake up one morning and I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;Just remember I loved you it will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Gave you everything and you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my good and my bad&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my soul,&lt;br /&gt;My trust my money my time,&lt;br /&gt;What more can you ask from a man&lt;br /&gt;Even when times are hard&lt;br /&gt;I held out my arms and held you&lt;br /&gt;Even accepted you through whatever weather&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel it we're at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we had now I gotta let go&lt;br /&gt;Nights like this I wish raindrops would fall&lt;br /&gt;To cover my tears&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could replace all those wasted years&lt;br /&gt;Of loving someone who couldn't love me back&lt;br /&gt;And now again I gotta start from scratch&lt;br /&gt;But I know I've given you my everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8840309898589262486?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8840309898589262486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8840309898589262486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-loved-this-song-once.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8977464930668530389</id><published>2009-03-20T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:25:07.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had been working these few days... im going like zzzz... really tired out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18th March&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cramps... quite bad... i was drifting in and out of work mode... everything was actually pretty normal DURING work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis after work to look for props... somehow, the torturous crowd left my head spinning and completely weak, since it was already quite bad with e cramps... then rite in e middle of e crowd, i nearly fainted.... it was just a sudden moment when i collapsed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take cab back but decided against it when i remembered e 35% surcharge... thought i cn tahan all e way back home... in e end, i onli made it to sembawang station before i had to rush of e station to puke.. = =... damn gross... damn diu lian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19th March&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work... saw Mr TPH again... = =+... i really really dun wanna see him leh! ruin my mood lor! and as usual, he was bloody disgustin... e flirt tone, e words choice.. e bold statements... e disgusting confidence... ARGHHHHHHHHH.... talking abt him ruins my mood... even just THINKING abt him irks me... damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr TPH texted me.. i was like... DOTS.. seriously, u r freaking old le lor.. like literally! more than 12 years older than me lor!! cn behave urself or not?? u bloody pervert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended work quite late... took mrt home n i actually slept while STANDIN... cldnt blive it... bt didnt fall down or anything... kind of jerk awake then a guy gave up his seat to me because i think he thought i was really too tired.. which i am!!! im already half eyes closed while typing this... zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8977464930668530389?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8977464930668530389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8977464930668530389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-been-working-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5852204469471901931</id><published>2009-03-17T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:48:02.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck max</title><content type='html'>i hate it when pple fly my pigeon or aeroplane or however u call it.. i dun really mind if u let me know b4hand bt i really hate it when its like last min! or like made a date with u then on tt day disappears off e surface of e earth... uncontactable... &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*... someone did it for my birthday n until now i have nt forgive her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, someone else did it... not e first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry bt im not going to give u anymre pigeons or aeroplanes to fly... bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work sucks... argh.. its just a screwed up production on e overall... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5852204469471901931?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5852204469471901931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5852204469471901931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-max.html' title='fuck max'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2568128645835003609</id><published>2009-03-16T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:53:24.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my first fullday of shoot for my own round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying... cast is still ok on the overall bt i think got a few need to buck up... acting skills wise and attitude wise... some onli need to work on one... one particular person needs to work on both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywya, shoot is draining me! I came back totally bummed... think im still not use to such early morning hours and an entire day of work.. zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on e other hand, i bumped into row row row ur boat at wardrobe! finally gt to speak to her! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2568128645835003609?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2568128645835003609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2568128645835003609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-my-first-fullday-of-shoot-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6920124728435316574</id><published>2009-03-14T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:37:52.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u</title><content type='html'>何ではあなたのためにここに留まりたいですか&lt;br /&gt;何でこの考えありましたか&lt;br /&gt;変な...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I got e above right.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6920124728435316574?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6920124728435316574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6920124728435316574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/u.html' title='u'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-3948419560912375152</id><published>2009-03-14T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:36:42.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>been going out alot lately... trying to spend as much time i cn meeting all my frens... b4 i start getting loaded by all e work... it will be especially tiring to come back after shoot... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i gt alot of dramas to finish.. hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3948419560912375152?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3948419560912375152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3948419560912375152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1530898758839724757</id><published>2009-03-12T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:30:14.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with gordon for the last time yesterday, before he enters NS, together with jieying... Poor boy... gonna has his head shaved... XD... and i koped his phone.. *evil grins*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i psycoed him to go n get a polaroid camera which he did! and now im sooooooo tempted to get one myself!! ahhhhhhhh.. i will lar, when payday comes... e photos tt came out r far too pretty!! hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1530898758839724757?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1530898758839724757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1530898758839724757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-out-with-gordon-for-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4197788155600794636</id><published>2009-03-11T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:54:28.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast is bad... At least, the few I worked with on Monday... Only the 3 with experiences are good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall give them a chance since this is just the beginning.. but they better change their attitudes... Its pissing... And now we think they are idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with jiemei today!! It felt like a long time since I last saw him... which was on my birthday! *hearts*... Had dinner then collected his CPU from sim lim... I can't believe tt guy sent his com in without a receipt or even a phone number... He couldnt even really remembers e shop name! *faints*... after tt had desserts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at dinnertime, i finally got to noe tt e entire pri sch gang really thought tt gordon was my bf.. = =+.. and apparently i didnt tell my jiemei abt him! which i cldnt remember why i didnt.. hahaha... then my jiemei went "who is this gordon guy?!?!"... hahaha... then e pri sch gang thought he jealous! bwahahaha... jiemei, now i noe how much u love me! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar... and now got pple cannot accept gordon in my life le... damn... Gordon Chia Rong!! You see how much you are lowering my chances of getting a boyfren??? LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4197788155600794636?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4197788155600794636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4197788155600794636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5262888201313957314</id><published>2009-03-09T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:53:32.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;他說他很愛她 他說會守護她&lt;br /&gt;他送她玫瑰花 一切美得不像話&lt;br /&gt;從朋友變成情人 她不再只有自己&lt;br /&gt;他愛她愛得徹底 真心溢滿了甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間看清一個人 開始令人昏沉沉&lt;br /&gt;他像變了一個人 太蠻橫&lt;br /&gt;她開始懸著疑問 不想再等他承認&lt;br /&gt;不再要任何傷痕&lt;br /&gt;[誰愛誰] 誰又流乾了眼淚&lt;br /&gt;[誰後悔] 難分難捨太傷悲&lt;br /&gt;[他愛誰] 誰應該止住眼淚&lt;br /&gt;[她心碎] 誰又該乾脆離開&lt;br /&gt;[誰愛誰] 誰又能反反覆覆&lt;br /&gt;[誰後悔] 誰在忍受著孤獨&lt;br /&gt;[誰瞭解] 他退出 她孤獨&lt;br /&gt;愛得太盲目&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5262888201313957314?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5262888201313957314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5262888201313957314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5520833019732526770</id><published>2009-03-08T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:34:43.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached home at 9am in the morning today... took another quick bath before I plop straight to bed.... zzzzzz all e way till abt 12plus before i took yet ANOTHER bath (its really too hot lately and i already had one at 2am in e morning)... Jiawei, Jieying &amp;amp; Zhiyang came over to play mahjong.. hehehe... but i lost... unfortunately... and it was really just bad luck because I didn't even throw out any tiles to let people win... Its usually e rest who did it then I have to pay.. sian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, jieying stayed at my house and we had a very long chat sesssion... still fun! Haha... Looked up for university stuff after that and only to realise that my backup plan for taiwan is VERY EXPENSIVE... reason being? Communication courses are under University of Baffalo which is very much more expensive than other universities... You'd probably pay something like $20k+ to finish the course under UOL but under UOB its $50k+.... and UOB is e onli university that offers communcation courses full-time! I'm really not very interested in all the Business courses too... Too bad they don't have language courses which I kind of look forward to too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, its nothing Science or Maths...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5520833019732526770?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5520833019732526770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5520833019732526770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/reached-home-at-9am-in-morning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8141487544166610940</id><published>2009-03-05T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:42:02.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Gordon</title><content type='html'>Went to watch "Role Models" with Gordon... Its a funny movie.. with alot of reference to sex, unfortunately.. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a funny thing took place in a little shop in The Cathay.. It sells things like notebooks and stuff that's very special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: OMG! Look at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*points*&lt;/span&gt; The Catalog of Handjobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*grabs the book and flips open*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Its all about drawing techniques and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;: Chey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*turns n stare at each other*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8141487544166610940?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8141487544166610940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8141487544166610940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/outing-with-gordon.html' title='Outing with Gordon'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4191805681733637507</id><published>2009-03-03T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:26:18.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip</title><content type='html'>KL trip was very fun!! It felt like a school outing.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First afternoon went shopping at Sungei Wang cause its just right outside our hotel... Bought a few items.. not alot.. Had lunch at this HK cafe place... We went the whole time saying cold jokes.. hahaha... Marie is so funny lorrr... Then Sam &amp;amp; XXX also very funny... cause they r computers got reformatted... forgot all e jokes.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head off to Damansara for Patrick's steamboat treat! He own that place... Had alot of laughter on the way... He had this valet kind of person at the entrance then when the person tried to direct him somewhere else to park, patrick went like "boss! boss! boss!" before the person finally got it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very sumptous dinner!! Everything was so fresh, all alive and kicking!! Yummmmm... Loved the soup base... We even called Kmiang and Chan just to make em angry... XD... There were animals in cages at Patrick's... We saw a raccoon!! Soooooooo cute!! But unfortunately, we heard that it bites... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished dinner, we just sat around, drinking.. I kept being made fun of... HMPH... haha... then someone got abit too high and was our perfect entertainment on the way home.. wahahaha... Sam took a video of it.. so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day... Sandra, Marie &amp;amp; Shirley went to Genting... e rest of us went to Times Square... spotted this shop along the bridge with a very cute thai guy! Haha.. perfect for Sandra... He was selling patchwork bags which the rest of the girls were crazy over... I thought it was a little too expensive though... But they were really pretty.. Cecilia went off to meet her fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back hotel to rest... Had lunch at Sushi King which was very disappointing.. food was ok but service was quite bad... But that's probably what you have to expect in KL lar.. not like Singapore is any better though... Went to KLCC.. Saw the usual brands.. Topshop dun have pretty clothes.. sad.. Wanted Baskin Robbins but KLCC dont have!! So had Haagen Dazs instead.. =(... But still good though! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the rest at Sungei Wang again for dinner.. tried to take e monorail to Junji's gig.. It was soooo crowded!! But got one guy bio me!! Wahahaha... But someone said he looks gay.. = =+... Maybe is bio that guy beside me! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Junji's gig and saw Sandra's frens... didnt drink though... at least, not me! Haha... Junji's gig was great... The bassist is so cute!! Daniel Foong.. hehe.. Everyone loves him!! But onli to know from Junji that he's getting married soon and he's onli 24! HMPH... I keep getting made fun of again.. Expected.. Haiz.. Haha... But at least it all came back with positive feedbacks.. not bad, not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning had problems checking out... E hotel was quite bad in terms of system n all... But never mind, its over... went to Junji's place to eat.. Yummm!! The food was sooooo good! Adam &amp;amp; Aaron are so cute!! Haha... Had a very fun session again before Junji and David sent us to the location where we board our coach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service person on the coach is cute.. Hehe.. sandra like... summre scare e person.. XD... We spent alot of time crapping again... Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was fun.. Hehe... Will update photos later on... Now, when's the next trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4191805681733637507?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4191805681733637507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4191805681733637507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1157925227671375551</id><published>2009-02-27T02:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:16:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ring</title><content type='html'>Went to watch "The Bloody Valentines" with Gordon today.. Its kinda horror... I was kinda scared but laughing at the same time cause I thought the effects were funny. And they were impressive too. Gordon was the one that suggested to watch the show and he was all excited over it. AND THEN, he was grabbing my limbs like nobody's business... mind you, it HURTS...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, my ring spoilt... i'm really sad... the ring's been with me for quite some time and i like it... and then now i have to go and get another one to replace it because i feel really awkward not having one on my fingers.. nvm... cn buy in KL tml.. hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307170814188725010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SabbvKYKIxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IIanQrRQj58/s320/IMG_4999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307170180374242066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SabbKRPAoxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ndJzn9vZCTA/s320/IMG_4998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;notice how the ring has gone all out of shape and there's a rather opening in it now... IM SO SAD!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, I've got paintballs as presents!! Hahaha.. first time I realise what paintballs look like... They look like gumballs.... lol.. yellow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307171392775278962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SabcQ1x8UXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rwhTcoIgv2M/s320/IMG_5000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cute hor?? line em together and they look like a necklace!! Hahaha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KL, here I come!! Hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1157925227671375551?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1157925227671375551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1157925227671375551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-ring.html' title='My ring'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SabbvKYKIxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IIanQrRQj58/s72-c/IMG_4999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-1878739007369625042</id><published>2009-02-25T00:15:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:02:59.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday bash</title><content type='html'>photos from party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQnWNM7SUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GRmM-Gisn9I/s1600-h/IMG_4779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306409523403770178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQnWNM7SUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GRmM-Gisn9I/s320/IMG_4779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQm9eC4VxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2b8d8maE530/s1600-h/IMG_4743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306409098428307218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQm9eC4VxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2b8d8maE530/s320/IMG_4743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQmtnYC4XI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OH24T9s_FtU/s1600-h/IMG_4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306408826055090546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQmtnYC4XI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OH24T9s_FtU/s320/IMG_4742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQmcCbg0qI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JlzaNvZncd8/s1600-h/IMG_4744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306408524079747746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQmcCbg0qI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JlzaNvZncd8/s320/IMG_4744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQlvPKGu6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qDP-f1pnZQo/s1600-h/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407754402282402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQlvPKGu6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qDP-f1pnZQo/s320/IMG_4756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQldLrQNCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_0BmdrWPChE/s1600-h/IMG_4759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407444229927970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQldLrQNCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_0BmdrWPChE/s320/IMG_4759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQlDZ5MQ3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/g73tMCM2Su8/s1600-h/IMG_4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407001369887602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQlDZ5MQ3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/g73tMCM2Su8/s320/IMG_4755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look very 痛苦 cause its tiring to hand-stand, half squat... thnx to e guys not being very tall.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQknG8pHKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YkMRJYb62k4/s1600-h/IMG_4758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306406515247750306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQknG8pHKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YkMRJYb62k4/s320/IMG_4758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQkETSUYAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6IZs5MtfW_s/s1600-h/IMG_4760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306405917264470018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQkETSUYAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6IZs5MtfW_s/s320/IMG_4760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQjvikYQ8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/AEdgxpENZJw/s1600-h/IMG_4777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306405560589501378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQjvikYQ8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/AEdgxpENZJw/s320/IMG_4777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQjXM3BktI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WsbPkgCT8As/s1600-h/IMG_4780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306405142445265618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQjXM3BktI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WsbPkgCT8As/s320/IMG_4780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Private Celeb for the 3 best frens~~~ *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQi4jiixYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Pj8kDroctFM/s1600-h/IMG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306404615957431682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQi4jiixYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Pj8kDroctFM/s320/IMG_4808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQiduWofgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aSB2S-HfGpw/s1600-h/IMG_4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306404155003796994" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQefVfYGmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VP1YI3QjgXA/s320/IMG_4804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQeBylJPsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7kCI_eGmTdc/s1600-h/IMG_4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306399277055557314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQeBylJPsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7kCI_eGmTdc/s320/IMG_4800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQdqDaBYWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LyhCzjBDa0U/s1600-h/IMG_4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306398869255446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQdqDaBYWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LyhCzjBDa0U/s320/IMG_4798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1878739007369625042?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1878739007369625042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1878739007369625042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday bash'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SaQnWNM7SUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GRmM-Gisn9I/s72-c/IMG_4779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-9168121987920044847</id><published>2009-02-22T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:41:41.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday~~</title><content type='html'>Thank you everyone, for coming last night!! Its one of e best nights in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Eeqing, Junhao, Carina, Debbie, Eugene, Cedric, Yating, Ann who came... And my jiemei who came too despite being sick... =).. I love all e pressies u guys got for me.. Thanks for Stephanie n wanshi who cldnt make it too... *hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Jieying n Kaixian, you two are the most impt frens in my life... Happy Birthday Kaixian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Jiawei.. XD... You owe me a bottle of alcohol.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Aidi, Marine, Limin, Val &amp;amp; Fangfang.. XDXD... I love spiders... Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Chuyun, Pam, Xueli, Huji, Ahger (who I havent seen for god damn long) &amp;amp; Ruiping who came even though she had an emergency at home... Thank you for e angbao.. its a very lucky number.. XDXD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Kamesh &amp;amp; Carolyn for coming.. I loooooovvveeee that bag.. Thank you Jon, although u were not here... Damn e delegates.. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Adrian &amp;amp; Shijia... Everything was soooo sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Siim Ynn... who came le then had to go prawning.. XDXD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Gordon... Who came despite being really tired from wargame... thanks for e little paper rose.. XD.. u owe me a paintball... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kenneth... for driving down exactly at 12am for the surprise... =)... I love that present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you the family (who wouldnt be reading this) for the wonderful things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most imptly, thank you to my mummy and daddy for helping me with everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that i'm 21... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-9168121987920044847?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/9168121987920044847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/9168121987920044847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday~~'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6455459898614774748</id><published>2009-02-20T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:30:52.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its good to use back my own com... Was at a completely new table at work and it didnt felt like its mine... Havent got our individual emails yet so which means we have to login our coms using other pple's acct... its weird to leave tracks around... XD.. I don't like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had imaging today... Was pretty smooth... The guys are alright... XD.. bt the national team does have one guy whom i like.. hehe... *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to causeway point after work to get some final stuff for the party, under the request from my mum. CWP was much crowded than usual. Finally realised that 楊丞琳，汪東成＆胡宇崴 are coming for an autograph session... = =+... bt i thought that the traffic control in CWP is pretty good... the escalators were moving and quite safe to use... nowhere was really blocked other than e main area itself and the levels up.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one of the polo boys as a birthday present! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this song on repeat mode for quite some time.. i love the lyrics... its a song tt made me cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;滿園玫瑰　我以為　找到我那一朵&lt;br /&gt;認真愛了　卻狠狠　刺傷我的雙手&lt;br /&gt;責備什麼人也沒有用&lt;br /&gt;玫瑰都紅 難免看錯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;望著天空　愛是否　活在童話裏頭&lt;br /&gt;小王子說　有些事　流浪過才會懂&lt;br /&gt;原來每顆心都有個洞&lt;br /&gt;找不到真愛 會一直寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我但願有一個人在等我&lt;br /&gt;在屬於我的612星球&lt;br /&gt;好讓我忍著痛　也願意往下走&lt;br /&gt;不快樂至少要有夢&lt;br /&gt;一定會有一個人在等我&lt;br /&gt;無條件擁抱著我的所有&lt;br /&gt;相遇前我還要　翻越多少山丘&lt;br /&gt;花別謝太快 請你等等我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;擦乾眼淚　一個人　漂流在這宇宙&lt;br /&gt;小王子說　愛一定　開在某個角落&lt;br /&gt;路上相愛的人　那麼多我會幸福嗎&lt;br /&gt;在什麼時候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我但願有一個人在等我&lt;br /&gt;在屬於我的612星球&lt;br /&gt;好讓我忍著痛　也願意往下走&lt;br /&gt;不快樂至少要有夢&lt;br /&gt;一定會有一個人在等我&lt;br /&gt;無條件擁抱著我的所有&lt;br /&gt;相遇前我還要　翻越多少山丘&lt;br /&gt;花別謝太快 請你等等我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6455459898614774748?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6455459898614774748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6455459898614774748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-good-to-use-back-my-own-com.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2284041982315046891</id><published>2009-02-19T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:13:53.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>max and max</title><content type='html'>I had just received my ep1 scripts and the beats for rest of the eps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a character in e show tts called Max... and... he's just exactly like the Max I know.. XD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2284041982315046891?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2284041982315046891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2284041982315046891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/max-and-max.html' title='max and max'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4525912702578390857</id><published>2009-02-19T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:22:12.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew perfection 'till&lt;br /&gt;I heard you speak, and now it kills me&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say the simple things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waking up is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;And sleeping is impossible too&lt;br /&gt;Everything is reminding me of you&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not right, not okay&lt;br /&gt;To say the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;It's harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt;It's better that we break…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool to let you slip away&lt;br /&gt;I chase you just to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You're scared and that you think that I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city looks so nice from here&lt;br /&gt;Pity I can't see it clearly&lt;br /&gt;While you're standing there, it disappears&lt;br /&gt;It disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not right, not okay&lt;br /&gt;To say the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;It's harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt; It's better that we break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're sitting all alone&lt;br /&gt;You're fragile and you're cold, but that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Life these days is getting rough&lt;br /&gt;They've knocked you down and beat you up&lt;br /&gt;But it's just a rollercoaster anyway, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not right, not okay&lt;br /&gt;To say the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;It's harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, not okay&lt;br /&gt;To say the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt; I'm not fine, I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;It's harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way?&lt;br /&gt;It's better that we break, baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4525912702578390857?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4525912702578390857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4525912702578390857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-knew-perfection-till-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5283171309622845359</id><published>2009-02-17T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:48:57.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting work</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited because I'm finally starting work soon!! This coming thursday!! Wheeeeeeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;But its kinda saddening too because I won't be able to go out as often and meet the people I wanna see... =(...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, work starting means I might have to see a particular person which im very pissed off with, due to an sms i received this morning... arghhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and i told my mum e other day how my chinese name cn be read as "kaoriraku" in japanese.. she started calling me "raku" everywhere she go.. like call dog like tt.. = =+..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5283171309622845359?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5283171309622845359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5283171309622845359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/starting-work.html' title='starting work'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5153194206207441994</id><published>2009-02-13T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:45:27.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i played texas poker for the first time in my life! On facebook... XD... Its quite cool.. n i won abit.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kind of funny how u onli realise e truth after very long... i was wondering why edwin was ignoring me on msn.. i mean, yeah, we broke up a few years ago bt he nv stopped toking to me until recently... then onli after he told me then i realised i said something a few months ago tt hurt him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him he was very irritating because everytime we talked, he asked me if i missed him... and it didnt seem appropriate to me... now then i realised.. he hadnt really got over it all these years... kind of angry with myself... bt he's ok now... so.. still pretty fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly heard this song on my ipod today.. i really like it.. e lyrics and all..&lt;br /&gt;kaymiang!! see i so nice!! put xiaozhu's song leh!! XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;羅志祥 - 做得到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;試著讓身邊很吵鬧&lt;br /&gt;好好想念妳的懷抱&lt;br /&gt;某一秒 我竟微笑&lt;br /&gt;體會妳揚起的嘴角 悲傷的呼喚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許在跟自己比較&lt;br /&gt;讓妳哭過是我不好&lt;br /&gt;太自責話都變少&lt;br /&gt;然而妳還是最美好 要讓妳知道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做得到 不管相愛總會有一些低潮&lt;br /&gt;我愛妳 就應該對妳越來越好&lt;br /&gt;現在只想忽然把妳抱得高高&lt;br /&gt;看著妳笑我也笑 別自尋煩惱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做得到 妳說再苦也要跟我直到老&lt;br /&gt;我說的 每一個承諾會說到做到&lt;br /&gt;感謝妳堅強勇敢 讓我很驕傲&lt;br /&gt;妳所想要的愛 我能做得到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許在跟自己比較&lt;br /&gt;讓妳哭過是我不好&lt;br /&gt;太自責話都變少&lt;br /&gt;然而妳還是最美好 要讓妳知道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做得到 不管相愛總會有一些低潮&lt;br /&gt;我愛妳 就應該對妳越來越好&lt;br /&gt;現在只想忽然把妳抱得高高&lt;br /&gt;看著妳笑我也笑 別自尋煩惱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做得到 妳說再苦也要跟我直到老&lt;br /&gt;我說的 每一個承諾會說到做到&lt;br /&gt;感謝妳堅強勇敢 讓我很驕傲&lt;br /&gt;妳所想要的愛 我能做得到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原諒我內心交戰 讓妳好難過&lt;br /&gt;我能給妳的愛 沒有做不到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5153194206207441994?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5153194206207441994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5153194206207441994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5871537810706492430</id><published>2009-02-13T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:49:26.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regina leaving~</title><content type='html'>went out with TFOU without jon... he and his delegates!! Bloody NS... return us our jon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt nevertheless, me, reg, kamesh n carol had a hell of a time... went to MINT which is at Musuem of Toys.. its quite funny.. the whole restaurant is pretty toy-themed... e food are normal but e place is quite small so we arranged to seat near e kitchen where there's this oil smell linger.. = =+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arranged this meeting because we thought tt reg is leaving for queensland today (friday) bt she's actually onli leaving next wed... haha... so gonna miss tt girl with her n her wacky ways.. =(... we gonna go visit u, reg~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with max after tt... just sitting around n having coffee... kind of embarrassed him... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty fun for a day... arranged with TFOU to go drinking on wed! let's hope jon cn make it.. hmmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5871537810706492430?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5871537810706492430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5871537810706492430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/regina-leaving.html' title='regina leaving~'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5113019153038343655</id><published>2009-02-12T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:45:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the curious case of benjamin button</title><content type='html'>Watched "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" with deb, eq, jh n the 9-years-nv-see de wanshi... not bad not bad.. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show lasted 166mins.. my god... summre we were at the 3rd row of the theatre... its was a little uncomfortable bt i think its because we sat for too long.. my legs were getting really cramped... XD... but the show was worth it.. its quite good although a little too slow-paced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debbie cried like after 2 hours of e show.. XDXD... ok, i admit i did too.. bt lesser than her!! Haha.. And two of us started to get excited when Brad Pitt starts to turn younger then become more handsome... E few of us was arguing on whether he has Botox, make up or computer effects to create tt teen look.. cause his skin was totally wrinkleless and we noe Brad is not really tt young.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar... jh n eq treated us to popcorns bt they got e person to mix e salty n sweet ones, onli to realise none of us eat e salty ones.. so end up jh n eq had to finish the salty parts which leaving e sweet ones, which is at e bottom, for us girls... so poor thing.. XDXD... then we kept pushing popcorns to each other.. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5113019153038343655?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5113019153038343655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5113019153038343655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='the curious case of benjamin button'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7131075948436929363</id><published>2009-02-11T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:50:45.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frens n lies</title><content type='html'>i dun being lied to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im a sneaky one... i find out from the sly...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not naive or an idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear frens, if there's anything tt u have lied to me about, u better come clean now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't hesitate to break a frenship based on lies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7131075948436929363?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7131075948436929363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7131075948436929363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/frens-n-lies.html' title='frens n lies'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5652294895189071001</id><published>2009-02-11T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:17:54.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jieying n me</title><content type='html'>went out shopping with my bestfren the other day... XD... we happened to be wearing the same colour scheme... That's wat we call "best friends"... Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301419822120058882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SZJtPXauQAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vOwlH2CyNY4/s320/P07-02-09_15.55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got red pants, she got red scarf... both black tops... she got a pair of very faded jeans tt near white... i got a white tube inside my top... we r both wearing grey slippers... XD.... Cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5652294895189071001?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5652294895189071001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5652294895189071001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/jieying-n-me.html' title='jieying n me'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SZJtPXauQAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vOwlH2CyNY4/s72-c/P07-02-09_15.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-3256750529821416426</id><published>2009-02-09T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:03:07.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have one more sneaky fellow who reads my blog!! You!! You!! The one in Japan now! LOL... You know who you are... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on e other hand, my blackjack luck is very bad... but i love my mahjong luck.. *grins*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情場失意,賭場得意啊~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3256750529821416426?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3256750529821416426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3256750529821416426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-one-more-sneaky-fellow-who-reads.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6035712435794536330</id><published>2009-02-07T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:47:19.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck u</title><content type='html'>Fly my pigeon twice... &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6035712435794536330?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6035712435794536330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6035712435794536330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-u.html' title='fuck u'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7306204582784495626</id><published>2009-02-04T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:43:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Game</title><content type='html'>watched The Wedding Game with Max today... its funny... I was laughing non-stop. Chris and Fann are good but I think HeiRen was very outstanding... XD... His sissy attitude was amazing... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Siva in the act!! Hahaha.. The "so-her" actions... Can't help laughing and thinking of what he said about the filming day. Poor guy.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7306204582784495626?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7306204582784495626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7306204582784495626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-game.html' title='The Wedding Game'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1348911299962712102</id><published>2009-02-02T20:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:13:20.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celebration</title><content type='html'>CNY Celebrations with the 6K'ers again. Its a tradition every year to visit Eugene's house. They went to Eeqing's house this year too but i can't go cause I've got something in the day. There's mahjong, there's blackjack. Hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos do the talking. Too many crazy things. Truth and Dare. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298185936812770210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbwCd2yA6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/RW58j918kEM/s320/IMG_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbvbS-sTOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1PEXgNh_0-k/s1600-h/01022009006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298185263878261986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbvbS-sTOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1PEXgNh_0-k/s320/01022009006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbvEJ7zfTI/AAAAAAAAANs/mssmYSJScFc/s1600-h/01022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298184866313239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbvEJ7zfTI/AAAAAAAAANs/mssmYSJScFc/s320/01022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298184457813569762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbusYJ5MOI/AAAAAAAAANk/Qw2QZB_sW9g/s320/01022009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbuHdA8UHI/AAAAAAAAANc/Xo3YzX2ubSc/s1600-h/31012009031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298183823463043186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbuHdA8UHI/AAAAAAAAANc/Xo3YzX2ubSc/s320/31012009031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1348911299962712102?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1348911299962712102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1348911299962712102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-celebration.html' title='CNY celebration'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SYbwCd2yA6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/RW58j918kEM/s72-c/IMG_1518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-2302602607405120638</id><published>2009-01-24T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:42:35.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dbl O</title><content type='html'>Had a bunch of super unglam photos from the drinking session yesterday.. Or rather, this morning.. XD... Its so rare for 6K people to be drinking together for once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if Mr Yap or Mdm Jameela saw us, they'd faint and die... Their little nerds and model students turned wild.. There's a little devil in everyone!! hahaha.. Debbie's still funny... bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought just went through my mind. I used to blog about all kinds of feelings on blog... Happy, sad, angry, whatever! Then to a point, when my life was almost only filled with misery, my blog was nothing but sadness. And then I realised, why am I remembering and noting down all the uneventful things that are happening in my life? Why am I keeping memories of these things that will probably make me sad and pained again when I read them years from now? So, I stopped blogging. Until my life becomes a little happier, I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picking up blogging again and reading the old posts, I was glad that I blogged down all the sad things that happened. Because looking back, i'm glad that I went through that period that made me grew and made me stronger for anything else to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm glad my life was the way it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2302602607405120638?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2302602607405120638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2302602607405120638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_24.html' title='Dbl O'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-3370501347917447763</id><published>2009-01-23T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:05:53.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahah... my jiemei just told me i'm fierce the other day... HMPH... then my best fren told me not to be so tough... XD... wahseh.. my image is so clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. we shall see about me being gentle... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3370501347917447763?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3370501347917447763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3370501347917447763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7058989136497365826</id><published>2009-01-21T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:07:55.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song is sooooo addictive that I MUST put it up... XD...&lt;br /&gt;I have it on loop in my ipod &amp;amp; after I watch the live performance, wahseh...&lt;br /&gt;I love Jin Akanishi!! Just for this song, just for this dance~~ (Aidi, please don't do anything to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop That Shit Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there waiting alone&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes her shoulder exposed&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and biting her straw&lt;br /&gt;She gave me one look, I froze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sexy inviting eyes&lt;br /&gt;My hands on her hips as we grind&lt;br /&gt;She whispered in an accent unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just let go, let the music take control babe&lt;br /&gt;Move your body, nothing crazy&lt;br /&gt;So take it slow, there's so many things I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I ain't leaving you, cuz I'm yours tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you want me too&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;That luscious drink your lips produce&lt;br /&gt;I can taste that sweet Love Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you want me too&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;That luscious drink your lips produce&lt;br /&gt;I can taste that sweet Love Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy like none of these hoes&lt;br /&gt;Pretty little frame under her clothes&lt;br /&gt;Those lips as red as a rose&lt;br /&gt;Vibing to the beat from the Boze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush the night is still young&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the room and sex things up&lt;br /&gt;I can see you call out my name, saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont stop, more" I'm trying to see how your lips feel babe&lt;br /&gt;All we need is body language&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, I'm falling for you and I just can't lie&lt;br /&gt;I won't go nowhere cuz I'm your man tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you want me too&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;That luscious drink your lips produce&lt;br /&gt;I can taste that sweet Love Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you want me too&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;That luscious drink your lips produce&lt;br /&gt;I can taste that sweet Love Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I've been all around the world, but I ain't seen nothing&lt;br /&gt;Like you, don't matter where you're from, it don't mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;See, I've been all around the world, but I ain't seen nothing&lt;br /&gt;And now I got four minutes to take you back, girl we can be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you want me too&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;That luscious drink your lips produce&lt;br /&gt;I can taste that sweet Love Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you want me too&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;That luscious drink your lips produce&lt;br /&gt;I can taste that sweet Love Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0ezWdDuHWM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0ezWdDuHWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7058989136497365826?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7058989136497365826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7058989136497365826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-song-is-sooooo-addictive-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4966218255048223313</id><published>2009-01-19T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:00:00.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARRIED MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s obvious why dating married men is a bad idea. Falling in love with a guy who already belongs to someone else entails countless painful sacrifices on your part: You cannot have him all for yourself, you have to keep your affair a secret, you can’t be seen together in public, and he can only call you when he can find the time away from his family and friends. Not to mention all the potential stigmas that could plague you if your relationship is exposed.And you have to recognize the real possibility that after all that you've gone through for him, he’s not even contemplating on leaving his wife. "Although some people do find the love of their lives whilst they are still with someone else, a good rule of thumb is that if someone doesn’t leave their marriage within six months, they probably never will," says Helmanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only married man worth considering? He’s the one who tells you to leave him alone and he’ll find you if/when he leaves his marriage, Helmanis adds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOMINATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy takes an interest in everything you do, from the way you dress, who's in your phone list, the way you arrange your room to how your friends treat you.At first it may feel wonderful to have this attentive man who genuinely cares about what's going on in your life, "but pretty soon he is telling you that you fold the laundry wrong (although he never does any) and that your best friend is boring (he doesn't like anyone else to have any influence)," warns Helmanis.A control freak can be extremely charming in a new relationship, but once he feels secure he starts to become pushy and controlling. And unless he can control the other person, he fears he will lose her or that his own life will become chaotic. His tyrannical behavior soon makes life miserable for his partner."Being a control freak is not about love, although he’ll tell you it is: It’s about power," says Helmanis, "Leave, before your confidence does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROKEN HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy who seems so sensitive and caring when you first met and tells you the heart-wrenching story of his past broken relationship. And soon you’ll find out that he's still nursing a broken heart from the relationship he had with someone ten years ago. "Basically, you’re transitional woman in a nurse's uniform," says Helmanis.Face it, if he lives in a haze of self-indulgent gloom and loves the drama of his own misery, you’ll never get through no matter how much time you spend trying to mend his broken heart. So give up and get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMOOTHIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's suave, sports designer suits, has a glitzy social life, owns an expensive apartment and zips around town in a flashy convertible. He loves lavishing women with lots of attention, and has you feeling like a princess with his constant showers of gifts, flowers and exotic dinners.Problem is, you may not be the only chick in this Casanova's life. Men like that are very likely to be a misogynist, warns Helmanis, "He can't see past the skirt to one special individual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll recognize a Drain because this guy constantly saps you – emotionally, financially and/or physically. He hates his life, can't stop complaining about his job, blames everyone else for his own laziness, and essentially relies on you to bolster his poor self-image."Other Drains include men who always seem to be borrowing money because they have maxed out their credit cards, who lose their temper over nothing and use you as an emotional punchbag," says Helmanis. Guys like that are really nothing more than selfish, spoiled whiners who don’t understand the concept of responsibility or self-respect. Get them out of your life and lock the doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4966218255048223313?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4966218255048223313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4966218255048223313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/married-men-its-obvious-why-dating.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6748466655291315546</id><published>2009-01-18T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:49:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>i feel like i shld blog abt something... yet i got nth on my mind to blog abt... argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;*... ok, i shall try to squeeze something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my older blog entries yesterday.. those tt came from a few years back... its kind of funny... cause i realise i like e way i write when i was slightly younger! now, it seems like i'm not as smooth with words anymre... wat used to be a little bit there is completely gone now.. ta-da~! bad for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6748466655291315546?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6748466655291315546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6748466655291315546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6295915508862459044</id><published>2009-01-16T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:22:03.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never put ur real name on ur blog if u dun wan people to read it... even pple whom u think will never be smart enough to think abt it... or to remember that u have a blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW U R READING THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneaky~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6295915508862459044?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6295915508862459044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6295915508862459044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-put-ur-real-name-on-ur-blog-if-u.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-6197647648012348172</id><published>2009-01-15T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:26:57.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa!!</title><content type='html'>Its been a really long time ever since I went to Sentosa to do anything else other than tanning myself by the beach.. For today, I was actually a tourist, trying all the different things! I always thought that all these facilities are so expensive. And you know what? I was always right. *grins*.. But it seems pretty reasonable with a Taiwanese beside us. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we took the cable car over to Sentosa. Its probably only the 2nd or 3rd time that I'm taking it, despite me being a Singaporean. It was fun!! Pinzhen was abit scared at the part where it speeds up a little to leave the station. But it was really cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Merlion which was still alright. It was just alot of sightseeing. There was this so-called "Merlion Show" and we were quite excited about it. Turned out to be a pretty lame animation of the founding of Singapore. Bah! Oh, we were each given a coin to deposit into the mouth of a mini merlion which will spit out a ticket for you to collect a free door gift later on. My merlion spitted out two tickets! = =+. Both were the same though.. And they took the other one back from me. =(... but when I exchanged the gift, it was a luggage tag which can be quite useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Dolphin Lagoon which had a Dolphin show and when we reached, we were onl left with 5 minutes of the show. But really, we saw almost everything we can. I mean, dolphins just pretty much jump here and there, then "walk around" in the waters and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Underwater World. It was fascinating! We couldnt understand why underwater creatures are so ugly. Haha. The tunnel of the Underwater World felt so big when we were kids! Now we almost touch the ceiling if we raise up our hands. Its pretty funny, really. And we actually turn round and round in the tunnel 4 times. Pretty amazing. Because they were feeding the sharks and all so we went to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we went on to the skyride and the LUGE!!!! My favourite part of the day!! It was REALLY fun!! I love the LUGE!!! I wouldn't mind paying so much just to do it over and over again!!! its zooooooom~~~~~~!!!!!! The skyride was alot like what we had when were went to China Yunan but it was not as high because the one in China was between mountains.. This is still alright. Sis was scared though. Because she wore slippers and was so scared that they will fall off. XD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luge!! Luge!! Luge!! I wanna do it again!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-6197647648012348172?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6197647648012348172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/6197647648012348172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentosa.html' title='sentosa!!'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2745625733702608145</id><published>2008-12-21T23:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:29:53.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip</title><content type='html'>went to KL... had some fun... let part of e photos do e talking.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282265852659957426" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SU5fE5wVCfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OvPyMWGpf9M/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282263814470728962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SU5e899tfQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NDBGPgj9Tfg/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2745625733702608145?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2745625733702608145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2745625733702608145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SU5gzmz4_rI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kdGkyFx6-Oo/s72-c/IMG_4145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-4911022540467886400</id><published>2008-12-13T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:26:20.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liankwee &amp; peggy</title><content type='html'>It hit hard cause it came hard.. or rather, surprised... came in a form of a call... i cldnt react intially n cldnt really be bothered... but then i realised... i need to know the truth... and so, i seek it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e truth was alright... there were more hurting words... but i always felt its one sided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mind as much or as long as i thought i wld... tts wat they call "forget"... n i did tt well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've forgottened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, lets move on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4911022540467886400?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4911022540467886400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4911022540467886400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/liankwee-peggy.html' title='liankwee &amp; peggy'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-78282073552365541</id><published>2008-12-12T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:14:45.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone died</title><content type='html'>my SE has been announced dead... totally.. beyond repair... right after Adrian's.. man... and my jiemei's one together with shirley's is &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp; now... joining us anytime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-78282073552365541?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/78282073552365541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/78282073552365541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/phone-died.html' title='phone died'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-4037096003885363104</id><published>2008-11-22T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:16:24.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work &amp; eg</title><content type='html'>work &amp;amp; energy has been keeping me busy.. lol... im so glad tt i was working on variety side because it gave me a valid reason to tok to em... super cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so happy to see eg again... its amazing how e magic works... i cn forget abt em for a long long time... and then suddenly, when they appear in singapore.. i just HAVE to go n look for em... its like there's this magnet tts pulling me towards em without any reason... and they nv fail to woah me with their singing power... or rather, ahdi woahing me with HIS singing power... and i always falls in love with their songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just tt lately, i've started to shift a little towards xiaogang than ahdi... maybe its because ahdi is married with a kid.. tt fact has nv hit me tt much until i read e book... in fact, i have totally forgotten abt it... in e book, u cn really see how much he loves his child... n e mum.. better get someone free n avaliable right? haha... n xiaogang is so cute... u just will like him... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new target *hearts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271516135996060898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SSgv_vnI9OI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0FRUFCzHI4c/s320/IMG_4006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e stupid company person caused my photo to blur!!! !@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-4037096003885363104?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4037096003885363104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/4037096003885363104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-eg.html' title='work &amp; eg'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SSgv_vnI9OI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0FRUFCzHI4c/s72-c/IMG_4006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-3920522567113755150</id><published>2008-11-18T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:14:18.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literacy</title><content type='html'>I have been told that I like to take things at its literal meaning... Does that mean that I have no sense of humour? Sometimes i wonder whether my wavelength is the same as others. There's alot of jokes that i dun usually get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or stuff that people find funny but i don't laugh at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things that i find hilarious, or interesting, pple give me e blank stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, im weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3920522567113755150?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3920522567113755150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3920522567113755150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/literacy.html' title='literacy'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8061941360413803656</id><published>2008-11-16T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:32:04.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work sucks</title><content type='html'>work sucks! schedule's an entire big mess.. days tt i wished i was free was totally occupied... with HALF-DAYS... which made it all even worse... we gonna get alot of half-days in rundowns now which sucks because it means u gotta come back on more days... and its not like we take e bus to work everyday... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish e situation can get a little better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on e other hand, im considering between continuing mediacorp freelancing or taking up a full-time job somewhere else... but as always, i hate standard office hours... argh... wat an irony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna go back to sch n wish i could...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8061941360413803656?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8061941360413803656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8061941360413803656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-sucks.html' title='work sucks'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1692433541642602751</id><published>2008-10-29T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:52:30.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy to blog</title><content type='html'>I have been lazy to blog because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No time&lt;br /&gt;2. I have lost my camera's charger and I can't take photos&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like to blog without photos&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. ok.. that was stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was requested by grace to go back and help out with SSLS every saturday again... recommended limin over because of my committment with CH5 and i don't think i can spare e time... bt grace wanted someone with the experience.. come on, just admit you guys are lazy to train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, was still glad to be given a chance to go back and work with the cast and crew again... we shall see more ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then samantha suddenly told me out of nowhere today to get married in the next few months... i was like "WHAT?!"... onli to realise that she's hoping to get a wedding to start taking pictures.. and so probably all e ADs in e office are her target.. haha... anyone wanna get married in the new future??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: everyone tells me i've slimmed down~! so happy... slimmin down without having to diet.. cool~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1692433541642602751?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1692433541642602751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1692433541642602751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/lazy-to-blog.html' title='lazy to blog'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2936900800594651306</id><published>2008-10-21T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:25:21.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed up...</title><content type='html'>haiz... tough at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being e most in-experienced and slowest among all the ADs has given me a tremendous stress beyond my own imagination... my own desire to catch up with them, my PM's expectations of me... its has scared me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the workload but more of how i might never be as good as them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt expect myself to be the kind to stress myself out... its a whole big woah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2936900800594651306?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2936900800594651306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2936900800594651306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/stressed-up.html' title='stressed up...'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5993122509519145452</id><published>2008-09-24T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:37:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>work is so trying to kill me... but i have to admit tt its fun!! im beginning to treat my house like hotel... onli coming home to sleep... zzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5993122509519145452?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5993122509519145452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5993122509519145452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5846332840575671582</id><published>2008-09-13T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:49:46.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan</title><content type='html'>back from taiwan... will blog about it soon... when im not so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: im so blur abt work.. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5846332840575671582?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5846332840575671582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5846332840575671582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/taiwan.html' title='taiwan'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-5580449246108008656</id><published>2008-08-19T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:08:44.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liankwee n sara</title><content type='html'>It can be quite weird to hear that your name popped up between some people whom you thought will never discuss you. But well, they did. Then you start to suspect, start to think about how real one of them is. You start to think about the close friend that's on the other side too - how will he or she sees you. It can be sad to know that people you wished was on your side has remained on the neutral line for a long, long time. Or maybe, not so neutral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human relationships is getting more and more difficult to handle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave as fast as I can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5580449246108008656?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5580449246108008656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5580449246108008656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/08/liankwee-n-sara.html' title='liankwee n sara'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-3602548853937277317</id><published>2008-08-14T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:54:58.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad has a woman outside</title><content type='html'>Whenever I watch drama serials, I always felt that the things that happened inside never seems to happen to me. I'm just living a very normal life. Nothing unexpected happens, nothing big. I have a happy family and almost everything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to the normality that when I finally noticed the flaw, the unexpected, I broke down. The disappointment, the hurt. The confusion of not knowing how to react. I don't know what to do. At times like this, I wished my sister was here. Thank god she's just a phone call away, even she could not be physically beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faced reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely fairytale is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-3602548853937277317?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3602548853937277317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/3602548853937277317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/08/dad-has-woman-outside.html' title='dad has a woman outside'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1905169774306047598</id><published>2008-08-09T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:56:31.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakup...</title><content type='html'>A friend broke up with his girlfriend without quarrel of any sort....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now an almost changed man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1905169774306047598?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1905169774306047598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1905169774306047598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/08/breakup.html' title='breakup...'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-1923316045491736528</id><published>2008-07-26T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:31:30.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok? taiwan??</title><content type='html'>A friend left for Taiwan on 24th July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jiemei left for Bangkok the very next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to look forward to is the things that they have been requested to bring back for me... But my jiemei is not exactly very safe because he has a tendency to throw me to the back of his brains... damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Bangkok / Hongkong / KL / Taiwan / Japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop me an airticket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-1923316045491736528?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1923316045491736528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/1923316045491736528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/bangkok-taiwan.html' title='bangkok? taiwan??'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8084660090442618637</id><published>2008-07-18T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:14:53.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish that I was easier with the things that are happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even have to involve me but I can get so worked up that people tend to assume that I'm the one in a fix. Often, I'm just angry on behalf of the person who have suffered. I cannot bear to see injustice done, even if it is not really the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is just between two, not. It brings in the people around you, friends or families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the peak of my anger and I've got no idea what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that my house is not good enough for you to play mahjong in. Or perhaps our company is not worthy of you? I do not see the point of spending the cabfare home when I could have been sitting in the comfort of my own home and playing the exact same game, with a slight difference in players, perhaps. I do not see the need to hang out with your friends, whom I do not even know. I do not even know you exactly, as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8084660090442618637?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8084660090442618637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8084660090442618637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-wish-that-i-was-easier-with.html' title=''/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7726281647714832535</id><published>2008-07-15T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:58:55.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gordon</title><content type='html'>I didn't expect to have such complicated feelings when we talked to an old, old friend... And old BEST friend, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The threesome of a friendship was really great at the peak of its days. We were young, insane, daring and just practically loyal to each other. It was the kind that you just end up seeing each other everyday, without knowing why. Hanging out just seems like the right thing to do. We were important to each other, we know. We stopped him from smoking and he never did, not in front of us, anyway. And he always knows that he should walk away when his mouth stank. I came to know later that he never let someone else stopped him from smoking again without getting pissed off. But back, you were never angry even if we confiscated your cigarettes at the few rare times they got exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the platonic friendship between two girls and a guy. It was not as simple as I thought (to be found out just today) but that was how it is to me for these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, outsiders, history and our own selfish feelings killed the simple relationship. It involved alot of backstabbing, tears, gossips and a serious of pain of heart. I do not want to think back to those days but even till now, I questioned myself on the decision I made so long ago. Was that the truth or did I really wronged him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any contact until today. Spontanity spurred us. It brought memories back in pails and buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I don't know what to think anymore. The old days will never be back. And I will miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7726281647714832535?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7726281647714832535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7726281647714832535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/gordon.html' title='gordon'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-2538506780124529099</id><published>2008-07-12T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:58:32.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must have been born to be in media</title><content type='html'>I think that I must have been fated to enter the media industry. Or maybe its because Mediacorp is so fun that no one really wants to leave it. But of course, the workload is horrible. Its the company that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that I'm not cut out to be in an administrative job. I just cannot sit in an office the whole day, with only lunch to look forward to. I prefer jobs that allows interaction. Mediacorp let me gets outside and runs around. I couldn't be more thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Perfect" had let me worked with people like Pornsak and Calvin who are so funny that we had a roaring time in the bus between stops and it never felt like work at all. Although I was not there for every episodes, its the familiarity in there that you know you can just speak what you want. I think I felt more at ease with them than with my AP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sheng Siong Live Show" was an initial stresser because its LIVE and you are not allowed to make any mistake. There is no retake for it which made rehearsals very important. Desmond and Kym are great people who bestowed all the crew with food every saturdays. Sugar rolls, curry puffs, doughnuts, buns, cupcakes n e nonya kuehs are unforgettable. I think my AP is already planning what is to be bought for the last episode which is next week, with today being the second last. And I thank the show for letting me get to see the artistes I like without having to make my way down to their signature sessions etc, and even has a chance to interact with them. Thanks to them, I've seen F.I.R, Gary Cao and Kenji Wu. I will miss the crew and the rehearsals which are always so funny. L is no longer allowed to pickup rehearsal phone calls because what happened will always happen in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really do want to go back to mediacorp.. Damn, I miss the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-2538506780124529099?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2538506780124529099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/2538506780124529099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-must-have-been-born-to-be-in-media.html' title='I must have been born to be in media'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7703668912371222543</id><published>2008-07-08T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:24:42.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid bus commuters</title><content type='html'>I was on e bus home today when I got really pissed off e moment I boarded it. The bus was quite empty but it was quite a task for me to get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the stupid OLs and Aunties who have brains as big as a pea and cannot be considerate enough to others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that our buses come in double seats. So I really cannot understand why is it that some of those people just got to seat on the outside seat, leaving the internal seat empty but yet cannot be taken! Did SMRT, SBS and Translink created their bus such that e moment your butt touches e internal seat, you will die?? I have sat so many times on the inside and I'm very much alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing is that, when you attempt to get into the seat on the inside, they just merely shifted their bodies to the side and expect you to crawl through that small space between them and the seat in front and yet NOT get your butt in their faces. That's quite difficult, even for a kid, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you bloody people do not want to sit on the inside or stand up to let people get that seat or get a butt in your face, you guys better shoo off the buses. Jolly well go and get your own cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7703668912371222543?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7703668912371222543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7703668912371222543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-bus-commuters.html' title='stupid bus commuters'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8361619548145478538</id><published>2008-07-03T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:37:08.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday, saturday and sunday</title><content type='html'>Had Suki buffet with KX and JY on friday. As usual, we were crapping all e way and I became e target this time... =(... Session of mahjong with JY, her boyfren n his BP mates... I've got no idea to say whether I enjoyed it or not. The company was the one thats odd and seriously, its not even the new people I know. My face flushes pink and I tried to act cool about it. Well, I brought the person. But his behaviour upsetted me. It felt like an elder sister bringing the little boy out when you were supposed to be 3 years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday went to midnight KTV with e NS boys because we just wanted to sing. Cheers to them as they waited till I end work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218486431119861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SGvJwqgYZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/P46JEHpBjtk/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218487240984209714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SGvKfzfFqTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wG_-dLh7dB8/s320/IMG_3150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jiemei enjoyed himself with all his rock songs.. see how involved he is... and i have never hear junhao sing despite knowing him for 9 years... ohmygod...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8361619548145478538?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8361619548145478538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8361619548145478538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-saturday-and-sunday.html' title='friday, saturday and sunday'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SGvJwqgYZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/P46JEHpBjtk/s72-c/IMG_3153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10432438.post-5594455186658917607</id><published>2008-06-26T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:05:59.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindaichi</title><content type='html'>There are no spoken or writtened rules that blogs should be updated daily but we all know that it is almost as good of an equivalent as to a diary. It should be updated regularly, at the very least. I guess my definition of "regularly" turns out to be once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been great because I have been wasting my time at home, being a potato couch. I report to Mediacorp once a week for the live show and have been looking forward to the next few episodes as Kenji Wu Ke Qun, F.I.R and Yoga Lim You Jia is coming as guests for the next few weeks. I'm thrilled as can be but silently praying that Jam Hsiao Jing Teng will be able to make it to the show before it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend had tried to matchmake me with the buddy of her darling and I must admit that he is relatively eligible (from the sound of it) but I haven't even met him and so we shall not speak of it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got someone new to bully in the office and he has been physically and verbally abused by me. However, not a single word of complain. I hope he hasn't been poking voodoo dolls, with my name and birthdate pinned to their forehead, behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shows has been loaded from the internet into my computer lately and the volume has been getting so big that I'm having a hard time finishing them all. Its beginning to feel more like a chore than entertainment but I believe that there will be a day when Japan stops producing something that I want to watch for a season. That is when all these comes in handy. However, it will definitely not be the next season. Yet, as I can't finish the new shows, I'm turning time backwards and watching the all-famous detective, Kindaichi. Regardless of it being Tsuyoshi Domoto or Matsumoto Jun on the screen. I love the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been trying to make up for the time when I'm still working and couldn't squeeze time at all to enter the cinema. Ticking movies off the I-Must-Watch-These list is a wonderful feeling. So far, I have managed to catch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kungfu Panda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get Smart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accuracy of Death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for more to fill the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me out, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-5594455186658917607?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5594455186658917607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/5594455186658917607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/kindaichi.html' title='Kindaichi'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-7406969235736737006</id><published>2008-06-02T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:32:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liankwee</title><content type='html'>Is it possible for something from a year ago to start hurting now?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to start crying all over again for something a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to stare at all e memories and turn my head away from them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that you are still in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why couldn't I forget you even after a year? Why did my heart skipped again when I saw you back a year ago? Why did we have to tangle on for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I still I can't convince myself that you have vacated from my heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-7406969235736737006?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7406969235736737006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/7406969235736737006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/liankwee.html' title='liankwee'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10432438.post-8969890504763166881</id><published>2008-05-30T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:46:00.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_28KDz9OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TJYRgulxamY/s1600-h/IMG_3050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206151207616509154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_28KDz9OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TJYRgulxamY/s320/IMG_3050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_2tqDz9NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MGE6EHES2qE/s1600-h/IMG_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206150958508405970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_2tqDz9NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MGE6EHES2qE/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_2gKDz9MI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ytrbsuQVFzo/s1600-h/IMG_3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206150726580171970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_2gKDz9MI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ytrbsuQVFzo/s320/IMG_3058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_2QqDz9LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/15wVsu1PD-w/s1600-h/n897270076_3009350_8099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206150460292199602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_2QqDz9LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/15wVsu1PD-w/s320/n897270076_3009350_8099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_1-qDz9KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EFHuZjfd2i8/s1600-h/IMG_3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206150151054554274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_1-qDz9KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EFHuZjfd2i8/s320/IMG_3042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_0bqDz9JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GGQnh0ayN7g/s1600-h/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206148450247505042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_0bqDz9JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GGQnh0ayN7g/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day that I have been waiting for for the past 3 years finally arrived yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, SP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10432438-8969890504763166881?l=joanneisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8969890504763166881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10432438/posts/default/8969890504763166881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>~*Joanne juz walked by n is gone*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fgg2XdAi5wU/SD_28KDz9OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TJYRgulxamY/s72-c/IMG_3050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
