<?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-2292188601741499449</id><updated>2011-12-02T12:26:24.190+08:00</updated><category term='khidmat negara'/><category term='Unfolding University'/><category term='Sports Patriotism'/><category term='Highschool Days'/><title type='text'>Rum and Raisins</title><subtitle type='html'>To let faith lead me into a deeper understanding of prayer and live simply, love generously, care deeply and speak kindly</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5382033779674124536</id><published>2011-11-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:29:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just hopeful</title><content type='html'>Blogging is really not my past routine to keep, but its nice to have a place to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and really drained. I know things will pass. It is just a matter of time but the process of going through it is really tough. Sometimes I realize I put really high expectation on myself but if I don't they perhaps nothing can be achieved. Still, I hoped. Like today, it was suppose to be a total blow but I somehow took it coolly and feel grateful more than anything. Sometimes we gotta look past things and realize that we're blessed after all. Second chances don't come all the time and I'd like to say 'thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OLg31fYzO8/TtZKCxYoOOI/AAAAAAAABr4/qjhTP-A4nwM/s1600/tumblr_lveejej2XY1r65uwlo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OLg31fYzO8/TtZKCxYoOOI/AAAAAAAABr4/qjhTP-A4nwM/s400/tumblr_lveejej2XY1r65uwlo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BV7maS8pCPU/TtZKeReCmyI/AAAAAAAABsA/Tw-zSWatYIk/s1600/hope_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BV7maS8pCPU/TtZKeReCmyI/AAAAAAAABsA/Tw-zSWatYIk/s400/hope_large_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least with this little hope of a second chance, maybe things will not be as bad as it already was :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still time for things to turn out differently. Maybe not the best but at least better than before... but all effort in okeh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5382033779674124536?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5382033779674124536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5382033779674124536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5382033779674124536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5382033779674124536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-hopeful.html' title='Just hopeful'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OLg31fYzO8/TtZKCxYoOOI/AAAAAAAABr4/qjhTP-A4nwM/s72-c/tumblr_lveejej2XY1r65uwlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1650254058421208833</id><published>2011-03-25T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:55:36.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SYIm1urcV5I/TYw0UOCaTII/AAAAAAAABpk/isaZDq4VbQg/s1600/z217724050_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SYIm1urcV5I/TYw0UOCaTII/AAAAAAAABpk/isaZDq4VbQg/s400/z217724050_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, there's yet so many uncertainties. Even with this blog venting i know very well that i won't be able to get answers for my confusion. Instead i resolve this time to searching for quotes and hope that it would somehow in a little way offer me some insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lALOUfGPJxw/TYw0Jj17ppI/AAAAAAAABpU/cIxNLHJBKvk/s1600/1300604293426271_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lALOUfGPJxw/TYw0Jj17ppI/AAAAAAAABpU/cIxNLHJBKvk/s400/1300604293426271_large.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had so much in your mind that you wake up each morning feeling more tired that ever......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RlgG0t78F-c/TYw0Lz4YIMI/AAAAAAAABpY/d2toQLWouWE/s1600/tumblr_l87kynBUhM1qbb82so1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RlgG0t78F-c/TYw0Lz4YIMI/AAAAAAAABpY/d2toQLWouWE/s400/tumblr_l87kynBUhM1qbb82so1_400_large.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't i make up my mind and just be a lil' more brave to go for the things i really want... why must there always be so much to consider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BsazwnM28Io/TYw0IXZAs8I/AAAAAAAABpQ/VK5g5IF0sgs/s1600/65687-1359f5-468-599_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BsazwnM28Io/TYw0IXZAs8I/AAAAAAAABpQ/VK5g5IF0sgs/s400/65687-1359f5-468-599_large.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should try flipping a coin... and cross my fingers hoping that before the coin touches the ground i would have decide what i have wanted all the while. If it drops and i still haven come up with anything, then i guess even if i spend a whole day flipping its only a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QCk13LfcoPs/TYw0S_Ynx9I/AAAAAAAABpg/woHtRahU3qM/s1600/tumblr_ldnehwsVYj1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QCk13LfcoPs/TYw0S_Ynx9I/AAAAAAAABpg/woHtRahU3qM/s400/tumblr_ldnehwsVYj1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be where i was placed...but half of me wants to be rebellious. I want to hold up a white flag but what if its not what i want, will i be able to walk with faith.... The question is: Am i capable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-80zRLdLQ3_8/TYw3d50z-sI/AAAAAAAABpo/Lm_4wTxbJ9w/s1600/quote%252Calbert%252Ceinstein%252Ceinstein%252Clife%252Clovehopepeace%252Cquotes-1c071af798d160bb65fa55478590c58f_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-80zRLdLQ3_8/TYw3d50z-sI/AAAAAAAABpo/Lm_4wTxbJ9w/s400/quote%252Calbert%252Ceinstein%252Ceinstein%252Clife%252Clovehopepeace%252Cquotes-1c071af798d160bb65fa55478590c58f_h_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all these while the only dilemma was that if the change happens then i would become a wolf. Would i be able to endure all these while remaining strong enough to still run ahead challenging myself and achieving the standards i've set for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, this quote is for you too in hope that it would encourage you because i thought its rather true although very little will choose this path to walk alone cause it will be too painful. But perhaps someday, this pain would give you no regrets in your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3HzdUlve21A/TYw0O3K-p_I/AAAAAAAABpc/8u2QXysVMNE/s1600/tumblr_kum4csZe161qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3HzdUlve21A/TYw0O3K-p_I/AAAAAAAABpc/8u2QXysVMNE/s400/tumblr_kum4csZe161qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wish one day i would be able to say "I have no regrets" no matter what decisions i'm bound to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1650254058421208833?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1650254058421208833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1650254058421208833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1650254058421208833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1650254058421208833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2011/03/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SYIm1urcV5I/TYw0UOCaTII/AAAAAAAABpk/isaZDq4VbQg/s72-c/z217724050_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6664314833289797355</id><published>2011-03-18T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:57:23.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>The urge to write something just surfaces tonight together with alot of mixed feelings that i've been carrying with me so that many weeks. A final breakdown i guess.... Listening to the same album same song again and again with lyrics i understand not didn't clear my head. I'm tired physically and mentally but i don't feel like going to bed. Nothing within seems right and i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hzusOzhCsKA/TYI5I7MVUEI/AAAAAAAABpE/5FT-P7OtvzY/s1600/Inspirational.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hzusOzhCsKA/TYI5I7MVUEI/AAAAAAAABpE/5FT-P7OtvzY/s400/Inspirational.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lBtgBbRkwHs/TYI5ghLiPaI/AAAAAAAABpI/XPvz_ZOQRo8/s1600/tumblr_lh3xmkLySv1qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lBtgBbRkwHs/TYI5ghLiPaI/AAAAAAAABpI/XPvz_ZOQRo8/s400/tumblr_lh3xmkLySv1qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perhaps i should stop comparing or out-do myself... Even more i wish some feelings were delete-able. But then maybe i should try turn this feelings into a drive that enables me to re-think my directions and understand my limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need time...but time, will you at this time wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for a holiday, an escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6664314833289797355?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6664314833289797355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6664314833289797355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6664314833289797355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6664314833289797355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2011/03/limits.html' title='Limits'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hzusOzhCsKA/TYI5I7MVUEI/AAAAAAAABpE/5FT-P7OtvzY/s72-c/Inspirational.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1933076086821095785</id><published>2010-12-01T02:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:08:59.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unfolding University'/><title type='text'>There goes....all of it</title><content type='html'>Things or rather time just slips away so easily yet swiftly and here am i sitting in front of my lappy in the early hours of december the beginning and realise that i should make use of my time better than this. All the thoughts of wanting to enjoy and accomplish many many things since the beginning of sorrows when the subjects begin to get heavy (at least for me) seem to have vanish and i am passing each day without aims, sleeping at the wrong hours of the days and stalking morning cartoons and dramas on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it then. A semester has pass and gone-by and you might have asked deep inside "Is this the uni life you'd expect then?" But i say "Oh well, all the same all the same except with more freedom in every sense almost and eating becomes only a need no longer enjoyable." But look... this is how it was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was a total torture as the lack of sleep only makes aches all over when you're require to sit all day listening to helpful talks (which mostly was very uninformative) but the seniors were good people that taught us alot thou i do not deny that as on earth yet are they the good and the 'neevil'. No sooner classes commence and i was non the less still blur and found hard to adapt to certain things which i realise i'd just gotta bear with it and if ever they annoy me i can only curse under my breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the seniors weren't scary... my room seniors weren't bad either. Nice people they are, really. That i am glad to have their companionship to understand. The process of getting to know people was the gist of it... lets say we've found good ones and also hard ones, funny ones and also crazy ones not forgetting all the fb and dinner kaki's. And then the seed grows to blossom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUlpwUCf-I/AAAAAAAABn0/1_3Awmk8vdg/s1600/SN202016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUlpwUCf-I/AAAAAAAABn0/1_3Awmk8vdg/s400/SN202016.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University was absurdly humongous and the sad part is that one bus doesn't go around so my legs are strong now eh.. Then there's the monday blues where you have 8am class and there's a multitude standing and fighting for a seemingly tiny bus under the rushing crowd. Life's survival law:survival of the fittest. Fight or push your way thru and most of the time i just get sucked up into the bus without trying hard cause its like that. Nightmare is was... yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUmVVkCFCI/AAAAAAAABn8/yXnkFClGMhU/s1600/SN202025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUmVVkCFCI/AAAAAAAABn8/yXnkFClGMhU/s400/SN202025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Library in which most of the time i'd be seen in there if there's break in between cause by the time you'd reach the bed to take a breath its time to rush for the coming class.... that's how large the comparison was. But rather call yourself student eh if library is no second home for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUmAoueAOI/AAAAAAAABn4/9O-tj2oBce4/s1600/SN201974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUmAoueAOI/AAAAAAAABn4/9O-tj2oBce4/s400/SN201974.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUm9QR0smI/AAAAAAAABoE/C3622yUyZ3A/s1600/SN202004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUm9QR0smI/AAAAAAAABoE/C3622yUyZ3A/s400/SN202004.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block P3 Room 432 was the place of rest together with 3 other people. You can say that this 3feet wide place is my corner where i eat, sleep and die lol... Cramp ain't it but i manage somehow with loads of books and other unreasonable stuffs. As time goes, i eventually share my bed with them books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUnQ1Yxs-I/AAAAAAAABoI/VGtnXAgPqA0/s1600/SN202002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUnQ1Yxs-I/AAAAAAAABoI/VGtnXAgPqA0/s400/SN202002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then going to uni also made sleep at the time where most people are almost waking or i sleep at irregular hours like 7-9pm and haven had dinner. It was a silly thing to do but you just get so tired nothing else mattered not when we have tests like that's the only thing that mattered or tutorials which have tutors that might kill you if you didn't finish them or assignments all over with group mates rendered no point nor lab reports should one take it seriously. Then the physics prof always says "you should find time to do your exercise everyday" Hullo.... whats with my 24 hours i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUnoaLuL0I/AAAAAAAABoM/rL-4R4QMOAg/s1600/DSC02572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUnoaLuL0I/AAAAAAAABoM/rL-4R4QMOAg/s400/DSC02572.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do silly things that the cctv man might laugh his head off is they really do have one.. So you raid the lecture hall when the last class ended too early or the lecturer just decided to play sick. Fun tho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUriizDxWI/AAAAAAAABok/_PzBofi4gKo/s1600/SN202064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUriizDxWI/AAAAAAAABok/_PzBofi4gKo/s400/SN202064.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the green campus we all call 'forest' there's is indeed a bridge that leads us to the glorious MCD which we celebrated our first month of uni life... with much complains and comments on college, roommates, coursemates and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUr6nU2bZI/AAAAAAAABoo/zh-6wf4IdKs/s1600/SN202112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUr6nU2bZI/AAAAAAAABoo/zh-6wf4IdKs/s400/SN202112.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner did we discover porky noodles instead of having economy rice daily which was getting kinda dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUs6vl0QiI/AAAAAAAABo0/VjolxtvIImk/s1600/SN202148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUs6vl0QiI/AAAAAAAABo0/VjolxtvIImk/s400/SN202148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also joyce's birthday celebrated by the mbs gang... Our school happen to be the funny ones which had too many enrolment which result of the 'sama sekolah' gang but it was good, like a second chance as i didn't hold this opportunity to get to know them better at school. Never talked to chester, menghua and i always had conversations on toilet rolls and null, hankee was always the help station and alicia was still a distant friend until &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUrCQ8U9-I/AAAAAAAABog/zG8m7xwt7m4/s1600/Tanglong+fest.+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUrCQ8U9-I/AAAAAAAABog/zG8m7xwt7m4/s400/Tanglong+fest.+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became inseparable in uni except for the times when i left for home.. apologies on that. Humans are just weird things and i never seen it come too. But we're best buddies now and still lots to share and learn up till 4years. Having you as a friend is a great comfort to the heart really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUrBknDwdI/AAAAAAAABoc/SqHY94Y0jCQ/s1600/Tanglong+fest.+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUrBknDwdI/AAAAAAAABoc/SqHY94Y0jCQ/s400/Tanglong+fest.+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all eating aside, there are yet many activities participated and yields a smile and unforgettable memories. Poignant ones... The tanglung celebration of our college and letting off the gigantic helium lantern was a first time. Had camps with so low in budget that i almost manage thru 3 days without a wholesome shower (nao nao... its a camp that you'd even have to cook your own food and there is only 2 toilets with almost 80 people) without proper sleep until when i got back to my room for the entire 20yrs of life i learned to enjoy a nice cold bath and sleep well. Only too well because on this particular day was the beginning of truant. Oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUq-9tnBCI/AAAAAAAABoU/HBPJ3Tj5irY/s1600/45592_484353488764_813718764_6839132_226406_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUq-9tnBCI/AAAAAAAABoU/HBPJ3Tj5irY/s400/45592_484353488764_813718764_6839132_226406_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercollege sports - The game of squash that bonds not to mention all the 'ouch and ahhhh' that even counterpain doesn't offer relieve. Victory wasn't ours but they did give us an experience and the leaning of this game was indeed fun minus tiring as trainings are all at night (the only time where most do not have class... and yes, there are classes from 8-10pm in upm) There's rugby which i didn't get to watch the game because i was dying in tutorial classes and basketball which i begin to enjoy watching and cheering for our team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUrAgkcx-I/AAAAAAAABoY/uK4wvoBVnrc/s1600/47463_425795284982_643164982_4920625_5337865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUrAgkcx-I/AAAAAAAABoY/uK4wvoBVnrc/s400/47463_425795284982_643164982_4920625_5337865_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part came when lilian took us out for dinner... it was some time we had that we'd hope it would happen often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happening are they...? Yet there are still alot of uncertainties in my head to which might determine the future but which is the path for me.. While these are things to ponder and consider throughly results are round the corner and in a reality world they matters the most. Then, i've also learned about life and people to know enough of the many things and ways that the wise has talked about and experience them myself to know that uni is actually the preview of the world outside except that every action comes a consequence and only hope they are lessons engraved deep within shall it not be repeated besides stuffing my brains with physics formulas, chemistry reactions, ethnic and tamadun views and calculus theorem which makes no sense. All to my dismay, have already entered the recycle bin in my dum dum head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1933076086821095785?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1933076086821095785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1933076086821095785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1933076086821095785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1933076086821095785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-goesall-of-it.html' title='There goes....all of it'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TPUlpwUCf-I/AAAAAAAABn0/1_3Awmk8vdg/s72-c/SN202016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6731958482129598617</id><published>2010-07-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:53:54.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unfolding University'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so orientation and university begins tomorrow... dreads, worries, expectations, hopes and dreams might change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to anticipate and what would future turn out to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6731958482129598617?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6731958482129598617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6731958482129598617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6731958482129598617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6731958482129598617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-so-orientation-and-university.html' title=''/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-8285209514193105486</id><published>2010-06-30T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:07:40.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>It feels nice isn't it when you bought something for someone and they liked it... then they come say a word of thank you to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... damn ptptn website is unavailable to me since yesterday afternoon. And today is the last day for application submission =/&amp;nbsp; The in-the-net is hopeless and i am donkey for doing things last minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have some backache and tummy ache but you still need to sit upright all day... urgghhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-8285209514193105486?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8285209514193105486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=8285209514193105486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8285209514193105486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8285209514193105486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/06/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-9098129248661936246</id><published>2010-06-21T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:57:38.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unfolding University'/><title type='text'>Lost and helpless</title><content type='html'>18 June, keluarlah keputusan yang dinanti-nantikan dengan penuh harapan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TB7MCewKpPI/AAAAAAAABik/Kl-p0wxUkps/s1600/UPM.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TB7MCewKpPI/AAAAAAAABik/Kl-p0wxUkps/s400/UPM.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, berasa agak kecewa because i got none of my 8 choices. Only I really thank God for being blessed enuf to be thrown into UPM rather that some other university 'cause UPM was indeed one of my option tho i much favor UKM. Only my course kinda dread me... because its majoring Physics and i am no physics brain :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost not knowing what is ahead and what holds the future.. It feels like my entire view is being clouded.. i am immersed in fear and so full of questions. Lost and helpless 'cause i cannot change things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An appeal to change course seem like a way of light but will i succeed?&lt;br /&gt;What do i write to convince the deans?&lt;br /&gt;What future did God pave for me that i didn't see...?&lt;br /&gt;What if the 'that' i want is not the best for me as God sees it...?&lt;br /&gt;What is things doesn't work or my appeal is being rejected... am i able  to cope physics and more physics?&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang akan terjadi?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel myself getting quieter since then, staring more into space.. thinking and thinking yet not know what is in my empty head. So much to do...and yet time seems to be running out. But i want to thank you deary for accompanying me at the crucial moment and thereafter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Father, i feel so distant from you that when i talk to you it feels as if you're not listening to me... would you teach me what to do next...? Which stone is the one that will lead me on..? Guide me and hold me hand. Lead me on..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s// Offer accepted nevertheless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-9098129248661936246?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9098129248661936246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=9098129248661936246' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/9098129248661936246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/9098129248661936246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling-so-lost-and-helpless.html' title='Lost and helpless'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TB7MCewKpPI/AAAAAAAABik/Kl-p0wxUkps/s72-c/UPM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-99787436368927532</id><published>2010-06-15T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:54:30.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Patriotism'/><title type='text'>MALAYSIA WON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note from Author: Sorry, this is a ancient ago draft (written on the night Malaysia won Germany) which i just realise i never posted but still stubbornly want to add them to the collection of my bloggies. Don't bother to read okeh... Paiseh lah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won We won....!!! Whoever says Malaysia will be in defeat?! We did it, we WON....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tlIR5fOFI/AAAAAAAABdE/qyar9XfZatY/s1600/s_63hafiz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470577365289482322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tlIR5fOFI/AAAAAAAABdE/qyar9XfZatY/s400/s_63hafiz.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 251px; width: 350px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy i'm jumping around...jumping up and down, sweating like mad. It was really exciting.. so kan cheong my heart can stop. Yesh, i was as happy as them jumping and cheering and clapping and joining the standing ovation, giving my aunt n grandmother 'Hi fives' when we won the first doubles... Practically was as crazy as the crowd. I think i should be at the stadium. Haha.. feels damn sampat think if i watch at mamak and sendiri bising there Lol.. so better at home how sampat also no one cares. Expect maybe the whole road knows house No.17 &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;which is my house&lt;/span&gt; watches Thomas Cup 2010 Quarter Finals and supporting M A L A Y S I A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we finally won..! Good job Hafiz Hashim :D He really did redeem himself as he said in the press. Even Choong hann who lost was happy and smiling.. And although i was drained and tired and almost lost my voice after 5 hours of cheering but in the end it was all worth! And the best bit is i get to share every victorious moment with my other half even though it was only thru' communication lines :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Chong Wei vs Peter Gade Christensen 21-17, 21-17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tqPDRSgYI/AAAAAAAABdc/w1kVTBUl-1o/s1600/Lee+Chong+Wei+1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470582979180003714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tqPDRSgYI/AAAAAAAABdc/w1kVTBUl-1o/s400/Lee+Chong+Wei+1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koo Kien Keat/Tan Boon Heong vs Carsten Mogensen/Mathias Boe 21-17, 21-19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-raRZzHfrI/AAAAAAAABc0/debdRL-Brn8/s1600/12-+tan+koo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470424689912807090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-raRZzHfrI/AAAAAAAABc0/debdRL-Brn8/s400/12-+tan+koo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 266px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Boon Heong celebrates after winning Malaysia's second point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tqOMJ9l8I/AAAAAAAABdM/xVY2QFhgK-k/s1600/12-koo1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470582964385322946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tqOMJ9l8I/AAAAAAAABdM/xVY2QFhgK-k/s400/12-koo1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koo Kien Keat and Tan Boon Heong in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wong Choong Hann lost to Jan O Jorgensen 20-22, 21-16, 18-21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tqOrUfjbI/AAAAAAAABdU/TQMqQfprR9k/s1600/12-wong2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470582972750990770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tqOrUfjbI/AAAAAAAABdU/TQMqQfprR9k/s400/12-wong2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 274px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Most unfortunate, Choong hann defeat was close&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Although he himself maybe disappointed because he failed to end the game however i thought he played extremely well against Denmark than Japan. You can't deny that Jorgensen did well too as he discovered Choong hann's weakness in net play and make use of the fact the Choong hann is left handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Choong hann, show China what you've got man... Keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mohd Zakry Abdul Latif/Hoon Thien How lost to Lars Paaske/Jonas Rasmussen 26-24, 12-21, 19-21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tlINpcKSI/AAAAAAAABc8/8rKRYYP89p0/s1600/12-latif+and+Hoon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470577364148431138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tlINpcKSI/AAAAAAAABc8/8rKRYYP89p0/s400/12-latif+and+Hoon.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 264px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A newly paired couple after yesterday's incident.. their first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;match was an exciting one but the spirit went down on the second half and lost on the third.. Mostly is due to the fact of misunderstanding though it was a close match. All down to Hafiz Hashim nao&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muhd Hafiz Hashim vs Joachim Persson 21-12, 21-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-raRHoZj8I/AAAAAAAABcs/Ta2dapElg7I/s1600/12-+Hafiz..jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470424685036015554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-raRHoZj8I/AAAAAAAABcs/Ta2dapElg7I/s400/12-+Hafiz..jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 266px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Hero of the night... after a long 5-hour match. He manage to bring victory to our country and all hope rises. Not much excitement because he seem keen on finishing the game or else we go down the drain &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; But the happiness and joy of winning was present... All cheers for Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I am proud of the players. Today, they showed the meaning of true grit  and determination. They lifted their performances when it mattered  most,” said Rashid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be proud of your country okeh... &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;i am now, but china's match would be a tough one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-raRZzHfrI/AAAAAAAABc0/debdRL-Brn8/s1600/12-+tan+koo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-99787436368927532?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/99787436368927532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=99787436368927532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/99787436368927532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/99787436368927532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia-won.html' title='MALAYSIA WON!!!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-tlIR5fOFI/AAAAAAAABdE/qyar9XfZatY/s72-c/s_63hafiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-3759725453354064902</id><published>2010-06-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:24:00.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>I know bloggie is hibernating... again but i'm happy and enjoyed myself alot these days eventhough things still happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, mei left for the States and i hope she's doing well adapting there and would very much enjoy herself to the fullest with 100% parental control free XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, My monster ran away... but thank God we found him the next morning.. only he's paws are all severely torn due to excessive running. I guess he might be tracing his way home all night and injured his paws.. He's now unable to walk and run and is traumatized.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Teacher's Day 2010&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Mei's surprise &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Chiyeen's Big Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Expensive mamak nite&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Dinner with his family&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; A great holiday and shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; next: A Wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with many event but too &lt;strike&gt;busy&lt;/strike&gt; lazy to be updating my blog frequent.... we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: More happy days to come but keeping fingers crossed for UPU results&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-3759725453354064902?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3759725453354064902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=3759725453354064902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/3759725453354064902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/3759725453354064902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/06/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5477195010031479043</id><published>2010-05-24T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:52:20.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more, no less</title><content type='html'>My life pretty much sums up like this... The happy things that happens and followed by a sequence of crazy unfortunate events more or less balance up my.... emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is finally going cold and stop making funny noises after some major repairs and what-not (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy) but the damn mechanic toyed with my already junk radio so its now bellowing at the top of its lungs (if it has any) and i can't in anyway tune it down and owe it to them, my tank shows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;after only 4days which suppose to last me a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke.. H-E-L-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh... shall talk no more nonsense. What happened on wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S_nmciE3CUI/AAAAAAAABeM/sg_N2MyLlsU/s1600/UNGGA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S_nmciE3CUI/AAAAAAAABeM/sg_N2MyLlsU/s400/UNGGA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474660199903463746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungga crashes Tony Roma's, Austin Chase and Sushi king...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed the time we spent talking and laughing at stupid things... Having friends like you 3 really makes life worthwhile :) Another before the departure of mei..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mel... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the weekend...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, lunch was delicious and i'm glad you like dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Lilian's 20th surprise birthday party...! It was great to have meet up with everyone again.. Makes me miss the playful times we always had in form6... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/guest1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;♪ "Want to watch fireworks with me?" waaaaaaant...!!! It was beautiful despite the tiredness. This very day brings back much memories of the past, sweet poignant ones ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I would like to run back into your arms.. i know very well tho i'm drifting far away yet you are the one still holding on to me, protecting me, waiting for me and interceding for me. I want to begin my day with you, walk through it with you and end it with you. I want to build my faith on rocks and grow deeper in relationship with you. To sit quietly and listen, letting you embrace me and show me things... i want more of you. We need you...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a dilemma. My heart says "i don't want to work!" But i'm going to work anyway... One, I errr need tha' money.. Two, no work=rot at home. So better work... Getting really bored of working and i hope i'm not the only pathetic one who's gonna work until june ends. Saddening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess, ever since the enlightenment i never complain about traffic jams anymore :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worky work work... Goo-by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes to self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Work with enthusiasm, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ephesians 6:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5477195010031479043?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5477195010031479043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5477195010031479043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5477195010031479043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5477195010031479043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-more-no-less.html' title='No more, no less'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S_nmciE3CUI/AAAAAAAABeM/sg_N2MyLlsU/s72-c/UNGGA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2923901261435677245</id><published>2010-05-17T13:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:02:36.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-post</title><content type='html'>First,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the post-thought of the Malaysia vs. China game. Yeah.. everyone knows that we were defeated flat. People who read my previous post might now scoff at me and all but i still stand with what i have wrote. No regrets, nor am i embarrassed and ashamed that we lost because all have given in their best. China was just too good-agility, speed, game reading, skills, stamina and they are able to handle pressure well! But overall, it was a game to watch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after 20 years &lt;/span&gt;Lets hope Malaysia wins THOMAS 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S_D2FN-6yqI/AAAAAAAABd8/9V49Xw8-0FQ/s1600/tan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S_D2FN-6yqI/AAAAAAAABd8/9V49Xw8-0FQ/s400/tan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472144116768492194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY CHI YEEN....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl, sama-sama same class and together become probate but i think i only know her when i am in HeadGirl status &gt;.&lt; Then in upper6 we sit together and became noisy as we get to know each other more.... This is what i know her as:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk study i will kalah, MUET is my only hope&lt;br /&gt;Talk lameness hers make you feel like wanna whack her&lt;br /&gt;Talk debate i confirm win one.. bcause she no skill. yet&lt;br /&gt;Talk crap she numba one... i tak layan her&lt;br /&gt;Talk relationship, we are the same :D&lt;br /&gt;Talk secrets she keeps them well&lt;br /&gt;Talk physics in front, we pillow talk behind :P&lt;br /&gt;Talk pa graph, we always fight for color and who finishes first&lt;br /&gt;Talk birthday, people make wish she make resolution =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes you're very notty and easily merajuk sometimes but i am glad to have label you as one of my good friend to share our ups and downs in Form6. Really enjoyed the times we spend to sampat, talk and share. Wish you joy and happiness always... Toast to friendship :)   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ paiseh,  i stole ur picture... cause i notty blog during lunch time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for friday and saturday...&lt;br /&gt;"Time shortens when there's enjoyment but with you they reduce to seconds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was good... i'm not complaining. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting feddup of bread but still eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events..&lt;br /&gt;Today-you&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Ungga&lt;br /&gt;Friday- SBS close friends (hope jadi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the sense of surprise. Definitely joining :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2923901261435677245?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2923901261435677245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2923901261435677245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2923901261435677245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2923901261435677245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/05/multi-post.html' title='Multi-post'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S_D2FN-6yqI/AAAAAAAABd8/9V49Xw8-0FQ/s72-c/tan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-8839365527745396738</id><published>2010-05-14T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:54:30.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Patriotism'/><title type='text'>A L L    F O R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-0PCN_1zcI/AAAAAAAABd0/UUka1NAYbIk/s1600/malaysian-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-0PCN_1zcI/AAAAAAAABd0/UUka1NAYbIk/s400/malaysian-flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471045653116603842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-A-L-A-Y-S-I-A............!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh... excited &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours before match starts...&lt;br /&gt;1 more hour before i get to see you&lt;br /&gt;30 mins before i am free from working...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeap... Tonite i'm going all for MALAYSIA. Supporting, cheering and jumping all for our players. I don't give a damn what everyone else is saying: Its impossible for malaysia to win over china... bla bla bla... We are capable okeh, give our players some faith la. Even if &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;touchwood&lt;/span&gt; we lost, as long as our players have given in the best it doesn't matter. I'm sure all will be proud of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you MALAYSIA's very own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chong Wei, Koo Kien Keat, Tan Boon Heong, Wong Choong Hann, Ong Soon Hock, Hoon Thien How, Mohd Zakry Abdul Latif and Mohd Hafiz Hashim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that they will give in their best in the game and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT YOUR BEST MALAYSIA, YOU CAN DO IT...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s  Support your own country okeh... If you support China, balik china lah tolong~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*crossing my fingers and hopes Malaysia walks to Finals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-8839365527745396738?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8839365527745396738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=8839365527745396738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8839365527745396738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8839365527745396738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/05/l-l-f-o-r.html' title='A L L    F O R'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-0PCN_1zcI/AAAAAAAABd0/UUka1NAYbIk/s72-c/malaysian-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2586795471972186190</id><published>2010-05-13T13:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:54:30.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Patriotism'/><title type='text'>Weeee....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-uQ8RYnLCI/AAAAAAAABdk/loiNFyZ3qGo/s1600/match+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-uQ8RYnLCI/AAAAAAAABdk/loiNFyZ3qGo/s400/match+time.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470625537504783394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy....!See this see this..They change the sequence lorrr. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah, i so happy sitting here in my office wanting to shout&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; but mus tahan... tahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda crazy you may think but that's what i really asked for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning with all the joy of malaysia winning going on in my head still i asked God to have the match be at 7.00pm (as earlier they put China vs Malaysia on the top predicting high chances the match would be at 2.30pm) Then at lunch time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is nao, should be working)&lt;/span&gt; i check the schedule again and found this...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU LORD...! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you so much.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check, i'm all happy...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I can work and earn some money to pay up my lappy but stil get to enjoy the match&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Friday is good... saturday no work. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; We are gonna have a cheering squad at my house.. this time with my half joining!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Kelian, 2 matches already watch alone no atmosphere at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Wholeheartedly boleh support malaysia n watch the most anticipated match 'Chongwei vs. Lindan' :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao nao.... don't get all excited. Phuh-lease calm down and work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Going back to work nao...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-uUTGWU2RI/AAAAAAAABds/UJeMrqN1BBY/s1600/201+floating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-uUTGWU2RI/AAAAAAAABds/UJeMrqN1BBY/s400/201+floating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470629228214278418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2586795471972186190?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2586795471972186190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2586795471972186190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2586795471972186190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2586795471972186190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/05/weeee.html' title='Weeee....!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-uQ8RYnLCI/AAAAAAAABdk/loiNFyZ3qGo/s72-c/match+time.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1723062090018978828</id><published>2010-05-12T10:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:54:30.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Patriotism'/><title type='text'>Thomas Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-ooB5KILwI/AAAAAAAABcU/qdh1Nq7s1rk/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-ooB5KILwI/AAAAAAAABcU/qdh1Nq7s1rk/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470228710383169282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOMAS CUP 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yesterday's match was indeed exciting. The first 2 sets and the last of course. Third and Fourth set was dead boring mainly because we were going down and it seem that Malaysian players underestimated Japan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-oypkLxf6I/AAAAAAAABcc/mXzL7BEb1Fc/s1600/11+Lee+Chong+Wei1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-oypkLxf6I/AAAAAAAABcc/mXzL7BEb1Fc/s400/11+Lee+Chong+Wei1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470240387063971746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong wei vs Kenichi Tago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it cause Chong wei fought well and it was an exciting match. Even the Japan coach admitted it :D And so is our first doubles play, Koo Kien Keat-Tan Boon Heong. They were well-prepared and did a great job. All hopes for Malaysia rised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, not likely to say the same for the next singles by Wong Choong Hann, who tried his best despite having a 2-yrs lapse but lose because he was hesitant and uncomfortable.Next doubles played by Mohd Fairuzizuan Mohd Tazari-Mohd Zakry Abdul Latif cause an uproar to Malaysia as their defeat was humiliating and they let emotions over take their cool causing vulgarity to be displayed. In the final singles, Mohd Hafiz Hashim failed to clinch the winning point as he made mistakes after mistake due to pressure... Ah, what a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i won't be like any other who would at this time criticize malaysia for their over-confident attitude but to still hope for the best in Malaysia-Denmark match this evening. Its the final chance for Malaysian players to redeem ourselves &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly liked what Chong Wei said at the press conference tho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Team captain Lee Chong Wei hoped that Malaysians would turn up to  support them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;”This is the time that we need the fans to stand  beside us in good and bad times,” said Chong Wei.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;”I am  disappointed with what some of the fans did to Zakry and Fairuzizuan.  Yes, maybe, it was not their good day but booing and criticising us  openly is not the way to do it,” said Chong Wei.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;”As a team  captain, I feel for my team-mates. No one in my team is playing to lose.  They are here to give their best. It is part of the game to win or lose  but I hope the fans will be more supportive,” he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On their  chances against Denmark, Chong Wei said: “This is a make or break time  for us. We will do our best to get the better of them. Our challenge is  not over and we will give our best&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from 'The Star'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can't wait to watch the evening match..! Crossing my fingers and hoping for best for our national players.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;for now work first &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Ah, sien and i already missed the afternoon match!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ah, pertama kali berpatriotik but its time i learn how to support and love my country :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1723062090018978828?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1723062090018978828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1723062090018978828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1723062090018978828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1723062090018978828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/05/thomas-fever.html' title='Thomas Fever'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S-ooB5KILwI/AAAAAAAABcU/qdh1Nq7s1rk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-8200835188848099074</id><published>2010-04-28T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:30:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord</title><content type='html'>Despite going out early yesterday, traffic congestion is what i get... All the way from my house to deliver some stuff to a friend's and to office. I spent 1 1/2 hours on the road driving bumper-to-bumper. It was frustrating.. and especially with a manual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought going back would be better. Alas! Much to my disappointment it rained heavily :( According to malaysian road theory satu kali hujan atau accident atau car rosak atau people gaduh opposite the road, suasana menjadi riuh-rendah and we cause traffic havoc see... So yeah, i took almost 45 mins to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel annoyed with the bad traffic. The annoyance is seeping into my bones and its coming out of my mouth until God somehow just made me realise it was pouring out there...(it all the while was, i was simply ignorant) And where am i? Sheltered and protected in my very own car. Shouldn't i be more than grateful that i am not walking out there, being sardined in public transport or riding a motorcycle... (where you'll get wet either by the rain or stupid cars cut you with a tsunami by its side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you lord for reminding me how very fortunate i am to be blessed with so much luxury.&lt;br /&gt;A house over my head, a springed mattress, education opportunities, a room of my own, luxury items and gadgets , books of interest, a part-time job with good pay, a car, money to spend, yummy food to enjoy, i-am-healthy, to love someone, to be loved by, having a family, to worship freely.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I will say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thank you, thank you Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All my life if from your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thank you, thank you Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now my hearts forever yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Thank you Lord by Brad&amp;amp;Rebekah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-8200835188848099074?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8200835188848099074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=8200835188848099074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8200835188848099074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8200835188848099074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6379659362387908232</id><published>2010-04-23T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:00:05.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing!</title><content type='html'>So i got abit angry, annoyed and feddup with the artic weather in my office. I hate my frozen hands... I seriously should consider investing on mittens because today i came out with a foolish idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me... it was a as crazy as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_ZcOjSdI/AAAAAAAABZE/4yWMfHiUuvw/s1600/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_ZcOjSdI/AAAAAAAABZE/4yWMfHiUuvw/s400/DSC01902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463217529283627474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_ZulXP2I/AAAAAAAABZM/rzbSzqQ2bYE/s1600/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_ZulXP2I/AAAAAAAABZM/rzbSzqQ2bYE/s400/DSC01903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463217534211145570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the black thing on the keyboard and holding the 'tikus' ?&lt;br /&gt;A pair of black sock transformed into fingerless mittens. I can still type and handle the mouse only with slight difficulty of flexibility &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_aDZOl6I/AAAAAAAABZU/a7tHQcLLNCo/s1600/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_aDZOl6I/AAAAAAAABZU/a7tHQcLLNCo/s400/DSC01904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463217539797391266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cubicle. I'm the only one with a scanner but the scanner suck. Don't bother the messiness... This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now many must be wondering why my office nothing to let me do until i can take pictures la... blog la... lagi boleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_aXIZ9iI/AAAAAAAABZc/zY2_LQlEK9Y/s1600/DSC01906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_aXIZ9iI/AAAAAAAABZc/zY2_LQlEK9Y/s400/DSC01906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463217545095542306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haroo..." from office with my sock-mitten hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i do work very fast one... heh. Nolah.. i took like 2 hrs to finish one post lo. Its just to past time and some motivation la to forget my freeezy-ness besides listening to songs. I got do work one lo okay.. din 'putih putih' get my gaji one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think this is the akibat lo if a company allows internet but with filter la of course... Facebook and hotmail got filtered only i don't quite understand why blogger isn't. So all the part-timers are blog hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, after 15 minutes, the sock mitten failed me. My hands are still cold as ever and i give up. It is now warming my feet instead which sadly doesn't have much effect either. And my hands are still ever freezing until now its starting to ache. Suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh.... LeeHom rawks man. So talented in music... and i have got music talent as big as an ant. I'm watching, no listening to his taiwan concert nao... Go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to his concert laaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6379659362387908232?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6379659362387908232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6379659362387908232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6379659362387908232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6379659362387908232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/thing.html' title='The thing!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9E_ZcOjSdI/AAAAAAAABZE/4yWMfHiUuvw/s72-c/DSC01902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-499898201456996882</id><published>2010-04-22T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:33:22.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been 'ice aged'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9AJQuduwEI/AAAAAAAABY8/zBoo61Ppr3E/s1600/AylesIceShelfOffshore30May2006Vincent3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9AJQuduwEI/AAAAAAAABY8/zBoo61Ppr3E/s400/AylesIceShelfOffshore30May2006Vincent3%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462876530955698242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This somewhat depict what my office is like: Artic cold and boring &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost 2 months now, everyday i go through boring, routined piles of documents... It only make matters worse when the weather is -9 degrees inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routinely, i start work at 9 - starting to freeze while completing left behinds or start afresh - toilet occationally but toilet is in autumn - no point going to toilet to defrost - lunch break with no pay - mostly i eat in - cafeteria is almost winter depending on which table u choose - already frozen - work sumore - finally its sahara desert outside =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid air-cond. Everyday i get my hands frozen and myself shaking for 8 hrs until right i think my nerve abit impair ady la. Type also cannot type properly. Frozen until numb already.. sometimes fingers also jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday i felt dizzy while driving home but i didn't feel its because i need food. I was not hungry. While helping at dinner suddenly my hands starts to shake. Lagilah obvious when i hold the knife to peel some onions. Whatta.. like some old feller with Parkinson or some drug addict lo :(  First time body no glucose my hands shake so badly. The norm is maybe skipped breakfast also shake abit only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah to tahan cold menggunakan all my glucose source because i did take lunch lo... This is bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-499898201456996882?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/499898201456996882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=499898201456996882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/499898201456996882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/499898201456996882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-ice-aged.html' title='It has been &apos;ice aged&apos;'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S9AJQuduwEI/AAAAAAAABY8/zBoo61Ppr3E/s72-c/AylesIceShelfOffshore30May2006Vincent3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1527247074252667892</id><published>2010-04-21T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:16:13.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig me a hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S85qxvh-qDI/AAAAAAAABYk/2AXTdzco4BA/s1600/So_Embearassed-eC6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S85qxvh-qDI/AAAAAAAABYk/2AXTdzco4BA/s400/So_Embearassed-eC6c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462420800852109362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dunno what day lah... Berasa amat malang need to go 'pai san' already. Embarrassed by the same situation twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. I need a 6-feet deep hole to bury myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today... is careless day. Keep dropping things... Maybe i have nerve impair i.e 'sot kan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me somebody... please~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1527247074252667892?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1527247074252667892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1527247074252667892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1527247074252667892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1527247074252667892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/dig-me-hole.html' title='Dig me a hole'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S85qxvh-qDI/AAAAAAAABYk/2AXTdzco4BA/s72-c/So_Embearassed-eC6c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6773829062299128154</id><published>2010-04-19T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:19:25.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My country, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S85utNKb3lI/AAAAAAAABYs/rsa-pR2uE7M/s1600/wcc_my_exploring_malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S85utNKb3lI/AAAAAAAABYs/rsa-pR2uE7M/s400/wcc_my_exploring_malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462425120953589330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know... it sounds abit patriotic there but i'm not going to curse this country i live in because god forbid and pastor says "Malaysia is indeed so blessed in so many ways that we are all taking them for granted and heaven's favor on malaysia is closing. So start praying for your own country..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really do agree Malaysia is really blessed in a sense that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One - Mother nature loves us that she never let earthquake, tsunami, extreme floods, drought... other natural disasters make history in our land. Except for the extreme can-melt-and-die hotness and landslides we suffer due to the selfishness of mankind. So we padan muka one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two - There is no war and destruction. Only minor political issues which seem to take a hundred years to solve them. No bombing, no shooting, no darurat so bolehlah keluar dengan  suka hatinya. There are crimes tho :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three - We have the freedom to persue any religion we want despite it is a muslim country and we are immigrants (if u trace back history lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, i love my country but its the people i 'beh song' with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin and i went to KWSP building to change my mailing address. We lined up at the counter where you take numbers. Then there this 2 guys suddenly appear by our sides but like one step ahead of us and we overheard the conversation (in canto lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: (lala-fied hair dresser) so how to apply one ah...&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: (abit more gentleman dressed) very easy one la.. take number first la&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: ohh... (moves straight into the line directly cutting us)&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: eh, behind la.. i think u cut line leh...&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: (gayish way of talking) weh, i reach here first one loh *humph*&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: (jus walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, damn @#%! loh. He blind or what... so obvious we were standing there loh. Sumore we're both girls lo. Be gentleman abit can? comfirm tat feller gay la. Then joanna loudly say "some people ar cannot line up one,so ungentleman". Apparently, he english noob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Malaysians duno how to respect people and duno basic manners or ethics or be curteous. Sendiri wrong also damn muka tebal and loudly say he was there first. Mother i stood there like 2 mins ago. Curse him la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While on the way walking to times square for subway with cousin... there is this 'kuai lou' family with 2 sons walking in front of us. Upon reaching the long abandoned jail, the man suddenly walk toward the walls of the jail and stood facing the wall. Yeap, he was actually peeing in public with seratus people passing by and seribu cars whooshing past. The best thing is right, like 2 metres back there's this convenient toilet which he could easily have paid 50 cents to pee... Cousin and i was like 'whata heck...?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: So this is the impression tourists have toward malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its a hot country with traffic jams and human jams everywhere, they have nice beaches and extreme good deals for forge items with the most foul smelling fruit but also the tastiest food. The best part is you can pee and throw rubbish anywhere and anytime whenever you like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We aren't very good citizens are we? No mannerism, no moral, no ethics, no hygiene, no consideration...... (add la all u want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology and the economy is advancing unfortunately malaysians are still very much left behind, tied down with the kuno-ness and unwillingness to change or accept new things. Sad lah sad lah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6773829062299128154?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6773829062299128154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6773829062299128154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6773829062299128154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6773829062299128154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-country-malaysia.html' title='My country, Malaysia'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S85utNKb3lI/AAAAAAAABYs/rsa-pR2uE7M/s72-c/wcc_my_exploring_malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6370363703318755676</id><published>2010-04-15T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:24:33.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the new end...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S8che_b2IAI/AAAAAAAABXc/WWrXA5liwSU/s1600/new-beginning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S8che_b2IAI/AAAAAAAABXc/WWrXA5liwSU/s400/new-beginning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460369889518034946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i say, "Let there be life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan itu, hidup lah blogku yang telah lama mati ini. Ah, i wanted to be like melissa and meng-abandonkan blogku yang tiada harapan ini but tak sampai hati because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; i like the URL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; pasts are meaningful to me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; malas to tell everyone to relink me (like ever they going to trust joanna to update her blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this enthusiasm will last though... dengan semangat membara-baranya mencari templete and configure everything. Then i HTML noob rite i duno how to change it to serve my taste. Aih... which results to my 3 bestie's are on my header menu. (berasa proud leh you three....) But its a good thing because they are the ones i 'click' the most anyways. This my blog right so of course mus serve me la. If you dun like then go awayyy lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, a whole new beginning and a whole new chapter of life unfolding soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6370363703318755676?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6370363703318755676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6370363703318755676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6370363703318755676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6370363703318755676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/beginning-of-new-end.html' title='The beginning of the new end...?'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/S8che_b2IAI/AAAAAAAABXc/WWrXA5liwSU/s72-c/new-beginning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1307928699911529278</id><published>2009-09-24T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:10:03.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute grandmother</title><content type='html'>My Grandmother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady who is hard on the outside but soft at heart&lt;br /&gt;Who has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;' a lot in life&lt;br /&gt;Who has loved me and brought me up&lt;br /&gt;Who has taught me much about life&lt;br /&gt;One who sacrificed much for us&lt;br /&gt;One who cooks, cleans and takes care of everything&lt;br /&gt;And yet not a word of complain is uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realise time passes...&lt;br /&gt;But she is getting older as the day by day&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly notice,&lt;br /&gt;All those crease on her skin&lt;br /&gt;All those joint pain she talks about&lt;br /&gt;That makes me reflect&lt;br /&gt;How much have i done for her..?&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate her love and sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;To make her happy and comfortable&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill her wishes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that i couldn't do much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will spending time with her be able to replace that of what she really want in life that i could not give... yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wish i could give her everything that she wants..anything at all that would make her happy i am willing to walk to hundred thousand mile to fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2uIBcuRI/AAAAAAAABUs/ch7kAAPwWYw/s1600-h/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2uIBcuRI/AAAAAAAABUs/ch7kAAPwWYw/s320/DSC01625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385098682995357970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother,the little girl, the daughter and the granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the urge to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; my face there..see the empty space there just nice for my head.But ow well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ber&lt;/span&gt;-skill la people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, decides to take a ride around the newly launched 'lake valley' nearby my house. But it looks like it landed all of us at the playground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2tRngedI/AAAAAAAABUc/4UamY1XITT4/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2tRngedI/AAAAAAAABUc/4UamY1XITT4/s320/DSC01613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385098668391037394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never too old to be in '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neverland&lt;/span&gt;' =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really a sporting woman...someone whom you can joke with (but dun la the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;senonoh&lt;/span&gt; one) and is really sociable.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. at least she knows half the neighbourhood and i don't even know my neighbour. Its a sad case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2uuclHtI/AAAAAAAABU0/xgwqSgKTFbg/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2uuclHtI/AAAAAAAABU0/xgwqSgKTFbg/s320/DSC01616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385098693309701842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the 'modern' see-saw...interesting..cause at first the little girl and i stand on it.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;..a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hunch&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;silly-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2ty3_SSI/AAAAAAAABUk/ikPsg2KQTgo/s1600-h/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2ty3_SSI/AAAAAAAABUk/ikPsg2KQTgo/s320/DSC01615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385098677318535458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorable thing about today is that... this is the first time i am playing see-saw with my grandmother. After 19 years. And the fact that she enjoyed it puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt;..i look a bit like '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;poh&lt;/span&gt;'..wind decides to blow the wrong direction =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2vARa_nI/AAAAAAAABU8/ykBAbNPllw0/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2vARa_nI/AAAAAAAABU8/ykBAbNPllw0/s320/DSC01620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385098698094739058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; with self-added fish balls and my favourite straw mushroom for dinner...Yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 69&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY GRANDMA...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pray for health and longevity, peace and joy to be with her always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been a good grandchild lately..too absorbed in living my own life. But..&lt;br /&gt;I hope i manage to make this day a memorable one...&lt;br /&gt;That it did make her happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you grandmother &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1307928699911529278?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1307928699911529278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1307928699911529278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1307928699911529278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1307928699911529278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/cute-grandmother.html' title='Cute grandmother'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Sru2uIBcuRI/AAAAAAAABUs/ch7kAAPwWYw/s72-c/DSC01625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6331949178696698750</id><published>2009-07-10T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:42:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't mean to make you feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to make you sad&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;But i could only look from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But i really don't want small matter&lt;br /&gt;making us fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I treasure you too much&lt;br /&gt;You're all i ever needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i wasn't being fair to you&lt;br /&gt;Somehow deep down i know&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy 'cause you made that statement&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wouldn't have mattered much&lt;br /&gt;If i wasn't this afraid and self-centered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer am i angry nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;The hurt you felt is enough to bear&lt;br /&gt;I would keep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The promises you've made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the said and done be history&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin afresh&lt;br /&gt;Let this strengthen our bond&lt;br /&gt;For nothing else matters more than you&lt;br /&gt;And i still trust in you.. wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i am sorry too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6331949178696698750?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6331949178696698750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6331949178696698750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6331949178696698750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6331949178696698750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-didnt-mean-to-make-you-feel-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-8161361136295722435</id><published>2009-06-14T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:06:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really am sorry</title><content type='html'>Romeo ran away.. again&lt;br /&gt;This time with full strategy that ensures him complete invisibility&lt;br /&gt;Unsure whether he's on the sewer path or still somewhere around my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm really not a good master..&lt;br /&gt;Or the tiny turtle wouldn't run away from home&lt;br /&gt;But who wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Having a greenish home so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ungga&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still hopes he'd appear some day..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-8161361136295722435?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8161361136295722435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=8161361136295722435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8161361136295722435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8161361136295722435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-am-sorry.html' title='Really am sorry'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1912780026402126620</id><published>2009-06-05T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:41:12.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hilarious Twist</title><content type='html'>Let us now look at&lt;br /&gt;'What the Devil was doing for the first seven days?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readings from Genesis 1:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. And earth was without form and void.&lt;br /&gt;     And God made a circular light in the heavens and he called it the Sun. And God saw that the light was good.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil made a smaller light, rectangular in shape, and he called it TV. And the Devil saw that the light was bad.&lt;br /&gt;     And God made springs which comes out of the ground, oozing fountains of pure, fresh water. And God saw that the water was good.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil invented fizzy drinks. And saw that the fizzy drinks were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And God said, Let the earth bring forth vegetables and the herb of the field that the children may grow up healthy. And so it was.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil said, Let there be deep-fried potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;     And God said, Let the waters bring forth 10,000 varieties of fish that they may provide sustenance for the children.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil arranges that the fish be smothered in batter, deep fried and served with deep-fried potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And God created the cattle of the fields and said, Behold, i have given you every living creature that moveth; to you it shall be for meat.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil showed how the meat could be minced and turned into burgers and suggesteth that it be always served with deep-fried potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And on the seventh day, God rested and asked that his children rest too, and use the day to contemplate the wonders of creation.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil brunch cartoon TV channels and Sunday newspapers filled with news about celebrities , that the minds of the children be filled with rubbish and their bodies be filled with yet more deep-fried potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And God said the the boy, Take the girl and go forth and multiply. And of your seed I shall make a great nation as numberless as the stars of the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil invented the computers and recruited 10,000 demons to fill it with online battles and images of top-heavy woman. And the boy did part with the girl and did instead cleave to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;     And God pointed out the the girl that he had made her with many attractive blandishments which she could use whenever the boy was away from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;     And the Devil invented the 'Portable PlayStation' so that the boy will be able will take computer games with him wherever he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Now the serpent was more subtle than any of the animals that God had created. And the Devil did enter into the serpent and cause him to say to the girl and boy. The tree in the middle of the garden the Lord hath told you not to touch. But i say unto you, if you eat of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, your eyes shall be opened and you shall be as gods.&lt;br /&gt;     And the boy and the girl looked at the serpent and said unto him: No thanks. We liketh not fruit. But hast thou an deep-fried potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And here endeth today's scripture reading. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to an article found in 'Reader's Digest'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its bit of a lengthy dull full of words post but please tell me you did laugh at that piece of interesting twist.. because it was so funny i had to share it with all of you and i wasted my time typing this piece of 'crap' instead of having a book sticking under my nose =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i knoweth of somebody who is going to knock me on the head :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1912780026402126620?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1912780026402126620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1912780026402126620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1912780026402126620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1912780026402126620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/hilarious-twist.html' title='A Hilarious Twist'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-8968355800875378619</id><published>2009-03-20T10:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:56:39.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear mei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/ScMAWCwzD3I/AAAAAAAABUU/IrHTtfdvbiM/s1600-h/Mei.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/ScMAWCwzD3I/AAAAAAAABUU/IrHTtfdvbiM/s320/Mei.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315092363925983090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friend all this while&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't easy meeting someone you click so well with&lt;br /&gt;Like you....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your cares and concerns&lt;br /&gt;Always lending a listening ear&lt;br /&gt;Helping me and advising me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for romeo (most important)&lt;br /&gt;the turtle that would accompany me thru this times&lt;br /&gt;and i'll try my best to take good care of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, always remember that we're always here for you&lt;br /&gt;in whatever that happends&lt;br /&gt;of course  sometimes it's not easy to share&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes we may not understand&lt;br /&gt;But don't bottle up everything okay&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tell us when you're ready&lt;br /&gt;Because we don't only share happy moments&lt;br /&gt;But we also want to be a part in the times when the world&lt;br /&gt;seem to be crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course Life is not a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;Hardships are bound to come&lt;br /&gt;Exams still suck and yes it's evil.. very evil&lt;br /&gt;But just give it the best shot&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather...by a slip of chance&lt;br /&gt;You'll still get thru everything alive!&lt;br /&gt;Because its not well how you start the race&lt;br /&gt;But how well you end it&lt;br /&gt;(i know you sudah tau.. tapi mau cakap jugak)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blasted birthday okay... just throw away everything and enjoy to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;But after that must pick it up arh.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: joanna and on behalf of ungga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. UNGGA LOVES MEI!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-8968355800875378619?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8968355800875378619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=8968355800875378619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8968355800875378619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8968355800875378619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-mei.html' title='Dear mei'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/ScMAWCwzD3I/AAAAAAAABUU/IrHTtfdvbiM/s72-c/Mei.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-4659805774163456562</id><published>2009-03-20T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:31:50.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day</title><content type='html'>19 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny to only realise on the same day so many things could be happening right there at the same moment. Someone leaving... another leaving the world while others could be celebrating an event. Not especially when its a loved one. Its not easy... truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going off.&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't have been more heart-breaking&lt;br /&gt;but as i promised you&lt;br /&gt;i would be strong&lt;br /&gt;knowing you'd always be there for me&lt;br /&gt;supporting me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;to achieve what i needed to&lt;br /&gt;and make you proud most of all&lt;br /&gt;missed you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left the world.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with you&lt;br /&gt;watching your every stage of life&lt;br /&gt;from the moment you joined our family&lt;br /&gt;bringing laughters and happiness&lt;br /&gt;You are one strong enduring character&lt;br /&gt;you survived being a stray&lt;br /&gt;you survived being poisoned&lt;br /&gt;you survived kidney problems&lt;br /&gt;but you did not make it for cancer&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was too strong.. i know you'd tried your best&lt;br /&gt;It was heart-wrenching to watch you go&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't want you to suffer&lt;br /&gt;streams of tears flow by the thought of that&lt;br /&gt;how much more will i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i could only watch you from pictures&lt;br /&gt;I love you.. a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now.. Life is indeed to short to live the same day twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-4659805774163456562?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4659805774163456562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=4659805774163456562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4659805774163456562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4659805774163456562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/day.html' title='A day'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-4391009412944603949</id><published>2009-03-14T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:20:59.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo~</title><content type='html'>Of popular demand... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;exaggerating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing.... Romeo the turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIE_SI9XI/AAAAAAAABUM/MeD3aQDT7J4/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIE_SI9XI/AAAAAAAABUM/MeD3aQDT7J4/s320/DSC00945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313060173446182258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the name is romeo??&lt;br /&gt;Because 'yeng' loh... :P&lt;br /&gt;Its an ungga decision actually... haha..&lt;br /&gt;He's a birthday present and hee... my pet turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal days.....~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIEuBEBMI/AAAAAAAABT0/OuhXtj8N4RQ/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIEuBEBMI/AAAAAAAABT0/OuhXtj8N4RQ/s320/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313060168811152578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIEfMy7SI/AAAAAAAABTs/4NGAQthNvoU/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIEfMy7SI/AAAAAAAABTs/4NGAQthNvoU/s320/DSC00933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313060164833832226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decently swimming in it's bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today....~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIEsKuYPI/AAAAAAAABT8/cXXpwCN2MnE/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIEsKuYPI/AAAAAAAABT8/cXXpwCN2MnE/s320/DSC00943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313060168314806514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIE17uziI/AAAAAAAABUE/peLZQQuYPhc/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIE17uziI/AAAAAAAABUE/peLZQQuYPhc/s320/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313060170936274466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berasa amat notty and tries all sorts of ways to escape from the bowl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;Very active.. Very notty.. Very gluttonous.. tapi tidur sangat awal =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee... thanks ungga for him! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-4391009412944603949?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4391009412944603949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=4391009412944603949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4391009412944603949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4391009412944603949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/romeo.html' title='Romeo~'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SbvIE_SI9XI/AAAAAAAABUM/MeD3aQDT7J4/s72-c/DSC00945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-7137637254850282106</id><published>2009-02-18T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:21:18.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to you~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If i were to asked the reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you mean so much to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wouldn't know just where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;there are such a lot you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Maybe it's your patience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the way you always try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;to understand my problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and to help me reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Or could it be that so often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you can see the funny side of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;which helps me cope more easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;with the setbacks that life brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your brilliant sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and your wonderful sense of fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;can instantly chase the gloom away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and welcome back the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It really means a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;that I can count on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;to help me see more clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;by giving your caring point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To be there standing by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;when others let me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;always trying to cheer me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;when you see me with a frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The happy times I spent with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mean so much to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we get along so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and I just love your company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll be there when you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and i will always try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;to help in any way I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;without asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today and every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I hope in your heart you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I will never let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; because i care about you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are especially for you...&lt;br /&gt;Once again.. Blessed Birthday Bernard...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&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/2292188601741499449-7137637254850282106?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7137637254850282106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=7137637254850282106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7137637254850282106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7137637254850282106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-you.html' title='Note to you~'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-3231737065547370024</id><published>2008-11-20T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:04:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That makes me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I went thru' a horrendous week with a daily dose of chemistry experiments for 5 consecutive days. Got so tired of writing and copying the reports each time i settle on my study. Titration has become a nightmare! I'd never imagine what could be worse until chromatography existed.. It was crazy.. all the spotting and drying. Crazy colours that don't seem to separate properly. Biology and chemistry. Same experiment. What! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While all the suffering was going on, somewhere over in Dammam and Japan, 2 souls are enjoying themselves. Yes. My mom and aunt. One on business trip, another for annual company trip. Though non of them remembered kidnapped me in a luggage, but the things they brought back was just :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1i0x1y9I/AAAAAAAABRI/jB0VK8bWLEE/s1600-h/PB060021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1i0x1y9I/AAAAAAAABRI/jB0VK8bWLEE/s320/PB060021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271874079957568466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who went to Dammam... Saudi Arabia that is. Some football event thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is now full of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1jB9nnKI/AAAAAAAABRY/8Rz7xu0Xdqs/s1600-h/PB160058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1jB9nnKI/AAAAAAAABRY/8Rz7xu0Xdqs/s320/PB160058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271874083496631458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pistachio nuts... and cashew nuts... and almond nuts... and macadamia nuts... and more nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1jlvxjKI/AAAAAAAABRo/d2VMaNm-FRY/s1600-h/PB160061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1jlvxjKI/AAAAAAAABRo/d2VMaNm-FRY/s320/PB160061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271874093102238882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more nutty cookie... more like their delicacies la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1i5noTxI/AAAAAAAABRQ/-A_Szv68RxQ/s1600-h/PB160057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1i5noTxI/AAAAAAAABRQ/-A_Szv68RxQ/s320/PB160057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271874081256918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's like super sweet, like sugar's free but not sugar free. And i don't know how 2 enjoy sweet things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1jYiBUuI/AAAAAAAABRg/0vOgLZqkAjA/s1600-h/PB160059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1jYiBUuI/AAAAAAAABRg/0vOgLZqkAjA/s320/PB160059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271874089554891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh... their nuts are cheese flavored weih... pistachio in cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must always have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2rtBqjoI/AAAAAAAABRw/SNLyIoKRwWU/s1600-h/PB160062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2rtBqjoI/AAAAAAAABRw/SNLyIoKRwWU/s320/PB160062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271875332006907522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERRERO ROCHER!!! Hehe.. be jealous. This whole box is mine...! Who cares about malamine contamination.. haha.. nolah. Until now it's still left unattended in the fridge. Tak sampai hati wanna open it Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2r46ZxKI/AAAAAAAABR4/ntz2QGlLu7Y/s1600-h/PB160064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2r46ZxKI/AAAAAAAABR4/ntz2QGlLu7Y/s320/PB160064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271875335197672610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many many other chocolate waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2srPMPYI/AAAAAAAABSI/sj888bx-KKw/s1600-h/PB160067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2srPMPYI/AAAAAAAABSI/sj888bx-KKw/s320/PB160067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271875348706639234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toggi mini is to die for... Bounty is 100% my cousin's is to die for (i dislike coconut)&lt;br /&gt;Rocher and cadbury is to share... But see the golden packet thing? Chocolate with dates paste... Yucks for me but yay for my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy arrives from japan with more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl24bX7U_I/AAAAAAAABSo/pvmq0Zl4iRE/s1600-h/PB200073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl24bX7U_I/AAAAAAAABSo/pvmq0Zl4iRE/s320/PB200073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271875550606742514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... chocolates. There's suppose to be some other japanese delicacies too. But already dunno where in one day. Omochi's... some cheddar crackers (cheese again.. will i ever be sick of cheese?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this sweet sour chocolate. Taste like eating chocolate with those sour bubblegum... Sour destroys the chocolate larh. Or maybe i don't like sour stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survinors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl24NasJgI/AAAAAAAABSY/TM9dBwWbyMQ/s1600-h/PB200071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl24NasJgI/AAAAAAAABSY/TM9dBwWbyMQ/s320/PB200071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271875546860234242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onigiri doggie! ... well, the body looks like onigiri la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl24ci63VI/AAAAAAAABSg/fzJ340hHhto/s1600-h/PB200072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl24ci63VI/AAAAAAAABSg/fzJ340hHhto/s320/PB200072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271875550921284946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it's partner of sheep's body with rabbit head -.-" And there's summo things la.. but they are camera shy.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2s0-uArI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Nu_4e--tnWU/s1600-h/PB200069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl2s0-uArI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Nu_4e--tnWU/s320/PB200069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271875351321903794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroma therapy..? I choose this as i don't really know how to appreaciate other stuff. Bamboo and white tea. Quite nice also the smell... relaxing. Good for study :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contented. Yes... who wouldn't. A chocolate a day keeps the doctor away..? Best parts. A piece of chocolate after dinner :) Sweet tooth? Kinda but hates sweet stuff. Peculiar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these 'chocolates' are making me 'nuts'~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-3231737065547370024?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3231737065547370024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=3231737065547370024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/3231737065547370024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/3231737065547370024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-makes-me-smile.html' title='That makes me smile'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSl1i0x1y9I/AAAAAAAABRI/jB0VK8bWLEE/s72-c/PB060021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-692132139831072612</id><published>2008-11-03T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:18:38.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grasshop hop hop...er</title><content type='html'>"Class... tomorrow we do the preservation experiment okay.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you all catch grasshopper ady arh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haven lah.. later wanna go catch lor.. come along la"&lt;br /&gt;"When where... "&lt;br /&gt;"After school lahh... hang tuah there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the walk to hang tuah was really unpleasant. With the new leather shoes, the pain was unbearable! Near the stadium, saw some ferns and pluck them.. they pluck while i endure pain in silence. I just felt like walking 'kaki ayam' lah... Feel like mau pengsan already. What kind of shoes lah.. some more must wear everyday! The thought of there's still 4 days left for the week to pass dampens my spirit. Dreadfully walk slowly up the pedestrian bridge, past the flats to the fire bridgate station. Then, caleb caught the first and biggest grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it then. I'm gonna forget about all the pain and hunt for my grasshopper. Then i can go home and sit and never move again. And so i found my hop hop after a while... and helped joyce found hers too :) At first i thought grasshopper hunting was a waste of time. But it turned out to be so much fun.. The excitement and the challange of catching them. After everyone caught something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go catch flies...!"&lt;br /&gt;"What..! My leg can break liao.."&lt;br /&gt;"No need everyone go la... few of us can ady"&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you thank you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk back to hang tuah LRT. Suddenly all the pain resurface again. Argh... i need to find something to concentrate on. Walking down the flats. The agony. Most unbearable. I just felt like rolling down la. Why bother to walk. Crap shoes. Raced for the train.. with shoes that slowed me a lot. Found a place to sit. Ahhh.... comfort. Then, all eyes stares at the little hopper. Err.... Dang! I threw off the shoes once i reach the car. Thankfully i have selipars under my seat... oh, if takde i'll just drive kaki ayam anyways &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoNk8MPI/AAAAAAAABQo/BJwMB01EB-k/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoNk8MPI/AAAAAAAABQo/BJwMB01EB-k/s320/DSC00761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271842286676488434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young one. Still green and waiting for it's wings to fully mature to fly and  I damn it to death. Evil. Well, not me. Blame the Biology lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYnWFMUfI/AAAAAAAABQY/Jfha0br7HMg/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYnWFMUfI/AAAAAAAABQY/Jfha0br7HMg/s320/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271842271779377650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air?? That's why i let it sleep outside at night in case i ter-breath all the oxygen. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoEnisGI/AAAAAAAABQg/2MKDGuKACpw/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoEnisGI/AAAAAAAABQg/2MKDGuKACpw/s320/DSC00758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271842284271480930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mogok dan tak mau makan.... Adakah i pluck the leaf tidak sesuai dengan seleranya?? Unlike 'Ah kor's fly some more can eat bread -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day. Whole class kills grasshopper and fly with chloroform. Watching the grasshopper die like so kesian.. Feel so cruel. Seeing it spit out black liquid indicate it's dying. Doctor feeling. Wearing gloves and mouth covers and all.. Dissecting the insecta with each tug in the abdomen comes with a fierce flash of lightning and loud rumbles of the thunders. Very drama lohh.. (Nehh... those drama you ter-kill someone then sure will hujan lebat, ribut taufan, kilat memancar-mancar one lehh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoRAgTLI/AAAAAAAABQw/H30WnmHjAKo/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoRAgTLI/AAAAAAAABQw/H30WnmHjAKo/s320/DSC00763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271842287597407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drying in the oven, it's all crispy and crunchy... and fragile too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoe944ZI/AAAAAAAABQ4/6b0TDWiyZ4s/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoe944ZI/AAAAAAAABQ4/6b0TDWiyZ4s/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271842291344531858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i broke an antenna.. then i stick it with superglu. Then i broke the foot.. and stick with super glu again. Then i almost let the fly be 2 piece.. i superglu the whole body. Then i broke a leg.. i double superglu it back to its body. So my preservation is superglu preservation. What would teacher say?? Hope she doesn't realise :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlZsLmLBuI/AAAAAAAABRA/rPME8G7LrhQ/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlZsLmLBuI/AAAAAAAABRA/rPME8G7LrhQ/s320/DSC00766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271843454375888610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's brief candle:shall i preserve thy youthfulness forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-692132139831072612?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/692132139831072612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=692132139831072612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/692132139831072612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/692132139831072612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/grasshop-hop-hoper.html' title='Grasshop hop hop...er'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SSlYoNk8MPI/AAAAAAAABQo/BJwMB01EB-k/s72-c/DSC00761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5551516497951711482</id><published>2008-10-23T21:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:04:57.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear daddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SQCRG8CPpPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/QHkn1YBd8Go/s1600-h/CC000121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SQCRG8CPpPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/QHkn1YBd8Go/s320/CC000121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260363913149523186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I hope you'll like this little 'post' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is especially for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and wishing you luck and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;in everything you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Simply knowing that you're my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;always makes me smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for it's special people like you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who make life so worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Because friendship is a precious gift&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'll always be so grateful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i have a friend like you&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks familiar lehh... just thought i should write this here too. In case the note got itself lost... :p  This would be one birthday celebration that you'll remember for as long as you live. For one, the cake smashing on your face. Wasted larh.. should have a picture of it. When can you ever play your captain like that.. Yours was one of the worst i've ever seen la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the presents... The 3 of us laugh about it. (don't need to mention which 3) And we didn't do it on purpose lah. We din discuss anything.. It's just that maybe we're a special family and so the thinking also the same... hahaha. Hope you like them anyways.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is one guy that changes my view about ordinary immature guys. He was one who was wise with wisdom, respectable and sometimes talking to him really gets me thinking. Someone who's given me useful advises and guidance. Building friendship with him was nothing to loss but every thing to gain. I've learn a lot from him.. he's always pointing out things that has never occurred to me. Except, well... he's very extremely superbly lame.. It's easy to laugh with him around but also sometimes lame until you cannot tahan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. enough.. Don't want to compliment you further ady. Save some for your other birthdays.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed 17th birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From... your daughter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5551516497951711482?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5551516497951711482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5551516497951711482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5551516497951711482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5551516497951711482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-good-friend.html' title='Dear daddy...'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SQCRG8CPpPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/QHkn1YBd8Go/s72-c/CC000121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5341186233841947364</id><published>2008-10-19T21:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:20:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troublesome tag #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Starting time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;2105 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Joanna Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;167cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Some '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hutan&lt;/span&gt;' in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;selangor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drinks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sky juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite breakfast: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;American breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yeah.. just this year :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Exam times... in my high school year and well, sometimes in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; heart: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Probably.. but i guess others broke mine more than i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ermm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got nothing better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Not unless they are something meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Like a tornado just past through.. that's what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beberapa'&lt;/span&gt; pile of messily stacked up books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dinner... i only wished it was chocolate :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yeah... my immune is really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;At least twice a year... which kinda suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Haven't reach a stage where i tore myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's still in a piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dunno.. rarely go for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I-do-not-dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;A friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yell at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;My monstrous dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you talk to someone you like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;No.. but i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Currently having a flu attack... tissues lying around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;yeah... definitely :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm only human..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Err... intoxicated happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;They might just end up on the floor the next morning..but i really like plushies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dust... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nolah&lt;/span&gt;, just my form5 books and some not-so-useful stuff that i don't feel like disposing it.. yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Liars, hypocrites, backstabbers, judgmental people, bossy, egoistic.. okay.. there's kinda a lot of people that rather irritates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;2149 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms :&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Consider that a yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Not that i mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I think it's more of i laugh a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your handwriting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well, as long as it's readable. It tends to change at different times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I hate nail polish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;My bed and only my bed.. i can't really sleep well in other beds. This is so bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7pm yesterday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Reading 'eclipse' I think it's stuck to my hands.. just can't put in down even when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having my dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Nothing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; something ends, another something new comes by.. ah,&lt;/span&gt; life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Just not long ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I can be... but cross my nerve and you're dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;A pet dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Err.. at home i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;harh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Only the radio or sometimes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wasting my time doing this tag when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; suppose to be doing some PA work for tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I've always done that.. right in my own room. Now it's got you thinking what kind of a window i have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I would say a yes.. i react rather slow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; blur.. it might just take some time before the truth seeps in.. so you can trust me in secrets.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; forgetful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;If you ask for one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'd say.. none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My family and treasured friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Fruits and vegetables?? I love them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. besides indulging in chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You don't have to know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Childishly... yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You'll catch me in church every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sundays&lt;/span&gt; and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jesus... and this person who has the ability to make me feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well, it truly depends who am i with. I can be super quiet or extremely loud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Not overly.. just enough to face the world out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now is - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2215 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player than tags 5 people and posts their names, than goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they done got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I doing 10 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; Watch cartoon every morning without fail before going to school while i eat my lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; Play more than study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; Read.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always been a bookworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stuck to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;gameboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Attends '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;electone&lt;/span&gt;' classes faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Kill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;isaac&lt;/span&gt; for this long tag whenever i had a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Finish this tag before my brain shuts down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Try doing some PA work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Change my bedsheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Do my devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; original..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;isc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, we've got some likeness :P)&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Chocolates&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (another likeness)&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Rocky sticks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Campbell mushroom soup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Contribute to the mission pledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Go on a holiday around the world with my lived ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Invest in God's kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Help the needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Spoil myself.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sleeping more than needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Leaving things lying around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Day dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Needs daily dose of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" &gt;Alor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" &gt;setar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" &gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Taiping, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" &gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" &gt;Pandan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" &gt;Indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" &gt;Bdr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Tun Hussein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" &gt;Onn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" &gt;Bdr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" &gt;Sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;. Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (13 years)&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     (4 months)&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Data-entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (1 pathetic month)&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Christ's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ambassador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (6 years)&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Ever since i got my license..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;(see bottom)&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; never trust love again... Feel cheated and hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. what else, happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;meh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I.... don't know which dream to make it a reality :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't do that sort of thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The same question as above shall possess the same answer as below.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not likely.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; attracted to guys.. sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Loving someone is bliss ... being loved by someone is bizarre... But both sounds right together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love is all about making sacrifices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anything.. if that makes him happy then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy but it's not easy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you'd like to act with someone, who will it be? Your bf/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; or an actress/actor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Will you invite your ex bf/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; to your wedding dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why not.. doesn't mean break up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ady&lt;/span&gt; cannot become friends right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years' time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Age 28~retired as the youngest multi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;millionaire&lt;/span&gt; and enjoying life in a bungalow built by the sea... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I do fear God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A genius!!! A rare gem.. haha. Well, someone who is friendly.. funny.. respectable.. Ah, basically he's a good guy :) Umm..minus the fact that he talk super fast and you'll have to 'harh' a few times to get what he's trying to say and is extremely animated. Every word comes with an action.. it's like watching a cartoon. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You think lah, living in a small hut full of warmth with the love of your life or living in a super large house full of nothingness with no one to share with.. The better one is...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;See the morning, see it rise over the mountains high.... (rejoice-chris tomlin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think i would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;None.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. It's very not me for fall for 2 at once..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Forgive yes.. forgetting is always the hard part. I need time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I may like someone.. but for now i don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ready to commit anything yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. List 5 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Suefinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinxi&lt;br /&gt;Weixing&lt;br /&gt;Shinyin&lt;br /&gt;Chiyeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5341186233841947364?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5341186233841947364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5341186233841947364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5341186233841947364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5341186233841947364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/troublesome-tag-2.html' title='Troublesome tag #2'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5465127677055208236</id><published>2008-09-28T21:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:11:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i love you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the 24 of september happened to be the birthday of this women i treasure so much.. Her existence was the best gift that has been given to me. All the things that she's done is nothing compared to having to own every luxury in the world.. Being there when i needed someone.. Although there's always the nagging element but i know that's her way of expressing her concern. Sacrificing so much just to make us little ones happy and seeing us happy lifts up her heart.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-LxhTj69I/AAAAAAAAA1s/mjuJvgtr_MM/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-LxhTj69I/AAAAAAAAA1s/mjuJvgtr_MM/s320/DSC00403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069373407554514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My grandmother.... and my 'jie jie'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How the memory of her accompanying me to school each day when i just started 'standard 1' remain fresh 'till today. Each day she would bring me to school and waited until i finish my lessons.. How during recess time she would always be there. How she would ask me about lessons and get me whatever i wanted. At that time i didn't understand how was it like to be going to the same place and waiting for such long hours with nothing in particular to do. (Well, except window shopping 'cause BBGS near 'lot 10' there mahh... my school is now Pavilion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the saturday before mom took us for lunch at the 'Grand Millennium'. Used to be known as 'The Regent'. To a chinese restaurant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MnZl4GGI/AAAAAAAAA20/VqJGCFZDHNc/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MnZl4GGI/AAAAAAAAA20/VqJGCFZDHNc/s320/DSC00417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251070299049826402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZING...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MH3sUVCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/e4Dg3r97ilA/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MH3sUVCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/e4Dg3r97ilA/s320/DSC00411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069757374092322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the environment of the high-class restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-Kh0zJdFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4_jzFZ8rTv0/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-Kh0zJdFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4_jzFZ8rTv0/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068004250776658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With unique lighting's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7bAUOaI/AAAAAAAAA08/20b8EHqUBIc/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7bAUOaI/AAAAAAAAA08/20b8EHqUBIc/s320/DSC00397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068444003285410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pathway... leading toward the place we're seated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-KibGJJ4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/WOC0A28ASZs/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-KibGJJ4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/WOC0A28ASZs/s320/DSC00394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068014530996098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right beside their external kitchen which they make their noodle specialty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't say i didn't warn you loh.. i like posting food. Hehe.. Just don't drool on your keyboard la okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-Kh8Bs-8I/AAAAAAAAA0E/ZSSZxCY9728/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-Kh8Bs-8I/AAAAAAAAA0E/ZSSZxCY9728/s320/DSC00389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068006190873538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried taro-dumplings.. (Low class a bit... call fried prawn lorh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-KiHP03OI/AAAAAAAAA0c/UbvBbGM6l4A/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-KiHP03OI/AAAAAAAAA0c/UbvBbGM6l4A/s320/DSC00393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068009202900194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing's 'wu kok'... Decorate till so nice also dunno how to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7nqg0YI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Q1TUgvin6_o/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7nqg0YI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Q1TUgvin6_o/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068447401496962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Har gao'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K73NzobI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FU166WZtHyk/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K73NzobI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FU166WZtHyk/s320/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068451576062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Char siu pau'... It was really nice though don't really look appetising to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-LxC46yRI/AAAAAAAAA1U/pq6vDv3RQzE/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-LxC46yRI/AAAAAAAAA1U/pq6vDv3RQzE/s320/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069365242743058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Siu mai'.. My favourite! But i feel that the ones sold in the market was more of my liking.. This one.. okok only ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-Lxo0hmCI/AAAAAAAAA10/WbPJesZIRwE/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-Lxo0hmCI/AAAAAAAAA10/WbPJesZIRwE/s320/DSC00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069375424862242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our decent meal... But i dunno what noodle this is. Maybe their specialty.. This is my bowl. The waitress lah.. go and divide for us and left me without a chance to picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHOOB2RI/AAAAAAAAA18/2feYd2wTFB0/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHOOB2RI/AAAAAAAAA18/2feYd2wTFB0/s320/DSC00406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069746241198354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must always have veggie!... 'Kai lan' fried with butter and garlic. Yum...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHcJAJlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/27xLUwcviy8/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHcJAJlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/27xLUwcviy8/s320/DSC00408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069749978211922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingered beef... Super delicious! Soft, tender and juicy meat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHThCmTI/AAAAAAAAA2M/V-9_jX9vbTM/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHThCmTI/AAAAAAAAA2M/V-9_jX9vbTM/s320/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069747663116594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted some 'tim pan' one... but they don't have -.-" But nevermind la.. the mini egg tart is also fine. Crunchy on the outside and eggy on the inside.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHgWm-gI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Y-EzQUV-7Vg/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MHgWm-gI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Y-EzQUV-7Vg/s320/DSC00410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069751109024258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durian puff's..! I didn't try this la.. Since i don't really know how to appreciate durians. But everyone says it's worth eating. Must be good then... for durian lovers (i'm the only one in the family who don't go crazy about durian.. everytime they eat i'll be hiding in my room. Weird i know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-LxQr8t_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/R82_d2QJNNA/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-LxQr8t_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/R82_d2QJNNA/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069368946440178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just find this.... very classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MnNLrAfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kvoy9sKQpns/s1600-h/DSC00412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MnNLrAfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kvoy9sKQpns/s320/DSC00412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251070295718691314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma.. mom, jie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7bKwSMI/AAAAAAAAA00/tJV-pYVUr-4/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7bKwSMI/AAAAAAAAA00/tJV-pYVUr-4/s320/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068444047067330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin and I... while waiting for food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7XpXJ1I/AAAAAAAAA0s/VGCg8CvXjtM/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-K7XpXJ1I/AAAAAAAAA0s/VGCg8CvXjtM/s320/DSC00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068443101701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt and uncle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MnXE1ktI/AAAAAAAAA28/5ydEHS9X3-s/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-MnXE1ktI/AAAAAAAAA28/5ydEHS9X3-s/s320/DSC00418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251070298374378194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lobby... nice settings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-V71jf3iI/AAAAAAAAA3U/T8fqjfozc_A/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-V71jf3iI/AAAAAAAAA3U/T8fqjfozc_A/s320/DSC00420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080545758076450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my grandmother fell in love at first sight... the orchids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to get my grandmother at first... stupid ideas like begging the hotel management to give me a pot of that orchids flash past. We laugh about it... But in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-UJctB1DI/AAAAAAAAA3M/O6frbBcKVjo/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-UJctB1DI/AAAAAAAAA3M/O6frbBcKVjo/s320/DSC00425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251078580582077490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 'petaling street' and brought her this... after school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that she really likes them this time.. cause every year we get her something sure ada comment one. At least din waste my effort la. So hard to jaga the flower okay..so scared i kill it or crush it.. and I actually ter-break a petal while driving home... (Shhh... you know i know can ady) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5465127677055208236?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5465127677055208236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5465127677055208236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5465127677055208236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5465127677055208236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-love-you-so.html' title='And i love you so'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SN-LxhTj69I/AAAAAAAAA1s/mjuJvgtr_MM/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2506284822084258275</id><published>2008-09-21T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:35:05.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking into pieces</title><content type='html'>Gah...  i just realise i have a few 'left behind' post which are yet to be published! It's so sad that its a monday again tomorrow... the a whole routine so familiar would repeat itself for a consecutive 5 days down the row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns and drag self out of bed.. dash or rather chase the train.. school.. class.. study.. sometimes lost in class.. stayback.. duty.. club meetings.. home.. nap.. homework.. revision (well, sometimes) and slump dead on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... i don't even remember sleeping. Before i could even let a dream come by, the buzzing alarm would just ring... arghh! The worst thing.... i remember my what i studied and forgot other things.. wahh! What's the capacity of a human brain?... no, a normal human brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework pilling up...&lt;br /&gt;Revisions yet to be done...&lt;br /&gt;Finals coming in another 2 weeks time...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't study a bit...&lt;br /&gt;Which sums up to a word...&lt;br /&gt;*DIE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord... sustain me..  I need you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2506284822084258275?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2506284822084258275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2506284822084258275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2506284822084258275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2506284822084258275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-into-pieces.html' title='Breaking into pieces'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-201882315801246208</id><published>2008-09-07T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:24:39.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The solution!</title><content type='html'>The solution?? It's the solution for any stalking problem or emergency or danger or emergency. Hehe.... guess what mom got me today?! Okay.. not really go buy it lah. Got them for free just cause she's working for OSRAM. My house lighting all free...no need to spend a cent! nyahh... nolah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMWiPVpI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eP-h5SmlaK8/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMWiPVpI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eP-h5SmlaK8/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243197331117921938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness... panic alarm mann!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got kinda excited about the alarm cause it says "115 decibel alarm" which i don't know what it means also lah. Then i hunt for a screwdriver and start removing the tag behind. Where i found the cutest thing beneath the cover of the 'cool' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMhTmLBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/h31viizmego/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMhTmLBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/h31viizmego/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243197334009293842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battery is soo soooo... CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMgsnTxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6xgdDl04CQ8/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMgsnTxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6xgdDl04CQ8/s320/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243197333845790482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size is something A23 if i'm not mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMmHK8EI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8P8i9kMhJ8Q/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMmHK8EI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8P8i9kMhJ8Q/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243197335299354690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i remove the tag then here comes the notty part larh.&lt;br /&gt;*behind packing*&lt;br /&gt;Pull out keyring to activate alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i pull it out.... and almost died! The sound is and was terrible... High pitch.. high frequency.. Never thought there's something better than pepper spray. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH-OUT ya stalkers out there! I'll huff and puff and blow you away with my new weapon! Okay lame.. nevermind ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-201882315801246208?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/201882315801246208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=201882315801246208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/201882315801246208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/201882315801246208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/solution.html' title='The solution!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SMOUMWiPVpI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eP-h5SmlaK8/s72-c/DSC00268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5850836700574693900</id><published>2008-09-04T20:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:57:11.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembu is now 17!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SL_UyDEnPPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3aCvQ2Q-B1E/s1600-h/IMG_6495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SL_UyDEnPPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3aCvQ2Q-B1E/s320/IMG_6495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142447565749490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I pray and hope for the very best on this special day of yours. May the Lord bless you kau kau and heee... september issue's galaxie ada daniel wu's picture! But very very.. i mean quite small lah. Almost same size as those you 'stole' from the jusco facial product ad cards. I still remember that incident la wei.. funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your wishes of Danial, Danielle, Danella and Denial *inserts surname* which maybe nothing else but wu or cheah. Hehehe.. i know you're gonna kill me for this but oh well.... :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm the EVIL one remember???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SL_YtE2ufyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_Gsl2M8vjjs/s1600-h/the-oreo-cheese-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SL_YtE2ufyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_Gsl2M8vjjs/s320/the-oreo-cheese-cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242146760191541026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not forgetting.. nah oreo cheesecake just for you.. enjoyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5850836700574693900?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5850836700574693900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5850836700574693900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5850836700574693900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5850836700574693900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/lembu-is-now-17.html' title='Lembu is now 17!!!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SL_UyDEnPPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3aCvQ2Q-B1E/s72-c/IMG_6495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2472552845393983267</id><published>2008-09-04T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:00:25.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stalker</title><content type='html'>On this very day (03 September '08), I finally understood the feeling of being stalk. Creepy.. freaky.. scary.. feary.. eerie.. heart attack.. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when i was on my way home after finishing the pointless 'reading programme'. I decided to take the ampang train teman-ing joyce but drop at chan sau lin station. Little did i know, as i stepped out of the train a stranger approached me. Talking in an alien language my brain cannot decipher. I gave him a puzzled look and thought he was asking about the train 'cause it can be really confusing if one is a first-timer. I just said "next train sri petaling." Then he nodded and asked me what form am i in then started talking about all sorts ie politics, pembangunan, political parties, critic form 6.... and the list goes on. Saying that he's a muslim and puasa stuff... bla bla bla.. I was already giving him a cold shoulder but perhaps he's skin is a little bit more than thick to feel lah. I wasn't in a mood of conversation as i was really exausted and drained. He's babble went on when the train finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely walk over to the next entrance as my instinct tells me that something is very wrong already. As i boarded i immediately prayed over this matter.. my heart is feeling uneasy. Many got down the salak south station which leaves him spaces to walk over towards me. "crap!" I thought. He continues to talk, this time asking me questions. Which station do i drop.. And then posed a as-a-matter-o-fact statement. "Can i have your contact.. i want to contact you in the future." Not that i was shock and felt fear overtaking but i hide my feelings well and said a stern no. He somehow did not get it. Train arrives at BTR and i thought that was the end of this nightmare. But no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed, no stalked me! This time insisting to know where i live. Only a fool would reveal the truth. Idiotic guy says "oh, i live in bandar tasik selatan" I sarcatiscally asked "then why you'd drop here?" Stalker replies "because i want to talk to you..." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRAZY INSANE STALKER!!!&lt;/span&gt; If i were daring enough i would seriously kick his *toot* He is still determine to ask for my contact when i said another no. Guess what guy said man... "Why?? Is it cause of studies... it's ok. I'll call you just once a month.. I really hope to see you after your studies.. bla bla bla" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY CRAZY ONE AHHHH!!! OH, TUHANKU.. APALAH YANG TERJADI PADA BUMI INI?!&lt;/span&gt; I turn to swap my card out of the barricade but dare not immediately walk to my car. 'cause from the platform my car is positively visible. I keep on my guards and pretending that i was waiting for my parents to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when the next train arrives and leave the platform did i dare to make a dash for my car and drove off at the speed of lightning! I was in a state of fright that i make sure every car that drives behind me is not the same vehicle everytime i glance at the mirror. Yeah.. sounds ridiculous but my mind is hair wired... Idiotic thing. Instill fear in my heart. Make me for a split second afraid to take the train to school or even go to school. Stupid stalker knows my school.. the badge says it all. Idiot idiot idiot.... Thankfully i took off my name tag ady ahh.. LRT mmg dangerous... Wrong.. rephrase... THE WORLD IS NO LONGER A SAFE PLACE. Full of evil, insanity, cruelty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*bangs table!* Tergamak engkau dalam bulan yang suci ini, pada bulan rahmadan membuat perkara sebegini! Lagi berani berkata diri sendiri sedang berpuasa! Sedangkan sifat ini langsung tidak memaparkan ajaran islam yang murni yang diagung-agungkan selama ini! Adakah ini sikap seorang muslim yang dikatakan beriman?! Bersolat 5 kali sehari! Mengaji al-quran! Kemanakah didikan agama yang diasuh sejak bangku sekolah?? Sudah dicuci hidroklorik asid?! Cis punya orang... memang jahaman! Aku tahu ini adalah teramat sangat offensive but maaflah saudara saudari sekalian yang tidak bersalah kerana 'sebab nila setitik rosak susu sebelanganya.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Bm inserts learn from isaac :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2472552845393983267?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2472552845393983267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2472552845393983267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2472552845393983267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2472552845393983267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/stalker.html' title='The Stalker'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6779284668591300395</id><published>2008-08-23T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:49:00.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie post</title><content type='html'>Because he's just undergone an operation we've decided to present to him a feathery pillow. Since he's unable to sleep on the hard garden bench like he used to. And i didn't want him on the cold floor all night long. Plus the rainy season. I love my son :D  At which his normal reaction would be fighting with the pillow to destruction and try swinging it with these strong teeth of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADo0kvxHI/AAAAAAAAAxk/oqE538lqbMI/s1600-h/P8230004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADo0kvxHI/AAAAAAAAAxk/oqE538lqbMI/s320/P8230004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237690366474306674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really cute to see him sleep with the pillow as well... :)&lt;br /&gt;I took this shot secretly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADpJHMfaI/AAAAAAAAAxs/CQjIJqWUpw0/s1600-h/P8230006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADpJHMfaI/AAAAAAAAAxs/CQjIJqWUpw0/s320/P8230006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237690371987504546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stupidly forgot to turn off the flash which woke him up... silly. He's kinda blurr at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADpXzHY8I/AAAAAAAAAx0/jmA7w8OL2hw/s1600-h/P8230007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADpXzHY8I/AAAAAAAAAx0/jmA7w8OL2hw/s320/P8230007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237690375929816002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are you doing...??" ~I'm caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADpigAK4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Ew-um7KiQ84/s1600-h/P8230008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADpigAK4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Ew-um7KiQ84/s320/P8230008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237690378802441090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering what operation he'd just went thru.. my son is an official eunuch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADp3dHClI/AAAAAAAAAyE/qb6d6ovwNRM/s1600-h/P8230014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADp3dHClI/AAAAAAAAAyE/qb6d6ovwNRM/s320/P8230014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237690384427453010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6779284668591300395?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6779284668591300395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6779284668591300395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6779284668591300395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6779284668591300395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/doggie-post.html' title='Doggie post'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SLADo0kvxHI/AAAAAAAAAxk/oqE538lqbMI/s72-c/P8230004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2549415195624328947</id><published>2008-08-19T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:13:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 word essay</title><content type='html'>Warning ahead: A 4 paged long essay written as a punishment due to my foolishness. I've decided to publish them since my blog is undergoing serious radioactivity decay. Fungus are eating up every bit of this site. My busy schedule gave me no mercy to blog in often.. have loads of tags piling up and this site is outdated. Sighh...  Anyway hope you'd enjoy this. (I know it's long and draggy but bear with it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Trapped keys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Little did I vividly recall that very day I was awoken by dreams which come and go swiftly. It made my tired brain flip and flops at every few seconds’ interval. How very confused am I but I could hardly give an account to them. There and there, came a source of light so bright it pierce through my eyelids and an enchanted melody it seems filled my deaf ears. It took me a split second before I became aware of my surroundings. “Great!” I thought to myself as I sat up rubbing the back of my neck as if it might relieve the stiffness. I accidentally doze off with my chemistry textbook as a replacement of my soft and comfy pillow. Then I left the energy supply running through the cables of my computer, specifically my speakers and room lights all night. The amount of energy I wasted was enough to cause Mother Nature some definite consequences and I am aware of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Subconsciously, I reach over to my study and grab my cell phone. With a gentle click by the side of my treasured gadget it obediently displays the time of the day. 5.32 am. Reluctantly I force myself to climb out of bed although the temptation to snooze for another 15 minutes almost over took my flesh. Knowing I was early, I fiddled with my textbooks. Instead of rushing and dashing around my room looking for things in my unorganized room, I did things at my own pace with all the time in the world I had. It had suddenly occurred to me that perhaps I should try going out a few minutes earlier and try to catch the train. After all an early bird catches the worm!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;At the crack of dawn, I drove steadily down the familiar looking road. Abandoning my time with God was enough for me to feel guilty. While driving I felt the urge to spend some quality time with Him instead of staring blankly at the long unwinding road. So I said my little prayer, asking him for forgiveness and stated my eagerness of steering my direction back onto Him only. I knew that I should tune my heart and check my relationship with God once a while. Maybe I have lost some fire like I use to have when I first found my ‘first love’ but the thought of me turning against God draws fear into my heart. I cannot imagine life without this Godly-man who has done so much for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Turning into the parking area my heart rejoices as a strategic parking spot awaits me. That was the nearest parking space to the train station with a tree spreading its arms so wide I am positive it would be able to shelter my vehicle from the blazing sun. I successfully parked my car, make sure I turn off the lights and started to gather my stuff from the passenger seat. My watch reads 06.39am when I glanced at it. I reminded myself that the next train would reach the platform at 06.42am. I came out of the car and immediately became aware of my surroundings as my arms supported my file and water bottle. My other hand was for pressing the lock button and was about to close the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The moment just before I lead the door to shut, something at the back of my brain seem to be whispering, telling me I forgot something. But what exactly is it? I just cannot seem to recall anything. At the exact timing where I heard a loud ‘bang!’ only did it occur to me. MY CAR KEYS!!! I peered through the window and I just saw my keys hanging at the ignition. The keys separated just by that thick piece of metal away from its rightful owner. How utterly dismayed am I to have let myself fall into such a silly mistake. My mind went blank for a second or two before I could feel the urgency as my brain scan through every single piece of memory that might help me out of this mess. Because I know mum would not be please with this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Before my brain could cough up a method that might work I stared intently at the keys as if by doing so they would just appear in my hands and tried to give the door a few yanks but in vain. This may look hilarious but I would give a hunch in every possibility that might get me close to unlock or even unwind my mistake. I pulled out a hair pin off my hair and tried letting it slip through the key holes. I know it is close to impossible that this would work but that’s what we did during our secondary school days when either of us forgot to bring our locker keys. Thinking very hard, I knew needed something thin that would slide between the window and the latex around it. Yes, that’s it! I could try using the metal ruler I possess.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;A friend once told me that there is a high probability of opening a locked door by just sliding a card or ruler between the windows and where the card or ruler hits the exact spot the door would unlock. I casually dropped my file and bottle to the ground and started searching for the ruler. As I tried my luck, I mouth my word of prayer and hoped very hard that this would turn out well. I even witnessed the train left the platform without me. Unfortunately nothing good came out of it. I am left with no choice but to resort to calling back home. Picking up my things, I ran to the nearest public phone as my cell phone was also locked in the car and scan my wallet for every single coin I had. It was then 06.43 am when I finally got through the line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Hurriedly I gave a quick summary on my carelessness and ask by any chance if they could get the spare keys from my mother and drive the car home or something. I very well understand the consequences of leaving the car unattended with the keys hanging at the ignition. If the car vanishes, that would be the end of me. I broke the trust and responsibility that was accounted to me when I was granted full permission to use the car. I hung up and notice my watch now reads 06.45 am. Grabbing my things I ran to the station. While I was running my wallet accidentally slipped from my hand. As it touches the ground my involuntary action of moving legs could not stop in time due to the law of inertia kicked the wallet and it slide across the path.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Racing for time I did not bother about the 10 cents than rolled off nor did I care about that piece of white paper lying a distance from my wallet. I naively thought it was just an ordinary piece of receipt as I have the habit of keeping them. I scurried past, bent down, grab my wallet and headed straight pass the barricade. I did not stop to breathe until I make sure I got myself onto the platform because I know I might catch the next train. When I got my feet on the platform I check if I dropped my Rm50 which I stuffed in this morning to make payment for school miscellaneous. That is when another bomb was dropped on me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;That piece of white paper was not just any ordinary receipt but my pictures which I spent a good whole 15 bucks on them for my school’s necessity. It felt so right to rush back up and retrieve my pictures but I know very well I would definitely miss the train then. Just as I was struggling with me thoughts, true enough the train arrived. I boarded with massive emotions running through faster that I could give it a second thought. I glanced at my watch again and was positive I was going be late for my prefect duties. Above all that, I was dead worried of what would become of the car and at the same time angry with myself. I indulge in self-blame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;As I starred out of the window, many things came into consideration. I thought of the mode of transport that would get me home later. How I would call my aunt about things during recess later. The lecture and some scolding I would get from my grandmother and mum. How things had drastically manage to overturn my jovial mood into a devastating one. The evil one did take this opportunity to bombard me with doubts that God is good because since I have decided to turn over nothing good happens. But I know all this was a lie. This is just a small test and if I fail to get past this I know very well I would have disappointed my God who is forever proud of me no matter how bad I fair. Yes, it might be my worst day ever but in my heart I have faith that He would still protect me no matter what.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I arrived at the prefect room just on time to sign in and left straight for my duty post. My senior was concern by the fact that I arrive late and perhaps my expression unreadable. He asked if I was feeling alright and what had happened. I hesitated but was not ready to share this with him yet so I just told him I do not want to talk about it. Just then a classmate of mine approached me to pass me a white paper and told me a guy found this at the station and believes it belongs to me. Are things beginning to change? The day pass with worry and fear accumulated in my heart. I skipped recess since I had chemistry before that and I did not want to miss class. It was well past my duty time and I know it is not advisable to skip my duty for personal matters. I performed my duties and thought of calling after recess period but I had to rush for math class. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The ringing sound of the bell indicated that school was over. I pack up and headed for my ‘detention class’ duties. With an empty stomach since the morning I felt the orchestra going on in my hungry stomach. The thought of going for an emergency meeting called by the prefects with my hungry state kind of dampers my spirit. I asked for permission to call from my senior and he allowed me to do so. With the few amount of coins left I had to make quick conversations and got to know that I was suppose to go up to my mother’s working place and obtain the keys from her instead. This means the car is at risk!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Before I could end my DC, the meeting adjourned. I went for lunch at the canteen and decided I should ask for signatures from the senior prefects to complete my orientation form. They asked a lot of questions regarding the constitution. At 4 pm I finally left school and took the train to Hang Tuah station. I was kind of lost because I was not very definite about the exact location of Amoda building. I did not want to take the monorail because I think I deserve to walk rather than to waste money. I brisk walk as fast as my legs could carry me with the weight of books I am bearing. I finally reached the opposite of Amoda building and decided to give mum a ring. Then I climbed the pedestrian bridge to get to the other side of the road. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Due to some miscommunication I guess I waited for quite some time at the lobby of the building for my mother to appear but to no avail. I have working people staring at me as if I was from another planet. Perhaps it was because I was in school uniform. Unable to bear another passing minute I used the last of my 10 cents to make another call where I was asked to go up to the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor. I got the key and was given a stern warning but she did not look furious. I scurried off, walked as fast as I could back to the lrt station, boarded the train and prayed really hard believing whole heartedly that my car would be just fine. That He would send angels guarding my car and would never allow something that I cannot possibly handle and put me to the test.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;By the time the train left the salak south station, my heart was pounding so fast. I felt my body shivered as the train passes the parking lots while I tried to locate the car. The moment my eyes meet the sight of the car still parked safely there I felt a rush of relieve washed over me. Immediately I mouth a word of thank you to my Lord. Not loud but enough for Him to hear me. After I settled in the car I retrieve my phone from under the seat and called mum to ensure that the car is still in its best condition. She did give me punishments which I truly deserve them. Only I did not foresee this piece of written essay as a form of punishment because I expected something worse. Ban from using the car maybe? But all in all I was glad that everything turned out just fine. I did learn my lessons well and vowed never to repeat this foolish act in the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2549415195624328947?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2549415195624328947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2549415195624328947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2549415195624328947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2549415195624328947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/1000-word-essay.html' title='1000 word essay'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-7895165308788206136</id><published>2008-07-17T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:05:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHT THE?!</title><content type='html'>I just cannot believe i did a stupid stupid stupid thing... I was so close to being early for the first time in history to reach school early. But alas! I don't know how or why but somehow, i manage to lock my car keys in my car! Stupid... i know. Some more my car is the super manual type and worst of all my handphone is in the car! Foolish joanna...! All i know next is i foolishly thought by luck or chance i could get the car unlock using a metal ruler.. Then i remembered, oh i've got no experience of stealing a car (okay.. lame but that's what i really did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i missed the early train and took the later one... with all my 'sum cheng' all mixed up. Anxious, worried, late, worried, pissed at myself, worried, lost..... Then when i was rushing to the station after making a call back home i ter-dropped my wallet! Great..... just great man. I noticed a 10 cents dropped out and a while piece of paper. Naively thought it was just a normal receipt (i have the tendencies to keep receipts in my wallet) i picked up my wallet and rush for the train. Then on the platform... i realise. THAT WHITE THING IS NOT JUST ANY PIECE OF RECEIPT!!! IT'S  MY PICTURES.....! In the white envelope. Nooooo... and i spent a whole 15 bucks on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap man... could this day get any better...?? Was nearly late for my duties, still having all my mixed up emotions and being angry with myself. Skipped recess because of chemistry class, freaking hungry. Then went straight for duty and senior dunno lost where.. and i also lost. *swt After school duty DC and hungry till wanna faint ady. Remembered i need to make calls and ran to public phone and menjadi semakin hungry.. whuaaa! Instead of going home straight like i use to do, i ended up walking a distance from Hang Tuah station to Amoda building just to get the spare keys from my mum.  And now my pernah 'ter-sprained' ankle is in a great deal of pain.... oh, so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupidity definitely earn me something. What's the worst i'll 'kena' man?? A whole scrol long of lecture and lecture and lecture and a 1000 word essay due in 2 days.. Great! Entitled: The day i lock my keys in the car. And it has to be like essays you'd write for exams with perfect grammar and everything.. Oh, baby with my work load from school already... i'll just jump off the building larh....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-7895165308788206136?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7895165308788206136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=7895165308788206136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7895165308788206136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7895165308788206136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/waht.html' title='WAHT THE?!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6500625834977473389</id><published>2008-06-17T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:45:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Time</title><content type='html'>Once again i've abandon my little blog. I think i could only afford to log in once a week for updates. I'm feel so occupied that i don't have time for entertainment (which includes my tv)  and myself anymore. Thankfully i manage to created some time for my 'daddy'.  Even this post here, i stole some time from my homework time just to 'engrave' this post. So i'll just keep it short and sweet :) I actually have a few posts that i want to put it up, but time's not allowing me to do so. So i guess it'll have to wait then.. perhaps this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i'm finding it hard to cope with homework and stuff is because i've just shifted school. From a victorian to a mbs-ian. Teachers in mbs have a train speed of teaching and we've not covered much while i was in vi waiting for the approval. So every now and then i'm always lost in class because everything is kinda alien. I really need to read up every 'left behind'  topic and try understand it. I can't figure how am i going to do it with the added amount of homework and self study everyday. The load's getting heavier :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to a testimony :) Thru' this approval of my school transfer application i actually realise how good the Lord has been to me. How real he reveals himself when you persist on in prayers and continue to trust in him even though things seems to be out of hand. He really do know how much i could hang on there until i'm really at the verge of giving up all hope. Then he sent me an 'angel' to direct me with crystal clear instructions. What should i do, who should i see and where should i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started : My application was rejected. I desperately wanted to transfer no matter what. On friday the 13th i went over with my aunt to mbs to see the headmaster for a 'sokongan' letter. He just said- go PPD and see this guy. (What's PPD lah?!) Then as we we're about to walk out, still standing in front of the office suddenly this 'penyelaras Form6' lik "lower 6 ah, come!". Apa lagi, go only lah. Everything was like a coincidence. She just wanted to that jabatan guy to stop approving students cause the school is full. Imagine what would have happen if we had just walked off. So she kinda made an exception for me that the jabatan guy should approve my application. Everything's like God's timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to PPD which is near vi. But things weren't that easy. That guy decide to play on us. He didn't want to sign anything but asked me to go back to vi and ask for another new application typed out and signed by the 'pengetua'. What could we do? But getting a new application form wasn't the hardest.. it was when getting that old hag's signature (opps, sorry) She practically criticized my reasons, that i'm bull-shitting and everything else she could with the MUET teacher (which have once earned a high respect from me) But she did sign anyway. Confident as she was that the jabatan definitely won't approve. So after that we went back to the 'pejabat pendidikan daerah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When giving him the form, i was really nervous la. But i prayed very very hard that everything would be as it is. I even debated with Him. How daring i was... Because he's already given me the first part so why not the other half as well? That guy asked a lot of questions.. thankfully i did pray that the words spoken are words of wisdom from God. Everything he asked, we'd answer with confidence and could also 'tembak' him. :D Finally, he approved!!!!!!! I was awed by His works of wonders. You know, God gives but sometimes not that easily. He would want to let you go through loads of halangan's so you'll be able to endure-make you better and stronger. Then you'll be braver to face a bigger 'giant' next time :) and won't retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise and glory given back to Jesus!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6500625834977473389?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6500625834977473389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6500625834977473389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6500625834977473389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6500625834977473389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/stolen-time.html' title='Stolen Time'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2829636663773361004</id><published>2008-05-28T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:38:10.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJufQCNaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/AFc0iQuyV6o/s1600-h/the_chronicles_of_narnia_prince_caspian01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJufQCNaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/AFc0iQuyV6o/s320/the_chronicles_of_narnia_prince_caspian01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205257069833368994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper reviews sort of thinks Prince Caspian was below expectation. But i personally thought it was *double thumbs up*!! Though some scenes requires flashbacks to The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, some were hard to catch but i don't care... This just gives me a reason to hehe.. watch it again :p If i did that for the first why not make history repeat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below and it's description might be spoilers to those who have yet to catch the movie.... And if you're the one, i greatly encourage go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJt_QCNYI/AAAAAAAAAww/Eu9V8PJcpDg/s1600-h/chronicles_of_narnia_prince_caspian_movie_image_georgie_henley__skandar_keynes__william_moseley__anna_popplewell__ben_barnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJt_QCNYI/AAAAAAAAAww/Eu9V8PJcpDg/s320/chronicles_of_narnia_prince_caspian_movie_image_georgie_henley__skandar_keynes__william_moseley__anna_popplewell__ben_barnes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205257061243434370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scene where they reached Aslan's How... Like the way the 4 sons of Adam walked through as kings and queens of the past time while the centaurs hold up their swords. There's this young centaur who couldn't hold his sword up high enough and his father gotta help him... it's a bit funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJcvQCNVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/g7WXrbHUZnM/s1600-h/2644004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJcvQCNVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/g7WXrbHUZnM/s320/2644004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205256764890690898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lucy (Georgia henley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This believe in Aslan that's in her kind of like hitted me. Especially the scene where she finally found Aslan in the woods and hugged him.. Imagining Aslan as the Lord, shouldn't we come to him this way too? It's lucy's childlike simplicity that she saw Aslan.. and i guess in the Lord we should always remain a child and not use our learned knowledge and play logic with Him.. Oh yea, lucy represents faith in the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJtfQCNXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/75YbE_z5Mfg/s1600-h/2644009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJtfQCNXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/75YbE_z5Mfg/s320/2644009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205257052653499762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Susan (anna popplewell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'yeng' man when she lead the narnians to war.. and her archery skills were :D But she's not returning to narnia anymore and so is peter cause they've already learned everything they could in Aslan's land. It's time to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDz9xPQCNcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CKmxLKY6K4k/s1600-h/photo_17_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDz9xPQCNcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CKmxLKY6K4k/s320/photo_17_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205314291682653634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High King Peter... (William moseley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who fought courageously with lord miraz. Despite he fail to save half the narnians while raiding miraz's castle, he had compassion for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJcvQCNUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8cawFuf6p6o/s1600-h/2644000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJcvQCNUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8cawFuf6p6o/s320/2644000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205256764890690882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Edmund (skander keynes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund was the total opposite from The lion, the witch and the wardrobe. He believed in Aslan still as much as lucy does.. He proved himself when he shutters the wall of ice to destroy the mirage of the witch.. incase his brother falls into the trap this time. The other funny part was when he representing narnia to challange Lord Miraz.. correcting miraz himself when he said 'prince edmund. "It's king edmund. Just 'King Edmund'. Well, peter is the High King.. It's complicated i know.." Sarcastic betul... but nicely said :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJuPQCNZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_-xWlmR_JSM/s1600-h/princecaspian01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJuPQCNZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_-xWlmR_JSM/s320/princecaspian01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205257065538401682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Caspian (ben barnes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spanish accented prince is so attractive when he says to his uncle miraz "keep your life but i'm giving the narnians back what it theirs". When he lead the narnians in the collapse of underground tunnels underneath the army. When he rescues susan.. and wishes he had more time with her &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJcfQCNTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bIjrYEZ2y8o/s1600-h/10f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJcfQCNTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bIjrYEZ2y8o/s320/10f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205256760595723570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyousjoanna says:&lt;br /&gt;He's hot, hott, hawt...! Can't wait for The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader starring 'King Caspian'. Releases 2010!!! (hoola..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. mel and mei if he's the edward cullen with his Spanish accent and looks, Edward is perfect!! Agree agree? or still wanna go with the 'cedric diggory'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJc_QCNWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/y-MtoJbMPF0/s1600-h/2644008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJc_QCNWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/y-MtoJbMPF0/s320/2644008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205256769185658210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting... Reepicheep the swashbuckling mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a cute thing.. and it was really hilarious when he tied the cat with ropes. Hahaha... how did he manage? Hey, notice CS lewis seem to have a liking for mice..? He used mice to free aslan before and in caspian, there's the sword mouse troup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.. i don't care. Gonna watch it again... after camp. Who's up for it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2829636663773361004?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2829636663773361004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2829636663773361004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2829636663773361004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2829636663773361004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/chronicles-of-narnia-prince-caspian.html' title='The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDzJufQCNaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/AFc0iQuyV6o/s72-c/the_chronicles_of_narnia_prince_caspian01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-4742961539072148954</id><published>2008-05-25T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:47:59.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a beautiful sunday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUmfQCNCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/KJOPV-HgYR0/s1600-h/P5250042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUmfQCNCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/KJOPV-HgYR0/s320/P5250042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204213495859655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He look just so colorless and frankly i'm a lil' bored. So i decide to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUlvQCNAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/bY_5tZoe2nc/s1600-h/P5250006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUlvQCNAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/bY_5tZoe2nc/s320/P5250006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204213482974753794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give him a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkWOPQCNLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VemlJ1zwnXU/s1600-h/P5250008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkWOPQCNLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VemlJ1zwnXU/s320/P5250008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204215278271083698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's piggy bone those which you use to boil yummy soup :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0vQCNJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/IcjGUvX9ZcM/s1600-h/P5250014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0vQCNJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/IcjGUvX9ZcM/s320/P5250014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204214840184419474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is where popping ideas of cam whoring with my doggie came about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkWN_QCNKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/3Hdg2zS5EWc/s1600-h/P5250013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkWN_QCNKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/3Hdg2zS5EWc/s320/P5250013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204215273976116386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.. he's being camera shy :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0PQCNHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vGUd8X8tv6A/s1600-h/P5250024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0PQCNHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vGUd8X8tv6A/s320/P5250024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204214831594484850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually just an act. When i wanted to bend lower and take a snap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0PQCNGI/AAAAAAAAAug/V5_cnT1Wuho/s1600-h/P5250027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0PQCNGI/AAAAAAAAAug/V5_cnT1Wuho/s320/P5250027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204214831594484834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and showed me his ugly bone...! sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0fQCNII/AAAAAAAAAuw/PTtuwKYyKxk/s1600-h/P5250021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkV0fQCNII/AAAAAAAAAuw/PTtuwKYyKxk/s320/P5250021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204214835889452162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the best i can get out of him.. he refuses to pose :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkVzvQCNFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RJ8H12xl4_k/s1600-h/P5250030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkVzvQCNFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RJ8H12xl4_k/s320/P5250030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204214823004550226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got fed-up with kouvo and cam whore ourselves instead. Cousin and i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUm_QCNEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/uzPNMBvwTOc/s1600-h/P5250034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUm_QCNEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/uzPNMBvwTOc/s320/P5250034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204213504449590338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom, promoting my grandmother's white orchid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUmvQCNDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/jB3AIwrqpyo/s1600-h/P5250040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUmvQCNDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/jB3AIwrqpyo/s320/P5250040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204213500154623026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the 'ladies dancing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in the house and called my other doggie... Her doggie expression explains it all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUmPQCNBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4CMIYa9jPsg/s1600-h/P5250043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUmPQCNBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4CMIYa9jPsg/s320/P5250043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204213491564688402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-4742961539072148954?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4742961539072148954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=4742961539072148954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4742961539072148954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4742961539072148954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-beautiful-sunday-evening.html' title='On a beautiful sunday evening'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SDkUmfQCNCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/KJOPV-HgYR0/s72-c/P5250042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6413350167430043071</id><published>2008-05-14T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:32:10.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing me for me</title><content type='html'>With a given name, its hidden meaning unleashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Joanna Jinling Lee Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molded and still molding by my beloved Father brings out my unique personality to christ-likeness... (which contain 90% accuracy *winks*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6413350167430043071?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6413350167430043071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6413350167430043071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6413350167430043071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6413350167430043071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/knowing-me-for-me.html' title='Knowing me for me'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-4527829898713038879</id><published>2008-05-02T23:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:39:18.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khidmat negara'/><title type='text'>The Rakit Experience</title><content type='html'>Kayak was the one of a thing i wanted to play with ever since my std. 6 'kem bina semangat'. I thought i saw this coming my way when i was selected. Sadly, no. Instead we only did rakit-ing... Mainly also because it's the number of us and the 'jurulatih' wants all of us to have a go. But hey, what they want to cultivate in us is team work. So rakit-ing is definitely a good practice :) Cause if everyone does their own thing, the rakit would not budge an inch.. Despite the waters don't seem hygienic, all the fun was what counts. Except all the washing we had to do in the end =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChL5f_IqJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6OYMOdbkR4Y/s1600-h/P2250327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChL5f_IqJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6OYMOdbkR4Y/s320/P2250327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489221010172050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayak's left untouched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMUf_IqQI/AAAAAAAAArE/Sf93UxjEvHs/s1600-h/P3050385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMUf_IqQI/AAAAAAAAArE/Sf93UxjEvHs/s320/P3050385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489684866640130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the long journey to the lake for rakit competition :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChL5f_IqKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/zGFxHkcovWY/s1600-h/P2250328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChL5f_IqKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/zGFxHkcovWY/s320/P2250328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489221010172066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try-outs held a week before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChL5__IqMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/KRM2HSt_HPE/s1600-h/P2250331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChL5__IqMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/KRM2HSt_HPE/s320/P2250331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489229600106690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the real competition starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMUv_IqRI/AAAAAAAAArM/vIzavT8Byz8/s1600-h/P3050387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMUv_IqRI/AAAAAAAAArM/vIzavT8Byz8/s320/P3050387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489689161607442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the guys striving for the best, to gain fame for ones company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMU__IqSI/AAAAAAAAArU/l04JtmY--0Q/s1600-h/P3050389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMU__IqSI/AAAAAAAAArU/l04JtmY--0Q/s320/P3050389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489693456574754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo guys company arriving with second placing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMUP_IqOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/TXzyEGYytnE/s1600-h/P2250334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChMUP_IqOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/TXzyEGYytnE/s320/P2250334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489680571672802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls turn... But we end up with third placing when first placing was within our grasp during the first half of the competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChNVf_IqUI/AAAAAAAAArk/TEPGr2yu0y0/s1600-h/P2250330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChNVf_IqUI/AAAAAAAAArk/TEPGr2yu0y0/s320/P2250330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199490801558137154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, how the heart longs for such captivating scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-4527829898713038879?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4527829898713038879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=4527829898713038879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4527829898713038879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4527829898713038879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/rakit-experience.html' title='The Rakit Experience'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SChL5f_IqJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6OYMOdbkR4Y/s72-c/P2250327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1757765353139229537</id><published>2008-04-16T22:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:47:33.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khidmat negara'/><title type='text'>Mesmerizing M-16 Material</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJUEnKKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SjN9Qtmv3BE/s1600-h/P2260352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJUEnKKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SjN9Qtmv3BE/s320/P2260352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795133620496546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by reading the title triggers your adrenaline? Yeahh... all the same goes to each and everyone of us when news leaks out. We'll be shooting on the 18-20 february. There goes the normal routine procedures, us being dividing into groups for pre-shooting lessons (theory la means) to shotting pals (8 in a group) to bus ridings.  We got all excited.... and checked the schedule posted on the buletin board. Ah, what a shame! We don't get to hold the gun for 3 days... just a day. Starting off with Alpha and Bravo company first, we did theory with those martials.... while Charlie and Delta had their kenegaraan classes as usual. (Oh, did i ever mention there we're divided into 4 companies- alpha, bravo, charlie and delta. Therefore suppose to faithfully stick to our companies for all activities.  I proudly announce myself as a Bravo-ian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So monday morning- pre-shooting lessons! We had some talk about how the gun works, it's physical theory, in-builts and history. Which we're suppose to jot down notes or at least pay attention or else i think the martial would ask us run the whole 'padang kawad'. Cause' when we barely knew him he made us ran back to our dorms to get notebooks and pens in 2 minutes. Which was quite impossible with the heavy gigantic spike boot and the distance of the dorms from our lesson station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those foreign theory is all being forced into our brain somehow, we're given a 30 minutes time-out. Tuning back, we're gotta experience holding the gun ^.^ how to aim and the right way to lie on grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqXkEnJ7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/RS-pWgeTG8Y/s1600-h/P2250316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqXkEnJ7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/RS-pWgeTG8Y/s320/P2250316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793179410376626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-16's left on the table while we're all off for a break. I tried holding it....indeed a weighty material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqYEEnJ8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/saXpX8Ysdqc/s1600-h/P2250317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqYEEnJ8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/saXpX8Ysdqc/s320/P2250317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793188000311234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the yellow board there..? We're suppose to lie on those ponchos holding the gun and try aiming for bullseye! But no shotting lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqW0EnJ6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/xqGob60Rnp0/s1600-h/P2250315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqW0EnJ6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/xqGob60Rnp0/s320/P2250315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793166525474722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so tempted to take this shoot up close :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqYkEnJ9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/uXIGxMWIafo/s1600-h/P2250318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqYkEnJ9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/uXIGxMWIafo/s320/P2250318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793196590245842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the martial demonstrates the right way of lying. Whether you're a lefty or righty determines your lying position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqY0EnJ-I/AAAAAAAAAls/fS-T2F1aCsc/s1600-h/P2250319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsqY0EnJ-I/AAAAAAAAAls/fS-T2F1aCsc/s320/P2250319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793200885213154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit sexist though, but he requested for the guys to try it out first while the girls watch closely and suntan ourselves a bit also ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq90EnJ_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/lRVP569yPfE/s1600-h/P2250321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq90EnJ_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/lRVP569yPfE/s320/P2250321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793836540372978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally the girls turn :D With the lady martial guiding. Wondering where are the guys? Well, they've decided to wait for us under the shades. Feel that in ns those guys seem weaker than girls... they visit the medic frequently and can't stand sun =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq-EEnKBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/i4hSxJT3FVE/s1600-h/P2250323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq-EEnKBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/i4hSxJT3FVE/s320/P2250323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793840835340306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left, me with my compatible friends peihann and aising and likei my dorm mate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day just passed like that.... Bringing tuesday along. Excitement whispers fills the whole hall when the teacher announced the time we should leave for the shooting site. Waking up at 3 in the morning and take-off at 4.30 am. Excited as we are, but once we reached the bus took our places everyone started to doze again. We stopped at some 'surau' for the muslims to pray at 6 then continue our journey. Never had it crossed my mind that from kuala kubu bharu to banting was that far! It took us almost 2 hours plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq-UEnKCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ISk-DL5sOJ8/s1600-h/P2260337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq-UEnKCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ISk-DL5sOJ8/s320/P2260337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793845130307618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30am we finally arrived at the Banting shooting site... still 2 buses have yet to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsrzUEnKEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/y3zQzLevAr4/s1600-h/P2260339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsrzUEnKEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/y3zQzLevAr4/s320/P2260339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195794755663374402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility.... a quite place surrounded by mountains and trees. You could almost hear insects sing their orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lined up and make sure non is missing from our groups. We then sang the national anthem and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsrzkEnKFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ssu5hVy1WrI/s1600-h/P2260340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsrzkEnKFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ssu5hVy1WrI/s320/P2260340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195794759958341714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another demonstration. This time with real shootings... incredibly loud bangs were heard as many as 20 times and with mountains surrounding the area you can imagine the feedbacks of the bangs! And then the smell of smoke... caused by the bullets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's our turn... Alpha company goes first. Leaving the Bravo's all nervous with stomachs doing twist and turns. At the same time playing in our minds are thoughts of how foolishly will we shoot and miss the targets and end up with embarrassingly low marks. This is our shooting competition.. with 20 bullets each. After a long never seem to end wait... it's now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsr0EEnKGI/AAAAAAAAAms/zGsBinTDaS8/s1600-h/P2260342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsr0EEnKGI/AAAAAAAAAms/zGsBinTDaS8/s320/P2260342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195794768548276322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turn... was really nervous i admit :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJkEnKLI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VzEe3dBHM70/s1600-h/P2260353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJkEnKLI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VzEe3dBHM70/s320/P2260353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795137915463858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in lines into the site to our respective places was even nerve racking..  Looking at the 'pengasuh's' serious face made things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong... they were actually friendly people. I did eventually liked my 'pangasuh'. She's so funny and cute. Here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and stood there with a blank mind. Next thing i knew she was pointing at me and said "eh, sama!" Blurr as i normally am i blurted out a "harh?!" And she pointed at her braces.. haha.. then she turn to the left pulling me along and showed her friend. The friend's reaction was "wah.. kembar lah!" We just look at each other a second and burst into laughter. And i had thought that they're extremely serious people some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsr0UEnKII/AAAAAAAAAm8/owpRTzqGycE/s1600-h/P2260345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsr0UEnKII/AAAAAAAAAm8/owpRTzqGycE/s320/P2260345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195794772843243650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on ear muff's and walking towards the blue thing... and lie on it. While we adjust ourselves to a comfy position, our 'pengasuh' will load the gadget for us. So all we have to do is apply some force to the 'picu ' M-16 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJUEnKJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/PCWWqUBYa1A/s1600-h/P2260349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJUEnKJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/PCWWqUBYa1A/s320/P2260349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795133620496530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aim hard lah of course.. The priceless experience? Everyone keeps on repeating that you'll get bruises after the shot cause of the explosion + gun weight. But no, if you hold it the right way the blue-black spots won't pay a visit. Before i was ready, i heard someone bullet left for the aim chart. It was really loud...! So i took a deep breath, aimed really hard, hold my breath and let loose my first bullet. (It's not advisable to breath when you shoot, might miss the aim) How surprise am i when all i heard was the mechanism of the bullet moving out of the gun i was holding and not the loud bang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had 20 shots and all the fun was over. Results announced. I had 1-19-0. Which means 81/ 100 ^.^ (First number x5, second x4 and the last x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssc0EnKPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cVMBprzhT38/s1600-h/P2260358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssc0EnKPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cVMBprzhT38/s320/P2260358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795468627945714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone's done, the martials unload every gun thus preparing to keep them and pick every empty bullet remnants. While we form lines to 'berikrar' than we did not keep any of the empty bullets with us and if we do, tindakan keras akan diambil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq-kEnKDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/iigZ45NozH0/s1600-h/P2260338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBsq-kEnKDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/iigZ45NozH0/s320/P2260338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793849425274930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the Bravo 'hua ren' taking a group shot just before our shooting game starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJkEnKMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/aJZRnjvt1is/s1600-h/P2260354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJkEnKMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/aJZRnjvt1is/s320/P2260354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795137915463874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zarina, my pengasuh and me. We actually didn't plan for this.. it was the whole gang of guy soldiers who suggested we should take a picture together. Since both also wearing braces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssdEEnKQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Z1EEAXE9xyA/s1600-h/P2260359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssdEEnKQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Z1EEAXE9xyA/s320/P2260359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795472922913026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, cg. Hanif and me (our beloved character building teacher who loves taking shots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssdEEnKSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Twq9qAMaEBA/s1600-h/P2260361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssdEEnKSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Twq9qAMaEBA/s320/P2260361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795472922913058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot with cg. Yati, also our character building teacher. Nice and straight forward teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssdEEnKRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EyyiHilmb08/s1600-h/P2260360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssdEEnKRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EyyiHilmb08/s320/P2260360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795472922913042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This round with cg. Ayim who perasan he 'leng chai'... was melissa's kenegaraan class teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of something that would never leave my memory banks unless i lost my memory by accident. Chances don't just appear.. and now i somehow understand why the 'jurulatih' there always say we're the chosen ones, the lucky ones. (which most of us consider ourselves 'malang' to be picked for this training) But looking from the experience angle, things are way different. There's always a reason behind everything. Hmmm.. if and only if i can play shooting again.... yea right, bullets very cheap la now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1757765353139229537?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1757765353139229537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1757765353139229537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1757765353139229537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1757765353139229537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/04/mesmerizing-m-16-material.html' title='Mesmerizing M-16 Material'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SBssJUEnKKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SjN9Qtmv3BE/s72-c/P2260352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-853334226141993696</id><published>2008-03-27T23:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:14:33.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khidmat negara'/><title type='text'>Community calling</title><content type='html'>It's finally the days we long awaited!! Time for community service... (which also means we're able to get out of camp!) So this is how they handle things since our batch is chasing time. We're again divided into groups and each team would go to a different place. Then at night, we'll all gather and each group is suppose to sent its representative and give a summary on what they did, personal encounter and lessons learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to where my community calling brings me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCkcqzRAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6DWdAEhXUyo/s1600-h/P2200284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCkcqzRAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6DWdAEhXUyo/s320/P2200284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838445785334786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assigned to catch a glimpse of what firefighter does.... after some talk here we are admiring the gigantic machine we all question. What's in it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCksqzRBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2U35YqKP7hA/s1600-h/P2200286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCksqzRBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2U35YqKP7hA/s320/P2200286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838450080302098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of firefighter showing us the 'water gun' (i dunno what's it call lah.. He talks way to fast my pen can't chase up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCk8qzRCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-QQ3Pp6hwj8/s1600-h/P2200287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCk8qzRCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-QQ3Pp6hwj8/s320/P2200287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838454375269410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wira trying out the apparatus. Mind you it was really heavy! No wonder firefighters needs physically fit and strong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is in that gigantic machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDC8qzRHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VjyP82QhoVE/s1600-h/P2200292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDC8qzRHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VjyP82QhoVE/s320/P2200292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838969771345010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water pump control system which is at the back of the machine... The truck is fat cause it's able to drink up to 1400 liters of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCk8qzRDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RZLEihWorE8/s1600-h/P2200288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCk8qzRDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RZLEihWorE8/s320/P2200288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838454375269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 'kalis api' stuff and ponchos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYJV8qzRMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/xNiyaaKJzPg/s1600-h/P2200289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYJV8qzRMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/xNiyaaKJzPg/s320/P2200289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189845893258626242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'water gun' thing..... and i can't make out what others are (sorry &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDCsqzRGI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rbWgNT7iDd4/s1600-h/P2200291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDCsqzRGI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rbWgNT7iDd4/s320/P2200291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838965476377698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightings and extendable ladders... which comes in handy at all emergency times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDCsqzRFI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ol1PH75_3CQ/s1600-h/P2200290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDCsqzRFI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ol1PH75_3CQ/s320/P2200290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838965476377682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronic saws.... and machines of (again i dunno what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDDcqzRII/AAAAAAAAAkk/JkuU4UCrDXY/s1600-h/P2200293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDDcqzRII/AAAAAAAAAkk/JkuU4UCrDXY/s320/P2200293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838978361279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demo of the breathing apparatus. Very very useful when a firefighter walks heroic-ly into a burning building to save trapped innocents from the hungry devouring red flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking what has this gotta do with our community services??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDUcqzRKI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nzZCMhrcxZA/s1600-h/P2200295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDUcqzRKI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nzZCMhrcxZA/s320/P2200295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189839270419055778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging and looking for the 'hidden' chamber which protects the hydrant water control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDUsqzRLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uCQs1NmEq1Y/s1600-h/P2200296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDUsqzRLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uCQs1NmEq1Y/s320/P2200296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189839274714023090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work of opening the hydrant water control pipe. After that there's endless muddy water shooting out of the hydrant but sadly i didn't manage the shot :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDDsqzRJI/AAAAAAAAAks/rOhXVYpMhow/s1600-h/P2200294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYDDsqzRJI/AAAAAAAAAks/rOhXVYpMhow/s320/P2200294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838982656246930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... our service was to clear, clean, test and paint every single hydrant planted in this little chinese village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it was really enjoyable might surprise you but think about it.. In a life time how many times would you come across chances like this, the chance of a life time for you to dig and see for yourself how hydrants work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-853334226141993696?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/853334226141993696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=853334226141993696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/853334226141993696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/853334226141993696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/community-calling.html' title='Community calling'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/SAYCkcqzRAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6DWdAEhXUyo/s72-c/P2200284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1577168841314800765</id><published>2008-03-24T21:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:07:54.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khidmat negara'/><title type='text'>We're now 17+1</title><content type='html'>Birthdate babies in Ns feels like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15 february, one of my dorm mate you yin from terengganu celebrated her birthday! She looks so small but she's already... hehe.. older than any of us. Up next, Melissa's birthday on the 22 february. But i did not participate 'cause we're in a different dorm and it rained very heavily that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW-Jta6XI/AAAAAAAAAic/sTB7yemPJKk/s1600-h/P2160281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW-Jta6XI/AAAAAAAAAic/sTB7yemPJKk/s320/P2160281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401790722369906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a group picture of us celebrating you yin's birthday. You yin's the one in red and Melissa is the one in purple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW9Zta6WI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gWRYuqb7tag/s1600-h/P2160280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW9Zta6WI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gWRYuqb7tag/s320/P2160280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401777837468002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, moose cake but sadly because of the hot weather it melted and doesn't look appetizing. But we manage to whack the whole thing anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first time, my first time celebrating birthdays without our families... i thought it won't even feel like it's your day. No sooner... the day arrives. As i sat up on my bed rubbing my eyes and still half asleep, a girl opposite my bed "Happy birthday joan!" I was caught by surprised.... then they started singing singing birthday tunes. As the day went along... The whole company sang birthday tunes during breakfast and before bedtime in different languages, friends advertise it's my birthday and got loads of wishes from friends of other company and also teachers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also another surprise they did for me that i'll remember in my entire life. I didn't expect any of this would come my way. At about 11 when lights were suppose to be off, they whole gang suddenly came in with the cake singing birthday tunes! I was...... touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW-pta6ZI/AAAAAAAAAis/3rdxX7agI2s/s1600-h/P3010381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW-pta6ZI/AAAAAAAAAis/3rdxX7agI2s/s320/P3010381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401799312304530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's already running late, quick wish and quickly cut the cake so everyone can eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uzRZta6eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PeF6zHKAI6c/s1600-h/P3010383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uzRZta6eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PeF6zHKAI6c/s320/P3010383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182432907760429538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American chocolate cake. (That's why it's already half cutted when i took a picture of it since i was really.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW-Zta6YI/AAAAAAAAAik/5f1f8E-daV8/s1600-h/P2250325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW-Zta6YI/AAAAAAAAAik/5f1f8E-daV8/s320/P2250325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401795017337218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lah what my family they all gave me! They visited on the 24 february and brought me this.. then say "nah, this is your birthday cake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us thought that celebrating our birthdays in ns would very much enjoyable. I thought so too. But it seems i was very wrong indeed. I had the best day one could ever wished for! God is has really been extremely good to me that He gave me such good buddies. I mean i barely know them like for 3 months and they are so ever willing to spent money and share out buying the cakes. Moreover,  each person's birthday an individual cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uXRpta6bI/AAAAAAAAAi8/U0fX1tjrBMA/s1600-h/P3010384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uXRpta6bI/AAAAAAAAAi8/U0fX1tjrBMA/s320/P3010384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182402125729819058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo- aising, melissa, peihann,sookyin, leann, youyin, likei and yeejin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uvdJta6cI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5PA-w0lFvHw/s1600-h/TargetPreview.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uvdJta6cI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5PA-w0lFvHw/s320/TargetPreview.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182428711577381314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forgotten, dila. That day, every moment she sees me she'll stop by and sing a birthday tune. She even ask a chinese girl to teach her the chinese version just to sing it to me.... though notty and loves to bully me but she's truly a dear friend. Really miss the time we fought over an innocent pipe to bath and spraying water at each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edited (31 March 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R_ELQZta6fI/AAAAAAAAAjY/AxMr44Ejm2c/s1600-h/P3310016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R_ELQZta6fI/AAAAAAAAAjY/AxMr44Ejm2c/s320/P3310016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183937022487357938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.... what should i say? Double celebration also jadi lah.... Sweet17th birthday suefinn!! May you continue to grow and walk with the Lord and may his abundant blessings be poured richly unto you... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1577168841314800765?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1577168841314800765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1577168841314800765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1577168841314800765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1577168841314800765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-now-171.html' title='We&apos;re now 17+1'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-uW-Jta6XI/AAAAAAAAAic/sTB7yemPJKk/s72-c/P2160281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-7876457532388648638</id><published>2008-03-19T00:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:50:00.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khidmat negara'/><title type='text'>Puzzle pieces</title><content type='html'>Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Browse through the posted puzzle pieces with intense attention. Note every detail. Next, try putting them together. If an angel decides to give you a hand, you might get the whole picture :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to take up the challenge??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe9Zta6QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/xkWoD6zUoPo/s1600-h/P3070404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe9Zta6QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/xkWoD6zUoPo/s320/P3070404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158774116804866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padang kawad- where kumpul early in the morning, for morning exercise, before going for classes and emergencies(there was once a major black out.. and the surroundings were~pitch dark!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oda5ta6HI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sRVUPs8Byqg/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oda5ta6HI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sRVUPs8Byqg/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180157081899690098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urusetia- the headquarters and that's where they keep our... handphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob35ta6GI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_EEeTOaWFwA/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob35ta6GI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_EEeTOaWFwA/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180155381092640866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic- Which is where you'll go if you feel sick. But i despise... because of their lack of attitude, poor noble values and some personal reason~(some of you would know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3pta6EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DPXJYp2pYOk/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3pta6EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DPXJYp2pYOk/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180155376797673538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalets- located opposite the medic and i believe the commander and high-rank people all live in those. Ada air-cond some more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3pta6FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PlBiGde0S8Q/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3pta6FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PlBiGde0S8Q/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180155376797673554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PLKN vehicle- Did us great job by carrying those needed equipments for our physical activities whenever we were suppose to walk to our destination (which is out of camp... woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OdbJta6II/AAAAAAAAAgk/JVFK9J0OJXg/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OdbJta6II/AAAAAAAAAgk/JVFK9J0OJXg/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180157086194657410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewan makan- that's where we are feed 6 meals a day! And also our tempat berkumpul at night, when it rains, camp events and other activities... yeah, the food suck. To them it's like sugar, chilly and oil's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe8Zta6NI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NfYdKdJYpEo/s1600-h/P2220308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe8Zta6NI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NfYdKdJYpEo/s320/P2220308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158756936935634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewan kuliah- there are 4 blocks and 7 classes. Here's where we have our character building, integrasi, penghayatan sastera dan budaya, kerohanian and kenegaraan classes. We're randomly divided :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OfH5ta6SI/AAAAAAAAAh0/id-6DlQoPXc/s1600-h/P3100431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OfH5ta6SI/AAAAAAAAAh0/id-6DlQoPXc/s320/P3100431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158954505431330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe- where food with quality slightly higher than the canteen could be obtain. They also sell items like bucket, padlocks, notebooks.... ect. Many including the teachers would hangout here what more on sundays, our holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3Jta6CI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NvYDJFpLFV8/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3Jta6CI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NvYDJFpLFV8/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180155368207738914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padang bola- Football, netball, basketball and volleyball is played during our riadah time from 5.30pm-6.30pm. Some will play games, some will jog around and most will just sit around and chit-chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3Zta6DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yqmGOQsbIKI/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Ob3Zta6DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yqmGOQsbIKI/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180155372502706226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembara halangan- obstacle course consist of 6 meter wall, tarzan swing, monkey rack, a tunnel and those wire thing where you crawl underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe9Jta6PI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VtSW_78WIGw/s1600-h/P3070403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe9Jta6PI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VtSW_78WIGw/s320/P3070403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158769821837554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look look... the fenced up area shows the girls dormitories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-ewuJta6VI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nww_-c56NF4/s1600-h/TargetPreview.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-ewuJta6VI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nww_-c56NF4/s320/TargetPreview.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181304203239942482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dorms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe9pta6RI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2Go2GBXI0oE/s1600-h/P3100429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe9pta6RI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2Go2GBXI0oE/s320/P3100429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158778411772178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisma- a place for maggi cup cooking and to melapor diri for night duties. Night duties is like patrolling around the camp from 11pm till 5am. For girls our area only covers the girls dormitories and there's 3 shifts. Each day a different company' shall duty and is rotate among company dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First shift&lt;/span&gt;- 11pm to 1am, making sure each one goes go sleep and sleeps on their own beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second shift&lt;/span&gt;- 1am to 3am, the hardest of all with nothing to do except walking from dorm to dorm looking at others sleep contributes to piled up weariness (i did the second shift~almost died of sleepiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third shift&lt;/span&gt;- 3am to 5am, walks from dorm to dorm switching off their fans and switch on lights waking everyone up exactly at 5. These privilege people can continue to sleep after duty till 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OdbZta6KI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iPfB78zNkCs/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OdbZta6KI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iPfB78zNkCs/s320/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180157090489624738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of like our living room. They have a water cooler and also a television set there but with poor reception. Clearest reception ever RTM1 and there's no 8TV or even NTV7 =.=  Plenty of mosquitoes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OdbZta6JI/AAAAAAAAAgs/xsEgT0fVg28/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OdbZta6JI/AAAAAAAAAgs/xsEgT0fVg28/s320/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180157090489624722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public phone- menjadi rebutan ramai when our phones are kept. People buy phone cards lik prepaids or has a container of coin collection. Bila-bila ada free time sure got people occupy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OfIJta6UI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hcLOYRXah1M/s1600-h/P3100436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OfIJta6UI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hcLOYRXah1M/s320/P3100436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158958800398658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilets-On the far end, that's for washing our clothes and the kolam for bathing if you have sarung. There's shower rooms of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OfH5ta6TI/AAAAAAAAAh8/y-R5EBwhx_Q/s1600-h/P3100434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-OfH5ta6TI/AAAAAAAAAh8/y-R5EBwhx_Q/s320/P3100434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158954505431346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's 3 feet deep... we are not allowed to swim in there :( but sometimes rules are meant to be broken. Once a week like we clean the toilets and before emptying the kolam we'll play water first. hehe.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Odbpta6LI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3ukK-LfRX_o/s1600-h/P2220297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Odbpta6LI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3ukK-LfRX_o/s320/P2220297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180157094784592050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorm E2- It's like my home for almost 3 months. We're a family of 16 with 3 chinese, 1 sarawak-ian, 1 sabahan and 11 malays. There's my bed is at the far end on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe8pta6OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vGEGX2AqqRA/s1600-h/P2250326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe8pta6OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vGEGX2AqqRA/s320/P2250326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180158761231902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit-layout- practically this is what every bed much look like each morning before we kumpul at 6.30am till 5.00pm. Points are counted for this and if you don't do it properly, it's fore-warn that we might find our beds and lockers thrown out. (but they say only lah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: high level of imagination and brain juice required :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-7876457532388648638?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7876457532388648638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=7876457532388648638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7876457532388648638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7876457532388648638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/puzzle-pieces.html' title='Puzzle pieces'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R-Oe9Zta6QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/xkWoD6zUoPo/s72-c/P3070404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6172666466463715384</id><published>2008-03-18T02:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:05:53.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near at heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A week's time ticks along so quickly i don't even realise. Time gives no mercy to any man. In a day's time, 2 good friends at once is going off to perform their responsibilities as a malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;'Program Latihan Khidmat Negara kumpulan 2 siri 5/2008 '. And i won't be seeing them for 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R967mdRvv7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/OEzo-9wfoAM/s1600-h/DSC03728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R967mdRvv7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/OEzo-9wfoAM/s320/DSC03728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178782890891132850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungga~wendy, me, melissa, meiearn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei earn. A bestie from high school ever since form 2. A great buddy that's always there to listen to all my rantings and bear with me when i'm irritating, moody or being evil. Had a barbeque cum farewell party with her last saturday. We spent our time eat-ing, mahjong-ing, cluedo-ing and fellowship-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_aKtRvv8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/-8H23MovBpQ/s1600-h/P3150001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_aKtRvv8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/-8H23MovBpQ/s320/P3150001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179097973986934722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong-ing... My first time learning how to play :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_aLdRvv-I/AAAAAAAAAec/9hOWX_s3QSU/s1600-h/P3150012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_aLdRvv-I/AAAAAAAAAec/9hOWX_s3QSU/s320/P3150012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179097986871836642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluedo-ing... without paying attention and cheating element present :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_aLNRvv9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Nd_S2svvYmg/s1600-h/P3150014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_aLNRvv9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Nd_S2svvYmg/s320/P3150014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179097982576869330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uses of left-overs spm sticky notes... to decorate mei's study wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei.. i'll miss you! Call or text whenever you have time okay. Remember that He's always there for you. In everything that you do, put Him first and He'll be sure to honour you. He sends you there for a purpose, discover it! Perhaps to teach you, to make you stronger, to make you grow before using you for His kingdom's purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Trust in the lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding in all your ways, acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5-6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_cg9RvwBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CPlU4DCKYDo/s1600-h/IMG_5749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_cg9RvwBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CPlU4DCKYDo/s320/IMG_5749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179100555262279698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 notty ones~joyce, liz, me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce tang. I would say i knew her through jesus :) A good friend i'm glad introduced to. She's always one who would sing anywhere anytime. Always the cheerful and happy one... no matter what comes her way. The next round when we go out.. everything will not be the same anymore until 3 months later :(  Yesterday had a farewell for our dear friend at jalan ipoh... went for dimsum at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_cgtRvv_I/AAAAAAAAAek/oD5Jj5GNy-M/s1600-h/IMG_5739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_cgtRvv_I/AAAAAAAAAek/oD5Jj5GNy-M/s320/IMG_5739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179100550967312370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of the table~lavinia, hseinny, eeyan, me, joyce( blocked by william's head) and william&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_cg9RvwAI/AAAAAAAAAes/HRn3dn5dJ2g/s1600-h/IMG_5741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_cg9RvwAI/AAAAAAAAAes/HRn3dn5dJ2g/s320/IMG_5741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179100555262279682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end~Liz, joel, matthew and haiyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9dRvwGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JSV3qUZQy4E/s1600-h/IMG_5774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9dRvwGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JSV3qUZQy4E/s320/IMG_5774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101044888551522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-form5 cg members.. don't ask where the guys are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9NRvwFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7feLOscIIIU/s1600-h/IMG_5770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9NRvwFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7feLOscIIIU/s320/IMG_5770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101040593584210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavinia, musical joyce and our dear leader :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c89RvwEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xDuJnAZe2KQ/s1600-h/IMG_5768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c89RvwEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xDuJnAZe2KQ/s320/IMG_5768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101036298616898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive clicks on camera's after makan-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9dRvwHI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oJ_2pJYm9Gc/s1600-h/IMG_5781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9dRvwHI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oJ_2pJYm9Gc/s320/IMG_5781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101044888551538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for the two who knew each other for their whole lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_chNRvwCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ty3IkVDVnSU/s1600-h/IMG_5750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_chNRvwCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ty3IkVDVnSU/s320/IMG_5750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179100559557247010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene of ahpak and ahpoh 'san chou lau lau' go eat dimsum then yamcha and khengkai :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9tRvwII/AAAAAAAAAfs/whh-66aXB1M/s1600-h/IMG_5783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_c9tRvwII/AAAAAAAAAfs/whh-66aXB1M/s320/IMG_5783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101049183518850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last engraved memoir before we part with 'ji club' as background and joel's sesat head.... (those who sat in haiyen's car would understand the ji club thing :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce... i'll definitely miss you even more! Every sunday everything would still be as it is but only one thing has changed. You're not there with liz and me. Take care okay.. i'll always uphold you in prayer. For every single thing holds a purpose..plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Take heart and be encourage behold whatever hardship you face there, the Lord knows. Use this opportunity to draw closer to Him and to depend on him fully. You'll experience and realise many things that you've failed to see before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me, O Lord; your rod and your staff, the comfort me." Psalms 23:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_chdRvwDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/81nxUXNWi-M/s1600-h/IMG_5767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9_chdRvwDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/81nxUXNWi-M/s320/IMG_5767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179100563852214322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll be missing mei and joyce... love you both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6172666466463715384?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6172666466463715384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6172666466463715384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6172666466463715384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6172666466463715384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/near-at-heart.html' title='Near at heart...'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R967mdRvv7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/OEzo-9wfoAM/s72-c/DSC03728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-4968274013107981242</id><published>2008-02-10T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:11:38.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last lunch....</title><content type='html'>Sigh.... it's time to go. These few days passed much too quickly for me to enjoy. It felt like Chinese New Year has just the begun. But here am i busy packing up all my things and heading back for 'Khidmat Negara' again. But i guess with all the activities lined up, one month's time would soon be over.... Anyway here's something that might make your mouth watery... if you drool on your keyboard, don't blame me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a proper reunion 'makan' with the closest relatives and a family friend from korea. Ah, he's consider part of our family... i've known him like forever! And so we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6QtRvvoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Fm7nnrUOJh8/s1600-h/P2100230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6QtRvvoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Fm7nnrUOJh8/s320/P2100230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177233305345441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken with ginger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6RtRvvpI/AAAAAAAAAbw/U6NOzagLDaw/s1600-h/P2100231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6RtRvvpI/AAAAAAAAAbw/U6NOzagLDaw/s320/P2100231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177233322525310610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn fritters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6SdRvvrI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7aqva9MBgV4/s1600-h/P2100233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6SdRvvrI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7aqva9MBgV4/s320/P2100233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177233335410212530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixes vegetables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6StRvvsI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ttdv_k2a5o8/s1600-h/P2100234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6StRvvsI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ttdv_k2a5o8/s320/P2100234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177233339705179842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamed prawn with egg white... my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6RtRvvqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ck_plzQhfog/s1600-h/P2100232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6RtRvvqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ck_plzQhfog/s320/P2100232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177233322525310626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishballs, sea anemone and  'i dunno what' in soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as it may be, but i really appreciate what's served on the table. Perhaps it's the laugher and fellowship that we share that makes this moment precious. Something no money can measure. Besides it's the sincerity and the love of our dear cook for each one of us that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-I9RvvtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hQU7wDlrwlI/s1600-h/P2100235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-I9RvvtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hQU7wDlrwlI/s320/P2100235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177237570247966418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a bit unfair one woh.. lil' girl have her own 'drumstick' &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-JtRvvvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WJLVsokZdGE/s1600-h/P2100237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-JtRvvvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WJLVsokZdGE/s320/P2100237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177237583132868338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobble them up quite fast eh.. not a single strand of meant left, only bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-JdRvvuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/becRMZskMhM/s1600-h/P2100236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-JdRvvuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/becRMZskMhM/s320/P2100236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177237578837901026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the poor doggie is left with non... and complains to mummy... hehe&lt;br /&gt;(chicky bone not good for doggie.. so we feed them d' meat. Well, not always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-KNRvvwI/AAAAAAAAAco/aCNAA1mVrsg/s1600-h/P2100238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-KNRvvwI/AAAAAAAAAco/aCNAA1mVrsg/s320/P2100238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177237591722802946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely something not to be missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-KdRvvxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jersgKCx1jY/s1600-h/P2100239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k-KdRvvxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jersgKCx1jY/s320/P2100239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177237596017770258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEE SANG....! We self-added shreaded carrot, turnip, abalone and pamelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAbdRvvyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/7ZQOlBeLWlY/s1600-h/P2100240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAbdRvvyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/7ZQOlBeLWlY/s320/P2100240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240087098801954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sauce pouring ceremony by grandma :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAcdRvvzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dJH3w37movU/s1600-h/P2100241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAcdRvvzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dJH3w37movU/s320/P2100241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240104278671154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss.....................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAdNRvv0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/J7FiNnKqp-E/s1600-h/P2100242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAdNRvv0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/J7FiNnKqp-E/s320/P2100242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240117163573058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher, higher, higher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAdtRvv1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/F8PJT2UBKEw/s1600-h/P2100243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lAdtRvv1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/F8PJT2UBKEw/s320/P2100243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240125753507666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be the year of the Lord.....! Prosperity, happiness, peace, health, studies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lB2NRvv3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/UNsuHRbMn8w/s1600-h/P2100245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lB2NRvv3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/UNsuHRbMn8w/s320/P2100245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177241646171930482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left- uncle yoo, aunt Bessie, huiqing, grandma, mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lB2dRvv4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/g8Ymee817Ts/s1600-h/P2100246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lB2dRvv4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/g8Ymee817Ts/s320/P2100246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177241650466897794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side.... uncle KC, suefinn, aunt selina, uncle chan and somehow.. uncle yoo again (yeap, he's from korea... a photographer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lB2tRvv5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/e8EXkoWTYF8/s1600-h/P2100247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lB2tRvv5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/e8EXkoWTYF8/s320/P2100247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177241654761865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lRV9Rvv6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/qEae9fhejiQ/s1600-h/P3120441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9lRV9Rvv6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/qEae9fhejiQ/s320/P3120441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177258684307193762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouvo: May i have the remainings please please please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-4968274013107981242?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4968274013107981242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=4968274013107981242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4968274013107981242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4968274013107981242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-lunch.html' title='The last lunch....'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R9k6QtRvvoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Fm7nnrUOJh8/s72-c/P2100230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5721305337056576551</id><published>2008-02-09T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:57:04.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恭喜发财!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRISRrgQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/6d3brHvyZao/s1600-h/P2090231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRISRrgQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/6d3brHvyZao/s320/P2090231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164662444218089730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who drop-by for blog visitation.... Blessed tikus new year!! Well, for some CNY there's a lot of 'pai nin' to do. But not for me here. One thing is cause one of my relatives passed away last year so they are not celebrating :( This year it's all down to eat, eating and eated! Sigh... maklum lah 1 solid month all 'halal' food.... hehe come back then tak-halal already. Then, since i'm away for NS i thought i would've miss all the fun baking cookies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look look... what i did on 'chor yi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRJCRrgTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Cln1OH0tyEo/s1600-h/P2080224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRJCRrgTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Cln1OH0tyEo/s320/P2080224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164662457102991666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite 'kuih bunga'!!! Yiiiipeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRIyRrgSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HpCGxO2_xZk/s1600-h/P2080221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRIyRrgSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HpCGxO2_xZk/s320/P2080221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164662452808024354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.. mostly my grandmother did the hard job la. Preparing the flour, mixing and all those. I only helped scoop them and shape them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRJSRrgUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/G8TFG5YOvWE/s1600-h/P2080225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRJSRrgUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/G8TFG5YOvWE/s320/P2080225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164662461397958978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee... my aunt being all excited when my grandma finally allow her to do the honours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yXXCRrgVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nQwMWkFt_4Y/s1600-h/P2080227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yXXCRrgVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nQwMWkFt_4Y/s320/P2080227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164669294690926930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGA KU!!!! Can really gobble up the whole thing in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRIiRrgRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/AuJrhrZlREQ/s1600-h/P2080228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRIiRrgRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/AuJrhrZlREQ/s320/P2080228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164662448513057042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this a lot... although it's very unhealthy but... don't understand why pack them like this... what's the point of wasting more plastics??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5721305337056576551?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5721305337056576551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5721305337056576551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5721305337056576551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5721305337056576551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='恭喜发财!!!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yRISRrgQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/6d3brHvyZao/s72-c/P2090231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-8355915479671989209</id><published>2008-02-07T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:54:08.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khidmat negara'/><title type='text'>Glimpse of NS open day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yckiRrgXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BnkqDvJjal0/s1600-h/P1190235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yckiRrgXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BnkqDvJjal0/s320/P1190235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675024177299826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let you have some sneak peak lah. These pieces of 'memory' is captured during "Hari Terbuka Kem' for the whole Malaysia which falls on the 19th of January. Loads of families came especially those from selangor. We had a lot of fun preparing for this glorious event and really put in a lot of effort in entertaining our parents with cultural dances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ycliRrgbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UPyDDeyEQFE/s1600-h/P1190241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ycliRrgbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UPyDDeyEQFE/s320/P1190241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675041357169074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with lion dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc8yRrgeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kD3QNwO_wSw/s1600-h/P1190250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc8yRrgeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kD3QNwO_wSw/s320/P1190250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675440789127650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion taking oranges from the 'lion tamer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc8iRrgdI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P1fcvvwkVAo/s1600-h/P1190246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc8iRrgdI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P1fcvvwkVAo/s320/P1190246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675436494160338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days of practice.. they are considered 'geng' ady lohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ymGyRrgoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/l9d0lm_RXHQ/s1600-h/P1190242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ymGyRrgoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/l9d0lm_RXHQ/s320/P1190242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164685508192469634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'musicians'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yckyRrgYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uG4OZFKp0Dk/s1600-h/P1190231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yckyRrgYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uG4OZFKp0Dk/s320/P1190231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675028472267138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion dance team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yclCRrgZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5Uu_exvv-E0/s1600-h/P1190232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yclCRrgZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5Uu_exvv-E0/s320/P1190232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675032767234450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei hann(shah alam) and ai sing(sarawak) with the lion head :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yclCRrgaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xWkb6ZLShmM/s1600-h/P1190239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yclCRrgaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xWkb6ZLShmM/s320/P1190239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675032767234466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarian kipas...... they call 'san zhi wu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc9CRrgfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/N0iRBCNzuyY/s1600-h/P1190258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc9CRrgfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/N0iRBCNzuyY/s320/P1190258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675445084094962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarian india...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydRiRrgkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dstaT0l0CZo/s1600-h/P1190275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydRiRrgkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dstaT0l0CZo/s320/P1190275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675797271413314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumazau dance!!.... from sarawak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydRyRrglI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ccyZtZMWVs4/s1600-h/P1190277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydRyRrglI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ccyZtZMWVs4/s320/P1190277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675801566380626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They share their culture and we glad fully learn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc9CRrggI/AAAAAAAAAag/DVMjF6pt_Lw/s1600-h/P1190263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yc9CRrggI/AAAAAAAAAag/DVMjF6pt_Lw/s320/P1190263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675445084094978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'komanden kem' invited to dance along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydRiRrgjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sdqHBpQ5dMw/s1600-h/P1190272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydRiRrgjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sdqHBpQ5dMw/s320/P1190272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675797271413298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikir barat... bimbingan our beloved KJ misai! (kj means ketua jurulatih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydQSRrghI/AAAAAAAAAao/ElPiTcRY2bM/s1600-h/P1190268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydQSRrghI/AAAAAAAAAao/ElPiTcRY2bM/s320/P1190268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675775796576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up coming... bangala dance which they dragged KJ to join....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydQyRrgiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NUbQsHA7dQA/s1600-h/P1190269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydQyRrgiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NUbQsHA7dQA/s320/P1190269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675784386511394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and also cikgu Hanif who almost all girls going crazy about him because of his looks... (known as the most leng chai and yeng teacher in the camp and he's akhem.. quite young and and and... still single and available!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6nosyRrgMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GWw1Dw8V638/s1600-h/P1190237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6nosyRrgMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GWw1Dw8V638/s320/P1190237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163914303864799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tents put up for display.... i think we're going to sleep in these during 'wirajaya'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6notCRrgOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TTnYkwqxFXA/s1600-h/P1190234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6notCRrgOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TTnYkwqxFXA/s320/P1190234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163914308159766754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our class... where every morning after breakfast we will proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydsyRrgmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BjoDT8t6ScE/s1600-h/P1230282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6ydsyRrgmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BjoDT8t6ScE/s320/P1230282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164676265422848610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i'm glad about. They provide lockers....! Forgive my messy-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're questioning.... KKB is a model camp thus it's very very clean and beautiful. Much better than what i had in mind before reaching there. The teachers are really really nice creatures and they don't eat 'pelatih' unless you're not obedient and break rules. Going there also challenged my chinese....! I don't know la maybe it's just my camp but every chinese speaks chinese there!! Besides the food there sucks it's really enjoyable. Although every single day can really drain all your strength but all the experience's worth! Questioning about M-16?? That's yet to come la... perhaps after CNY. Then when i come back the next round there's definitely a lot to type in here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-8355915479671989209?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8355915479671989209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=8355915479671989209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8355915479671989209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/8355915479671989209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/glimpse-of-ns-open-day.html' title='Glimpse of NS open day...'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R6yckiRrgXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BnkqDvJjal0/s72-c/P1190235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-4959520786830536081</id><published>2007-12-29T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:53:07.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khidmat negara'/><title type='text'>Program Latihan Khidmat Negara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3Ul3GfGHGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DFCzw0ndbiA/s1600-h/PLKN.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3Ul3GfGHGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DFCzw0ndbiA/s320/PLKN.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149063377532099682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'll be off for NS then.... Go there must be "patriotic" for 3 months.. hehe.. And dear blog, i have no choice but to abandon you for a while :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely gonna miss unggarians, liz, joycee, and the entire youth force.. miss church.. my bed.. piano.. guitar.. (the list goes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Pictures shall be up when i come back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-4959520786830536081?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4959520786830536081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=4959520786830536081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4959520786830536081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4959520786830536081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/program-latihan-khidmat-negara.html' title='Program Latihan Khidmat Negara'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3Ul3GfGHGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DFCzw0ndbiA/s72-c/PLKN.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6840013324390696585</id><published>2007-12-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:56:13.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jie!!</title><content type='html'>A birthday dedication to my dear sister... she's a special child and i guess that's what makes us learn a lot about patience and how to care for other and put other's needs first. I believe she's a gift from God and not a burden for He knows how much each individual could bear on our shoulders... and i know God let this happen so that we may mature and grow, learn the ways of life and in the process mold us to be more Christ-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SbaGfGGqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vlSmyuhYt4U/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SbaGfGGqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vlSmyuhYt4U/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148911146711259810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in a click of time she's already 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SbaGfGGpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UXFG5pgjn30/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SbaGfGGpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UXFG5pgjn30/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148911146711259794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may you continue to watch over my sister.... and bless her abundantly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6840013324390696585?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6840013324390696585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6840013324390696585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6840013324390696585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6840013324390696585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-jie.html' title='Happy Birthday Jie!!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SbaGfGGqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vlSmyuhYt4U/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-7687788274506613296</id><published>2007-12-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:15:16.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the season to be jolly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtGfGGbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GnLgsgzFCFE/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtGfGGbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GnLgsgzFCFE/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148908174593890738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hang the lights,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to trim the trees,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to decorate the house with red and green!&lt;br /&gt;Come on Christmas time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting just to see&lt;br /&gt;My presents stacked up under the tree waiting for me!&lt;br /&gt;                                              (Christmas is Forever&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SaKGfGGmI/AAAAAAAAATo/yl4pZCbmCxQ/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SaKGfGGmI/AAAAAAAAATo/yl4pZCbmCxQ/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148909772321725026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the presents stacking under the tree waiting for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZgWfGGhI/AAAAAAAAATA/-j3SKbyGz4Y/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZgWfGGhI/AAAAAAAAATA/-j3SKbyGz4Y/s320/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148909055062186514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!!!! A wish came true!! The game of life.... THANK YOU aunty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtWfGGeI/AAAAAAAAASo/3YojqJvyy0g/s1600-h/game+of+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtWfGGeI/AAAAAAAAASo/3YojqJvyy0g/s320/game+of+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148908178888858082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssstt...! Sneak peak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtmfGGfI/AAAAAAAAASw/pt7duys6X7U/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtmfGGfI/AAAAAAAAASw/pt7duys6X7U/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148908183183825394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badak bedroom selipars from mei earn!!! Badak is so cute don't you think so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZg2fGGkI/AAAAAAAAATY/z91VhaEbLiw/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZg2fGGkI/AAAAAAAAATY/z91VhaEbLiw/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148909063652121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug-able soft soft Christmas pillow from wendy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtWfGGcI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZNC_cn0ebh0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtWfGGcI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZNC_cn0ebh0/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148908178888858050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little solar monkey for my lovely 'car' from melissa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZgWfGGgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OLrjIhPRcOk/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZgWfGGgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OLrjIhPRcOk/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148909055062186498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'j' necklace from my most loved grandmother... and crotchet necklace from myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZgmfGGiI/AAAAAAAAATI/ydsgGrJjKVM/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SZgmfGGiI/AAAAAAAAATI/ydsgGrJjKVM/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148909059357153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint candy canes on the 'cherry pine' tree! You may pluck one down and eat them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtWfGGdI/AAAAAAAAASg/f3YvNFK5kSM/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtWfGGdI/AAAAAAAAASg/f3YvNFK5kSM/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148908178888858066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My naughty monster and ghostly dog's christmas treat! They'll love them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SammfGGoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mSvGYWwkGu0/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SammfGGoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mSvGYWwkGu0/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148910261947996802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a 'cat' for a little girl (Her mum hated genuine cats... hahaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SacGfGGnI/AAAAAAAAATw/p-GqOTq266s/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SacGfGGnI/AAAAAAAAATw/p-GqOTq266s/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148910081559370354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3En42fGGNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yvVpeW8nFTY/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3En42fGGNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yvVpeW8nFTY/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147939706713282770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-7687788274506613296?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7687788274506613296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=7687788274506613296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7687788274506613296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7687788274506613296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly_26.html' title='Tis&apos; the season to be jolly...'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SYtGfGGbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GnLgsgzFCFE/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-3052191322938544711</id><published>2007-12-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:12:09.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 5 CG Port Dickson trip</title><content type='html'>Such a disbelieve to see time pass this fast. And we've all went through our major major exams! Yet again, now standing at cross roads making decision that would determine the future.... Nah, we'll leave that for later. Now let us enjoy and fellowship with all Form five-ian and leaders leaders sekalian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Port Dickson. Yeah, it's common but it's the cheapest but it's the fun and laughter that counts right?? The happening event was at 14-15 dec 2007. And we did have a great time together although there's a bit of unfortunate event that happened even before we started out journey. Praise be to our Lord that the rest went smoothly and granting us safe journey mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wqGfGFrI/AAAAAAAAALg/TRMhjAohqqk/s1600-h/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wqGfGFrI/AAAAAAAAALg/TRMhjAohqqk/s320/IMG_2704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147597505193973426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Bun for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_ygmfGF2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jxWwjA7Ncxg/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_ygmfGF2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jxWwjA7Ncxg/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147599541008471906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... no wonder la so big. There's curry chicken in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SgqWfGGtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/V084uK32YDo/s1600-h/IMG_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SgqWfGGtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/V084uK32YDo/s320/IMG_2644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148916923442272978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our 'villa'!!! (for a day) Actually not much of a villa lah.. just some corner double story lot. Don't know why they advertise it as 'villa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wqmfGFtI/AAAAAAAAALw/YHtX_cPeejE/s1600-h/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wqmfGFtI/AAAAAAAAALw/YHtX_cPeejE/s320/IMG_2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147597513783908050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bullies who lost in the game and kena denda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wqmfGFuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/j4Z4AhNYOjQ/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wqmfGFuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/j4Z4AhNYOjQ/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147597513783908066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain stopped we zoomed to the beach... haiyen tak sabar already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wq2fGFvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AMChVJWryLA/s1600-h/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_wq2fGFvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AMChVJWryLA/s320/IMG_2740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147597518078875378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz, me, hseinny, joyce, janice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_15WfGGKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8XDhH0ka238/s1600-h/IMG_2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_15WfGGKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8XDhH0ka238/s320/IMG_2757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147603264745117858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played beach volleyball.. eh no! It's sea volleyball....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the game designed by the 'fun planners'. "The plastic water attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_xBWfGFyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dUqyZM1QIGw/s1600-h/IMG_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_xBWfGFyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dUqyZM1QIGw/s320/IMG_2779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147597904625932066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you 'gus' see who wins the round.... And when victory is your group can have a throw at the opposite group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_xBmfGFzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y0y4_HrAsLs/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_xBmfGFzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y0y4_HrAsLs/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147597908920899378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that ah... must discuss one :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zLWfGF3I/AAAAAAAAANA/2ZJ6YoHkfVk/s1600-h/IMG_2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zLWfGF3I/AAAAAAAAANA/2ZJ6YoHkfVk/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600275447879538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better watch out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zLmfGF4I/AAAAAAAAANI/9pTs5sxMb94/s1600-h/IMG_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zLmfGF4I/AAAAAAAAANI/9pTs5sxMb94/s320/IMG_2795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600279742846850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the last attack was the poor 'fun planner'. 'Cause we're all wet but she's still dry... hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zLmfGF5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uM3p7Ei7Zsk/s1600-h/IMG_2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zLmfGF5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uM3p7Ei7Zsk/s320/IMG_2815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600279742846866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the banana boaty too!! With 8 of us on it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zL2fGF6I/AAAAAAAAANY/cbwYm6y1jtM/s1600-h/IMG_2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zL2fGF6I/AAAAAAAAANY/cbwYm6y1jtM/s320/IMG_2820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600284037814178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we boaty they soaky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zL2fGF7I/AAAAAAAAANg/cIFjoGO7tQw/s1600-h/IMG_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zL2fGF7I/AAAAAAAAANg/cIFjoGO7tQw/s320/IMG_2824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600284037814194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without warning the guy 'terbalikkan' us... oh look, there's only 4! Where's the other 4?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zxmfGF8I/AAAAAAAAANo/kbIw_R-i9LQ/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zxmfGF8I/AAAAAAAAANo/kbIw_R-i9LQ/s320/IMG_2837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600932577875906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up coming event, the sand-lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zxmfGF9I/AAAAAAAAANw/odZ8Uhs2fFs/s1600-h/IMG_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zxmfGF9I/AAAAAAAAANw/odZ8Uhs2fFs/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600932577875922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the supporting team and builders of the sand-lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zxmfGF-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/g-SN6Ls7mbw/s1600-h/IMG_2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zxmfGF-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/g-SN6Ls7mbw/s320/IMG_2844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600932577875938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sunset by then... and we decided to keep this piece of memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zx2fGF_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/KHrXppoux-U/s1600-h/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_zx2fGF_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/KHrXppoux-U/s320/IMG_2845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147600936872843250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo.... like we would ever make it out who is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the delicious steamboat fellowship.... the worship and sharing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SgqGfGGrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/E-4wur4eooE/s1600-h/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SgqGfGGrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/E-4wur4eooE/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148916919147305650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss supervisor pouring in chicken soup... hehe... ie means we can dig in soon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SgqWfGGsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ovIb_z9uk9g/s1600-h/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3SgqWfGGsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ovIb_z9uk9g/s320/IMG_2569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148916923442272962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the food on the table!!! Yum... meatballs...  i can still remember everyone fighting for that round thing... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0I2fGGBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z76eNbD-8sI/s1600-h/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0I2fGGBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z76eNbD-8sI/s320/IMG_2881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601332009834514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship with joshua the guitarist and the blurr and confused psalmist bryan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JGfGGCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h2n1S8toX_I/s1600-h/IMG_2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JGfGGCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h2n1S8toX_I/s320/IMG_2885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601336304801826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing session with elizabeth with the topic-spend more time with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone after that retired to respective rooms and started chatting until we all dozed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JGfGGDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cVB7_tPpPPo/s1600-h/IMG_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JGfGGDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cVB7_tPpPPo/s320/IMG_2898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601336304801842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early bird breakfast cook.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JWfGGEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4d3N3Ncby98/s1600-h/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JWfGGEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4d3N3Ncby98/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601340599769154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking us yummy american breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JWfGGFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ssduikzAaVc/s1600-h/IMG_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0JWfGGFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ssduikzAaVc/s320/IMG_2911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601340599769170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's morning devotion with haiyen sharing... joyce! don't advertise pantene hair lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's then time to depart... without resisting temptations, we dropped by at bayu beach for a photo shot. Its white sandy beach is undenyingly tempting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0gmfGGGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zVd1WpjN-Lg/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0gmfGGGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zVd1WpjN-Lg/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601740031727714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Form 5 CG leaders.... (missing tommy and grace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0g2fGGJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3JhpruY1GBA/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0g2fGGJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3JhpruY1GBA/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601744326695058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snap with the girls..... (christine apparently decided she's not a girl at that moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0gmfGGHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HINXl6wPYEI/s1600-h/IMG_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0gmfGGHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HINXl6wPYEI/s320/IMG_2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601740031727730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few snap snap with the entire CG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0g2fGGII/AAAAAAAAAPI/XIDPgtww5hk/s1600-h/IMG_2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R2_0g2fGGII/AAAAAAAAAPI/XIDPgtww5hk/s320/IMG_2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147601744326695042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selipars show-offs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Appreciation wall~&lt;br /&gt;A big BIG &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU &lt;/span&gt; to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::.  Jesus christ for the endless protection, guidence and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;.::.  Our dear drivers- William, Haiyen and Michael&lt;br /&gt;.::.  Cookery cooks- Michael (the fryer), Haiyen and janice (the breakfast and dinner),  Bryan (the bread toaster)&lt;br /&gt;.::.  Miss supervisor- Haiyen that booked the 'villa' and buys delicious steamboat stuffs (especially meatballs!! YUM)&lt;br /&gt;.::.  The coordinator- Janice&lt;br /&gt;.::.  Fun planners-  Christine,  Jennifer, Amanda, Waihung,  Bryan&lt;br /&gt;.::.  Devotion and sharing- Elizabeth, joyce&lt;br /&gt;.::.  My generous mum- who agreed on 'pinjam-ing' the car last minute&lt;br /&gt;.::.  The guitarist - joshua for the worship times&lt;br /&gt;.::. An inconvenient banker- Hsien-fei&lt;br /&gt;.::.  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There's none of that... The only thing in here is the cast(dancers, actors and actresses, crews) and the different charis citizens who spent endless efforts, sweats and energy to make this musical a success!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The memory wall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UYQGfGHCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RFstdHtJjE0/s1600-h/n669885153_1894202_93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UYQGfGHCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RFstdHtJjE0/s320/n669885153_1894202_93.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149048413866040354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance team of 'christmas is forever' choreograph by june soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJmfGG3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/bZBSAxMgMFM/s1600-h/IMG_3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJmfGG3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/bZBSAxMgMFM/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046103173634930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance team of 'come on christmas!' choreograph by stephanie lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWaWfGG6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yAN0nyEJ3Zs/s1600-h/IMG_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWaWfGG6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yAN0nyEJ3Zs/s320/IMG_3208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046390936443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the flag bearers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJmfGG2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HrgRpsXRUwM/s1600-h/IMG_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJmfGG2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HrgRpsXRUwM/s320/IMG_3187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046103173634914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance team of 'It came upon the midnight clear' choreograph by Low kah hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWaGfGG4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/3rqWXJPX45Q/s1600-h/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWaGfGG4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/3rqWXJPX45Q/s320/IMG_3203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046386641476482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance team for 'finale' choreograph by cheryl ch'ng and jackie chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOIR-ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWI2fGGzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jiDVLPZ86ro/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWI2fGGzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jiDVLPZ86ro/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046090288732978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para-para soloist sekalian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJWfGG0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LYz9cH-qvTk/s1600-h/IMG_3177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJWfGG0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LYz9cH-qvTk/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046098878667586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir group of the sopranos, altos, tenors and bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV4GfGGyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2h6ndQag0Jw/s1600-h/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV4GfGGyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2h6ndQag0Jw/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045802525924130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWbGfGG8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Sjsv4hMcRHQ/s1600-h/IMG_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWbGfGG8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Sjsv4hMcRHQ/s320/IMG_3213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046403821345730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look..! It's Joseph, mary and baby jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWaWfGG5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/jjmucxUEdZw/s1600-h/IMG_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWaWfGG5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/jjmucxUEdZw/s320/IMG_3204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046390936443794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UXXWfGG9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/t5jmt4Zm4a8/s1600-h/IMG_3214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UXXWfGG9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/t5jmt4Zm4a8/s320/IMG_3214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149047438908464082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shephards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UXXWfGG-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4U2oW0i71Ko/s1600-h/IMG_3215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UXXWfGG-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4U2oW0i71Ko/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149047438908464098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWamfGG7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ki6waVyVpFs/s1600-h/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWamfGG7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ki6waVyVpFs/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046395231411122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel grabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UXXmfGHBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s6OEqcCxOcs/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UXXmfGHBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s6OEqcCxOcs/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149047443203431442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors and actresses group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV32fGGwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AmtNQmEw1Is/s1600-h/IMG_3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV32fGGwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AmtNQmEw1Is/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045798230956802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding in the shoppers and carollers.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV3mfGGuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BpUEYaJPvjQ/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV3mfGGuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BpUEYaJPvjQ/s320/IMG_3151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045793935989474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carollers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV3mfGGvI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2NC_s9Fabf8/s1600-h/IMG_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV3mfGGvI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2NC_s9Fabf8/s320/IMG_3152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045793935989490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV32fGGxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/kDA55hPxM1k/s1600-h/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UV32fGGxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/kDA55hPxM1k/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045798230956818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoppers with the mall backdrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UYQGfGHDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hAiNohc1Dak/s1600-h/n669885153_1894215_3568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UYQGfGHDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hAiNohc1Dak/s320/n669885153_1894215_3568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149048413866040370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'invisible people'...... These are all the back stage people who really worked hard to decorate the stage and hang everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJWfGG1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sFoYVV8xMJ0/s1600-h/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UWJWfGG1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sFoYVV8xMJ0/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149046098878667602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tecnician... help a lot with the lightings, videos and translators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UYQWfGHFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7qdJ06fbpac/s1600-h/n669885153_1896894_5125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UYQWfGHFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7qdJ06fbpac/s320/n669885153_1896894_5125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149048418161007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie and i cannot resist the camera :P We're actually roboh-ing the christmas tree... that's why it look so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truely a memorable event and so far the biggest production i've ever took part in. Although i did not manage to join those dancers or actors... but i'm glad that the crew took me in :) At least i can play a part in this musical... Giving back to God all the glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-4209741209840421556?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4209741209840421556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=4209741209840421556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4209741209840421556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/4209741209840421556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-forever-musical.html' title='Christmas Is Forever-the musical'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R3UYQGfGHCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RFstdHtJjE0/s72-c/n669885153_1894202_93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-5713686058677418182</id><published>2007-12-17T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:02:02.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troublesome Tags #1</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i'm doing tags i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;TAG 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:&lt;br /&gt;1. A Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;2. A new sonyerricson handphone... my nokia died!&lt;br /&gt;3. Plushes&lt;br /&gt;4. The gift of salvation for........ my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;5. Good results for SPM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS:&lt;br /&gt;Wendee the boyss magnet (currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER :&lt;br /&gt;1. Camhorror&lt;br /&gt;2. An ideal friend&lt;br /&gt;3. Big appetite&lt;br /&gt;4. Anton Ego-knows the best place for makan!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Human calculator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Spoiling me with soft hugg-able plushies for birthdays to christmas presants =) So that i can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Advises on how to throw away akhem?! I dunno, we tend to yak a lot when we get together.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:&lt;br /&gt;Kill myself 'cause i'm definately DON'T like girls... x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE:&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting for the same guy??.. hahaa... nolah perhaps a big big misunderstanding. We love each other too much to fight over boys =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THE QUIZ TO 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mei earn&lt;br /&gt;2. Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;3. Joyce&lt;br /&gt;4. Joel&lt;br /&gt;5. Wuchun (like he will ever come visit my blog)&lt;br /&gt;6. My little cousin&lt;br /&gt;7. Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;8. Mike&lt;br /&gt;9. Vinxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS NO. 7 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and i want to know..... But i definately want him! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS NO. 9 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;br /&gt;No one at the moment i guess... unless it's one of her superstarsss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.9 AND NO.1 ARE TOGETHER, WILL IT BE A GOOD THING?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.... i cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ABOUT NO. 1 AND NO. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Noooo... my lengchai!! Mei earn cannot rampas mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS NO. 3 STUDYING?&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards form 6 next year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CHATTED WITH NO. 6?&lt;br /&gt;About a moment ago before she went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO. 4 WORK?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... public relations i think... (don't kick me if i'm wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO. 8 HAS ANY COUSIN IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;If only i know him the better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. 2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. an elder sister and and elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW ABOUT NO.3?&lt;br /&gt;From church.. we're of the same age =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO.4?&lt;br /&gt;Also from church... because of worship practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DOES NO.1 LIVE AT?&lt;br /&gt;Bandar sungai long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO.2?&lt;br /&gt;From church again la.. don't you have any better question to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS NO.5 THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee... yes yes YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;It use to be akhem.. but now.. anyone random as long as someone whom i know lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;Of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on who are the people around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of compliments?? hehe.. i only take those i think applies to me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;I would rather do word search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness,would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;Might survive a few days i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;放羊的星星 Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... and kem bina semangat rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Batu seremban!!... Wohoo.. ungga, we're all batu seremban freaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If a person you really liked was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, i mean loving someone doesn't mean you have to own them right.. as long as he's&lt;br /&gt;happy... (whoa.. like copy from drama script)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?&lt;br /&gt;No no no.. i go for christian guys, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;br /&gt;Which and pursue what specifically??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Use three words to describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;notty, blurr, easily satisfied =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Rang wo ai ni-zhou yu min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;Sure lah!... either with Form 6 or music studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i would know how to operate the M-16 when i'm back from NS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you'll grab?&lt;br /&gt;Water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;At least 1 in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;br /&gt;Learn from the past, live the present and leave the future in God's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite children's book?&lt;br /&gt;Enid blyton and sri salma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Black? Dark brown? does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;166.5 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where is your dream house located?&lt;br /&gt;Definately by the seaside... where i could hear the waves every brand new day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;There is such place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;Think i prefer wasabi more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is a must but eating is a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;Dad.... or so they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;15-20 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Can you do the splits?&lt;br /&gt;use to when young... thanks to the splitting game.. but now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted, The secret ( i know la all like a bit out ady one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What did you do for New Year?&lt;br /&gt;Eat eat eat and eat... money, money, money and money.. but most importantly.. the&lt;br /&gt;fellowship =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;Can i say i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.How many hours of sleep do you get at night?&lt;br /&gt;8 or more on holidays and 5 or less on school days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;Teddies?? nolah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.... due to the fact that i'm unable to eat and concentrate at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;Duhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;shorts and baggy T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically, i don't know. Don't normally balik kampung. No one's there anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;br /&gt;Why count them... eat while you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you always read friendster bullettins?&lt;br /&gt;Never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;The funny i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;br /&gt;nahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to but i can't. My teeth doesn't allow me to bite =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Lastly, i TAG elizabeth, joel, joyce, vinxi and suefinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-5713686058677418182?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5713686058677418182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=5713686058677418182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5713686058677418182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/5713686058677418182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/troublesome-tags-but-i-still-do-it.html' title='Troublesome Tags #1'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-6062488323125950874</id><published>2007-12-07T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:57:52.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect Rarity</title><content type='html'>The issue on respect. Who doesn't want to be respect? Yes yes.. everyone does (including you I believe) These are my respect rarity cases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASE 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 teenagers once went to a 'high-class' buffet restaurant. They have already made reservations but still need to que up with others who made no reservations. This would of course arise curiosity. If the reserved need to que like those unreserved, then why must anyone make efforts calling them to reserve places?! So 3 went up the person in-charge. A guy whose english is very broken and has got serious pronounciation problem. But the guy did not even bother to set eyes on them and decided not to entertain. They thought maybe it's because the guy did not want others to think if the teenagers manage to go in by enquiry it might cause others to follow suite. A couple went up to him and... (yes, you've guessed) He did entertain them!! Now, what does it suppose to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He's not entertaining because they were young teenagers?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He thinks we do not need to be respected as customers?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He thinks 'kids' like us do not have money to pay for such luncheon?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CASE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A little girl needs to go to kindergarden. Since it's rainy these days, the teacher decides to cancel swimming class and called parents to pick their kids up. It was then they called a teenager's home and told her that swimming class is cancelled, come pick her up at ELEVEN o'clock. Starring at the clock hand pointed almost, she feels a bit irritated because she's watching an interesting movie. Nevertheless, she went out. But when she reached that far-away kinder to her amazement the principle told her "Owh, the class ends at 12....!" There's when she got pissed! They told her it was 11 not 12! Worse, non actually wanted to admit their mistake but instead push them to others and make me the one who heard it wrongly. The principle to assistant "owh.. my assistant must have made a mistake!" Then assistant says "You don't know the normal class time one meh?" MADER! You think i'm her keeper ah!!! Worse still, when they heard she was just some 17 year old teenager she was treated like a piece of rubbish coming to pick the little girl! They offered a word of sorry without sincerity. I thank you! You could have it back. I don't need that kind of apology!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the thing i don't get. Why must the world only respect those older ones? Doesn't mean you're older and you deserve much respect and those youngers are just pieces of rubbish! I would dare say that some younger ones are even more honourable and respectable than those in the outside world. How could you expect someone to respect you when you yourself don't learn to respect others first! Doesn't mean they are young and you look down upon them. I tell you that they are more capable than you adults are. Those workers in Q-dees (lensen branch) You don't earn my respect...! Sorry to say i would only respect those who first know how to respect themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing, is admitting your mistake and saying a word sorry that hard?! Their lack of sincerity made me really pissed off! "owh sorry ahh.." What was that suppose to mean!! It was you who said the time was ELEVEN and i doubled confirmed with you and you said YES!! How dare you say it was my own mistake and them treated me like a piece of rubbish just because i am a young kid... Yeahlah i know i'm 17, no experience, still a small kiddy, immature........ I am not so much of pissed with driving there a few times. What really makes me angry is the thoght if those 'adults' way of talking to me, the way they push responsibilities to each others ending up blaming me and an apology! But anyway, it's too late your apology will be rejected. And i shall assure that next time i won't send my kids there!!! Spoil my whole beautiful day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somebody, say something to this will you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-6062488323125950874?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6062488323125950874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=6062488323125950874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6062488323125950874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/6062488323125950874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/respect-rarity.html' title='Respect Rarity'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2424743925496669855</id><published>2007-12-04T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:56:58.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Days'/><title type='text'>It's F.R.E.E.D.O.M baby!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah oh yeah... Bide farewell to useless textbooks, ugly examination papers, 10kg reference books, &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;crazy exercise books, messy study table, sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q5Y50TO9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IFtp4lbEqno/s1600-R/PC030051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139796174736407506" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q5Y50TO9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oK50dEv7-q0/s320/PC030051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crumpled SPM slip = Peperiksaan awam Sijil Peperiksaan Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q5ZJ0TO-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/KfeZThgig5c/s1600-R/PC030049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139796179031374818" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q5ZJ0TO-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2DxRQc3t2ms/s320/PC030049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrible uniforms, ties and ribbons... hee i won't burn them.. donate to those who needed desperately needed them except the tie =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE EXTREME MAKE OVER!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7BZ0TO_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TO4kA1x2BtQ/s1600-R/PB090005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139797970032737266" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7BZ0TO_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/65IlTxY8HF8/s320/PB090005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Papers and books all over during SPM... not to mention the condition of the room was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7CJ0TPAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vnmxM8PdqCw/s1600-R/PB090004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139797982917639170" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7CJ0TPAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B3blKwXv7v4/s320/PB090004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merciless amount of books pilling up for revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7DJ0TPCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6QJ9rEQfFvM/s1600-R/PB280012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139798000097508386" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7DJ0TPCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Cih9nLLc5kM/s320/PB280012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone has earned freedom and the battle is still going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7DJ0TPDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-LWwMAKigH4/s1600-R/PB280013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139798000097508402" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q7DJ0TPDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WnPDV5uqhds/s320/PB280013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the study table was still as messy as ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q9Mp0TPFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0oLekX_06D4/s1600-R/PC030053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800362329521234" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q9Mp0TPFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uWwrvBXsymU/s320/PC030053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the final battle and books are back in their place again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q9Op0TPGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eH__B3JEpuY/s1600-R/PC040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800396689259618" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q9Op0TPGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2W7SpQFQRX0/s320/PC040056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not for long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q9PJ0TPHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9rsyPI_E8xQ/s1600-R/PC040059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800405279194226" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q9PJ0TPHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7fSzmCdhmnc/s320/PC040059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh.. life is beautiful again! Owh... the neatness won't last. In a few days it'll be messy again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSSST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1RAYZ0TPII/AAAAAAAAAKo/3KHMP6PEAKE/s1600-R/PC030042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139803862727867522" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1RAYZ0TPII/AAAAAAAAAKo/cDzHDi5nT4U/s320/PC030042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Pavillion after the last battle.. Definately a splendid work of architecture and gorgeous interior designing!! Floor 1 is heavenly....&lt;br /&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/2292188601741499449-2424743925496669855?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2424743925496669855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2424743925496669855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2424743925496669855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2424743925496669855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-freedom-baby.html' title='It&apos;s F.R.E.E.D.O.M baby!'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1Q5Y50TO9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oK50dEv7-q0/s72-c/PC030051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-7449046002851070911</id><published>2007-12-01T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:41:20.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whoa... everyone's on high-merdeka spirit but here am i still suffering. Nyah.. it's okay. Behold, just ONE more subject!! I know i know i should be away studying. But i just couldn't resist 'stamp-ing' up this little post...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;..:::.. A Birthday boy on the 30th November..:::..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC1eISsJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mtZ686r9n7c/s1600-R/PB300030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138680661218078866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC1eISsJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PD1vN41ktpU/s320/PB300030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilacious fruity-tuity cake with Lycee fillings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC1-ISsKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QMLH6dvvKr8/s1600-R/PB300032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138680669808013474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC1-ISsKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cP3IwwdsW4A/s320/PB300032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneak peak at what are we going to have for a mini party and *akhem* my pre-merdeka celebration... =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138680669808013490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC1-ISsLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/l2YFOyaG_zs/s320/PB300034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Happie family portrait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC2eISsMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kBqKLGWaj5M/s1600-R/PB300035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138680678397948098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC2eISsMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ykx_yiyapFk/s320/PB300035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday boy and his beloved wife..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BDhuISsOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ex3x5RjXx5I/s1600-R/PB300039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138681421427290338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BDhuISsOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cAUw-4kYOWs/s320/PB300039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mouth-watering??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BDh-ISsPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ObonJNVlIU0/s1600-R/PB300040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138681425722257650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BDh-ISsPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tsu4qro8m84/s320/PB300040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally have a liking for that small glass... Okay okay.. sadly it's not red wine. Just sparkling juice. But wait! Christmas is coming... heeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..:::.. Another birthday baby..:::..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE NG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the Lord bless those birthday boys and girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-7449046002851070911?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7449046002851070911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=7449046002851070911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7449046002851070911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7449046002851070911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-post.html' title='A Birthday Post'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/R1BC1eISsJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PD1vN41ktpU/s72-c/PB300030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-7420523820273560002</id><published>2007-11-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:10:17.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crabby story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was 4 Crabbie's brought from the market. At the little cottage, a lucky crabbie was picked out. What for? You're not only gonna cook and eat one are you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on for fate of the lucky selected crabbie......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjDYHQkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-DOnRVvp1m8/s1600-h/PB030001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128626410474652226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjDYHQkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-DOnRVvp1m8/s320/PB030001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The lucky crabbie... consider yourself blessed =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjjYHQlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ru7HaZlJOoo/s1600-h/PB030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128626419064586834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjjYHQlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ru7HaZlJOoo/s320/PB030002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the experiment of mr. Kouvo and ms. Banshee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjjYHQmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EbIHcTt5Tqs/s1600-h/PB030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128626419064586850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjjYHQmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EbIHcTt5Tqs/s320/PB030003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The crab i think a bit scared of him and semakin jalan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjjYHQnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p5aTQVEeAf4/s1600-h/PB030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128626419064586866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjjYHQnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p5aTQVEeAf4/s320/PB030004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But the monster would not leave him alone!! Although he's being cautious, curious and a bit takut of dear crabbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjzYHQoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3qaxlwUg82g/s1600-h/PB030005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128626423359554178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjzYHQoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3qaxlwUg82g/s320/PB030005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Why is this ugly black and white thing following me?! I want my friends!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyMXTYHQpI/AAAAAAAAAII/ScUSvK0IEss/s1600-h/PB030006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128628407634444946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyMXTYHQpI/AAAAAAAAAII/ScUSvK0IEss/s320/PB030006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nyah! They both cornered lucky crabbie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyMXTYHQqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dU0PVhtEJSY/s1600-h/PB030008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128628407634444962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyMXTYHQqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dU0PVhtEJSY/s320/PB030008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Do you really have to take Crabbie away??? I'm bored!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S. Crabbie's are still alive and well... Akhem, for now =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-7420523820273560002?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7420523820273560002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=7420523820273560002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7420523820273560002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/7420523820273560002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/11/crabby-story.html' title='The Crabby story'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RyyKjDYHQkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-DOnRVvp1m8/s72-c/PB030001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2179376168736804816</id><published>2007-10-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:56:58.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Days'/><title type='text'>Have I Told You Lately....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxdtV5dzgWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nxpTAjkZjHs/s1600-h/15-10-07_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Raya holidays, Roy's didn't open. So we've decided to have our discussion at Mel's house. Tempat yang teramat strategik, poolside. Lembu is finally vegetarian, officially a grass eater.. but happily 9 days only. So we cannot redeem our beloved pizza... and lunch, called 1300-13-1300. Which cause much trouble having to take details... and i'm order lady who pretended to be ms. melissa... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Curse the delivery guy! Told them to meet in guard house. Written in special instruction and he's a bit blind he can't see. We waited at the guard house and he blind again did not realise us there. Sneaked in and mr. guard shouted at him. Panicked, stop by and chatted with those indian guys. NOOO!!! Our sundae!! Curse curse curse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So they turn melty and... he forgot our fries!!! DENG! =_=" Called them again and complain puas puas. They gave us too much chilly and ketchup...so they become...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYU_ZdzgNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d-J3rqfi1-Y/s1600-h/DSC03305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122304705580728530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYU_ZdzgNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d-J3rqfi1-Y/s400/DSC03305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkers tokens..... with added elements.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's getting hotter and we migrated. Parents went out so we continued at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVAJdzgOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kZELEKH0AlQ/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122304718465630434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVAJdzgOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kZELEKH0AlQ/s400/DSC03307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to live in Condo's you'll know. Come on' make a wild guess....&lt;br /&gt;(Learning motion with cikgu wendy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We got so so bored and got no mood to study anymore...so lets' party!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVA5dzgPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UV2Rc102E8c/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122304731350532338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVA5dzgPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UV2Rc102E8c/s400/DSC03316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt model's showdown!! Wendy: JOANNA!! wrong pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVCJdzgQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F6EYBdCZ2eg/s1600-h/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122304752825368834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVCJdzgQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F6EYBdCZ2eg/s400/DSC03317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooo.... i sesat again... nooooo noooo nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVDJdzgRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LbZoG7S3tfc/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122304770005238034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYVDJdzgRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LbZoG7S3tfc/s400/DSC03327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG jeng!! Presenting butt models academy founder... ms. wendy!! *claps claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYW15dzgSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vwnDHH5vMwg/s1600-h/DSC03330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122306741395226914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYW15dzgSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vwnDHH5vMwg/s400/DSC03330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampun tuanku beribu-ribu ampun.... (Go away mei earn.. dun perasan king...) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxdtVZdzgVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cG4Ox_JNxAE/s1600-h/15-10-07_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122683315537805650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxdtVZdzgVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cG4Ox_JNxAE/s400/15-10-07_1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyeee YA!!! belasah belasah... act king some more lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYW3JdzgTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WjemrAXnqsg/s1600-h/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122306762870063410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYW3JdzgTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WjemrAXnqsg/s400/DSC03321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungga..... but wait! Where's mei?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxdtVZdzgUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i38S5Nx6JG4/s1600-h/15-10-07_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122683315537805634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxdtVZdzgUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i38S5Nx6JG4/s400/15-10-07_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh... here's one.. THE UNGGA's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2179376168736804816?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2179376168736804816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2179376168736804816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2179376168736804816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2179376168736804816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/10/fill-my-heart-with-sadness-take-away-my.html' title='Have I Told You Lately....'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RxYU_ZdzgNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d-J3rqfi1-Y/s72-c/DSC03305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-3949787254800378914</id><published>2007-10-12T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:39:20.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Snaped' again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay... i didn't wanna do this.. but wendy force me!!! My dog... (yes, that monster down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;there) decided to bite me maybe 'cause i had another dog's scent. He came in to the house and kept jumping on me... joanna being too tired and sleepy was pulling him off and there's where he......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90qpdzgFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zs0dK-YSKkY/s1600-h/PA110310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120439577377734738" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90qpdzgFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zs0dK-YSKkY/s400/PA110310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was yesterday's wound... after washing with dettol and everything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90q5dzgGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uFsCZ7CFxOE/s1600-h/PA120312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120439581672702050" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90q5dzgGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uFsCZ7CFxOE/s400/PA120312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, today wound... see wendy?? i told you it's better. Less red less bloody and it's beginning to heal... probably fast cause i really did sleep a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about sial-ness about this left hand of mine... first my old dog bite... which still has a scar on my finger.. then kena cut by the 'ice kacang' machine blade.... and now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90q5dzgHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1pFgtXlFn-Y/s1600-h/PA120314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120439581672702066" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90q5dzgHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1pFgtXlFn-Y/s400/PA120314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendy, i'm fine... i promise if this doesn't heal by monday.... i'll get a life and see the horrible doctor which will feed my 'beautiful finger' with needles... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90rpdzgJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Na46MiHot_U/s1600-h/PA120320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120439594557603986" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90rpdzgJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Na46MiHot_U/s400/PA120320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To show that i'm camwhor-ing infront of the comp... with wen's conversation behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw95RZdzgMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eLrIkwoaD7w/s1600-h/Wat_about_this__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120444641144176834" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw95RZdzgMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eLrIkwoaD7w/s400/Wat_about_this__.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you don't dare say he's cute.... he's not! See how sharp those teeth are??? Although i sedang melancarkan kempen duwan to 'choi' him.... but no matter what i'll still love him... He's adorable sometimes... well...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;s-o-m-e-t-i-m-e-s..&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/2292188601741499449-3949787254800378914?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3949787254800378914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=3949787254800378914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/3949787254800378914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/3949787254800378914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-bite-again.html' title='&apos;Snaped&apos; again'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rw90qpdzgFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zs0dK-YSKkY/s72-c/PA110310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2936849735034867641</id><published>2007-10-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:52:09.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry Your Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This would be something you'd dislike... But it's my blog so... (read the title again) You can read them, hate them, curse them or think throughly about them. Your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjptZdzf3I/AAAAAAAAACs/EDlySqzedLE/s1600-h/Cross+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118597942645849970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjptZdzf3I/AAAAAAAAACs/EDlySqzedLE/s400/Cross+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjptpdzf4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/3yrdygYpOoA/s1600-h/Cross+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118597946940817282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjptpdzf4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/3yrdygYpOoA/s400/Cross+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjptpdzf5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/y8RCHtBCfyA/s1600-h/cross+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118597946940817298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjrkJdzgAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qHvlq8U9B1o/s1600-h/cross+10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118599982755315714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjrkJdzgAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qHvlq8U9B1o/s400/cross+10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrjpdzf8I/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7DSS8X4BuE/s1600-h/cross+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118599974165381058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrjpdzf8I/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7DSS8X4BuE/s400/cross+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrjpdzf9I/AAAAAAAAADc/qOEzPOjvGGY/s1600-h/cross+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118599974165381074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrjpdzf9I/AAAAAAAAADc/qOEzPOjvGGY/s400/cross+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrj5dzf-I/AAAAAAAAADk/NYfetvTOXkA/s1600-h/Cross+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118599978460348386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrj5dzf-I/AAAAAAAAADk/NYfetvTOXkA/s400/Cross+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrj5dzf_I/AAAAAAAAADs/ISOXW7boOs8/s1600-h/cross+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118599978460348402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrj5dzf_I/AAAAAAAAADs/ISOXW7boOs8/s400/cross+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjtlpdzgBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_n05UpI3xzA/s1600-h/cross+11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118602207548375058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjtlpdzgBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_n05UpI3xzA/s400/cross+11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjtl5dzgCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vL67cpmqo60/s1600-h/cross+12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118602211843342370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjtl5dzgCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vL67cpmqo60/s400/cross+12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjtl5dzgDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-JXLCOKlt90/s1600-h/cross+13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118602211843342386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjtl5dzgDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-JXLCOKlt90/s400/cross+13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjtmJdzgEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0tcd0bBqq6I/s1600-h/cross+14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118602216138309698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjtmJdzgEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0tcd0bBqq6I/s400/cross+14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Whatever your cross, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;whatever your pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;there will always be sunshine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;after the rain ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Perhaps you may stumble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;perhaps even fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But God's always ready, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To answer your call ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He knows every heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sees every tear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A word from His lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can calm every fear ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Your sorrows may linger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;throughout the night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But suddenly vanish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;in dawn's early light ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Savior is waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somewhere above, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To give you His grace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and send you His love ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whatever your cross, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whatever your pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"God always sends rainbows .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after the rain ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rwjrj5dzf_I/AAAAAAAAADs/ISOXW7boOs8/s1600-h/cross+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get out difficulty one must usually pass through it. There is no shortcut. Avoiding would bring more grief to the heart and you'll tend to lack more. Always remember that God will never give you more than you can bear-so bear it willingly and rejoice when times of reward comes. =)&lt;br /&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/2292188601741499449-2936849735034867641?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2936849735034867641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2936849735034867641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2936849735034867641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2936849735034867641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/10/carry-your-cross.html' title='Carry Your Cross'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwjptZdzf3I/AAAAAAAAACs/EDlySqzedLE/s72-c/Cross+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2220551592071648496</id><published>2007-10-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:56:58.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Days'/><title type='text'>NIE Pizza Hut Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANTASTIC FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group members:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;mELISSA hSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;wENDY tAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;mEI eARN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sOOK mIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jOANNA lEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A campaign to promote "VISIT MALAYSIA 2007". Which we were given barely a month to complete everything. Which we came up with 3 posters. Main reason: saguhati prize REGULAR PIZZA for EAch member. Convincing lehh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPCX5dzfxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QPGOtleYGJc/s1600-h/Visit+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117147317441625874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPCX5dzfxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QPGOtleYGJc/s400/Visit+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBH5dzfsI/AAAAAAAAABU/c0Nu2HBZWnQ/s1600-h/P6250059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117145943052091074" style="CURSOR: hand" height="401" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBH5dzfsI/AAAAAAAAABU/c0Nu2HBZWnQ/s400/P6250059.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's a bit cacated. Combined 2 pictures together and i don't know how to make it look any better. Our biggest project! And was hand-picked =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPCXpdzfvI/AAAAAAAAABs/s_8dovFbLME/s1600-h/Visit+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117147313146658546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPCXpdzfvI/AAAAAAAAABs/s_8dovFbLME/s400/Visit+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here.. the perfect one! First campaign poster&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBHpdzfrI/AAAAAAAAABM/XqAKOQvz0NE/s1600-h/Flavours+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117145938757123762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBHpdzfrI/AAAAAAAAABM/XqAKOQvz0NE/s400/Flavours+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Flavours of malaysia-second campaign poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPAQ5dzfqI/AAAAAAAAABE/i7ZqT9TgISA/s1600-h/P6250051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPCX5dzfwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-9PvFjKMtHk/s1600-h/P6250051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117147317441625858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPCX5dzfwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-9PvFjKMtHk/s400/P6250051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World beyond ours-Third campaign poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBIJdzfuI/AAAAAAAAABk/g6GQQ4tAZEo/s1600-h/PA010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117145947347058402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBIJdzfuI/AAAAAAAAABk/g6GQQ4tAZEo/s400/PA010272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now now... look at this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBH5dzftI/AAAAAAAAABc/qNSTE5LWVAA/s1600-h/PA010274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117145943052091090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPBH5dzftI/AAAAAAAAABc/qNSTE5LWVAA/s400/PA010274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Free Pizza baby!! WOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes.. we didn't get in thru semi-finals... but it's worth =) Oh, ungga when shall we indulge??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2220551592071648496?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2220551592071648496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2220551592071648496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2220551592071648496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2220551592071648496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/10/nie-pizza-hut-contest.html' title='NIE Pizza Hut Contest'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/RwPCX5dzfxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QPGOtleYGJc/s72-c/Visit+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-1832878932794198413</id><published>2007-09-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:16:06.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile life reminder</title><content type='html'>Everything that happened this very day was so fine you'd think it was a perfect day. From the glorious food to the craziest laughters... Death would have never crossed your little mind. You were quite happy 'cause it's finally time to go home and the aroma of sweet smelling dinner awaits.... You came near a junction and many... many crowded there and you wonder what lies ahead. You know for sure it was an accident. The traffic police was there to direct the traffic as cars crawl slowly crossing the 'cross-junction'. Approaching nearer and nearer to the scene, you saw loads and loads of glass shatters, there were motorcycles around and cars align at the opposite road. You decided you've never witness such a tragedy before and without second thoughts poke your nose to the window and try to take a glimpse of the chaos happening out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you instantly regretted your own keen-ness to over look the scene. Your bare eyes saw this:&lt;br /&gt;A woman sitting by the curb crying and hugging a guys leg while the guy looked expressionless at the same time stern. Next, more people crowd over the other side of the road. Then, the most horrible of all things in an accident you did not prepare the faintless heart to see-A lifeless body! He was facing your direction and you saw it all... he was lying motionless by the side of the curb with blood covered all over his head and face... he still had his helmet on and wearing a florescent green jacket! You got a shock of your life! Your brain became blank for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he must have some vehicle collide onto him and he got thrown or something. Whoever causes this, are they just blind or it was plainly unavoided? Why did this have to happen? Why can't people be more careful on the road? Don't you people realise that life is priceless?  Accidents  happen just like that. How would he have known that he's life cannot last untill the end of age? How would he have known that right then and there he lost his life forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-1832878932794198413?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1832878932794198413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=1832878932794198413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1832878932794198413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/1832878932794198413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/09/fragile-life-reminder.html' title='Fragile life reminder'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292188601741499449.post-2543264521986701618</id><published>2007-09-28T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:56:58.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Days'/><title type='text'>Perhaps too old???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hehe.. visited the newly opened econsave not too long ago... It was superly clean and beautiful. For now, think it wouldn't last long =P Then guess what we brought??? (my cousin and i we're talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TADDA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rv0GJJdzfjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VvUaX-UWxzY/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rv0KHpdzflI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KHllJNLgYuE/s1600-h/Image00t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115255878268976722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rv0KHpdzflI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KHllJNLgYuE/s320/Image00t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know... it's child-ish.. but oh well, since we don't get to play these when we were young &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115252545374355010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rv0HFpdzfkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8su6EhdX6W0/s320/Image09++.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hehe.. yes.. you're right! They are our shotting targets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha... pure evil!! Just gotta live with our 'kebudak-budakan-ness'. But serious.. it's FUNnnn!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292188601741499449-2543264521986701618?l=joyousjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2543264521986701618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292188601741499449&amp;postID=2543264521986701618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2543264521986701618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292188601741499449/posts/default/2543264521986701618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyousjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/09/perhaps-too-old.html' title='Perhaps too old???'/><author><name>joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07076429581748399586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/TBcXAqSSvYI/AAAAAAAABiE/cdyHLl_6-Xk/S220/DSC02004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rnwk6p-n4I/Rv0KHpdzflI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KHllJNLgYuE/s72-c/Image00t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
