<?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-6202672914763888549</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:00:24.692+08:00</updated><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Joan With You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2986199331105623804</id><published>2009-12-19T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:28:33.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>teehehee.. still stalking me in this old blog? =D&lt;div&gt;PM me if u wanna know the new link. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2986199331105623804?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2986199331105623804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2986199331105623804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2986199331105623804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2025770048512415468</id><published>2009-12-15T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:04:15.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOO...</title><content type='html'>this is not happening..&lt;div&gt;this feeling is not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how would you feel when.. you cant even do a simple thing, like.. walking or sitting up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i tell u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like a retarded old woman who cant even walk properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats me i'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boohoohoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like an old woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is not happening. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2025770048512415468?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2025770048512415468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/noooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2025770048512415468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2025770048512415468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/noooo.html' title='NOOOO...'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2630736695070466652</id><published>2009-12-13T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:16:47.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>needa sort out some things..&lt;div&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly feel that i have so many things to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all of these are not related to studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been trying hard to study and make notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda tiring.. making notes.. in the middle of the night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the potato chips are so tempting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.. cafe world is addictive. omg i tell u its really addictive. HAHAH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wana cook cook cook so many dishes.. earn money and revamp the whole cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only i have that kinda money in real life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. i would rather spent it on other things than revamping the stupid cafe over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the only entertainment for me, for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like.. i dont even really watch tv..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday stucked in facebook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun wanna start to watch drama.. cos will get hooked and never stop watching until i concussed on my bed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to youtube but realised i duno wad to watch when i'm in the webby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea.. hooked with bad romance and i kept singing.. rah-rah-ah-ah, roma-roma-ma-ma, ga-ga-oh-la-la~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went shopping with dar and he bought his suit for coms ball..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha... now left with my... dress.. heels.. and that day gonna do my hair.. and erm.. make up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think.. hair.. i will look for Ice fron Hair profile.. she permed my hair! (: Gorgeous.. and erm.. make-up.. i think.. i'll do myself.. hahas.. dun wanna waste money. lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xmas is coming.. and i'm so excited with xmas gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.. just wanna make u happy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalalalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rah rah ra-ah-ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roma-roma-ma-ma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ga-ga-oh-la-la~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2630736695070466652?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2630736695070466652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/needa-sort-of-some-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2630736695070466652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-4242227241388258173</id><published>2009-12-10T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:33:12.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>and if i'm lost.. who's there to guide me..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4242227241388258173?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4242227241388258173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the noodles.. and still biting the chopsticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6202672914763888549-538510301604884175?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/538510301604884175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/chopstick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/538510301604884175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/538510301604884175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/chopstick.html' title='chopstick'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2181207516246570438</id><published>2009-12-09T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:50:00.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>Its a long day..&lt;div&gt;and I wonder why am I so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have school today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my first Advanced Linear Algebra Class..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so exciting.. hahaha.. because I love Matrices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this love is not wasted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh please.. I have to master this subject because advanced calculus is already killing me!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a good and excited girl today.. I managed to reach school early..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.. met Lloyd in school.. and Sophia and Desmond joined in.. we had lunch together in school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hohoho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom yum ban mian.. yum yum~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(random: eating vitamin B now.. haha..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced Linear Algabra (ALA) isnt that bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first lesson is erm.. really a refreshment of what I had learn last year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.. and I am getting to worried about whats going to come next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben wei and I are in the same class. haha.. hopefully we can Ace this subject!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class.. Met max and sk in the canteen. hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have lecture till 10pm. hohohoho.... i dun have! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when they left for class.. i left too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Popular to buy a folder for ALA notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then took 154 to clementi station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and boarded the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I sat down, (not yet comfortably..) I realised I forgot to take my folder. HAHA! It was on the station seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I alight at Dover and went back to Clementi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And found it lying (still) on the seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols.. there was a uncle staring at the folder, as if theres a bomb inside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.. i quickly sat down beside the folder, and grab it and erm.. hugged it tightly. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so.. another train was here.. this time it has more seats. yays! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after reaching tampines.. I walked all the way to the interchange, bought myself a cup of bubble tea.. and then was about to board the bus, I realised that I forgot to buy assessment books for my tuitee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i walked back to Tampines Mall.. and then to popular..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were so many people in there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all buying school textbooks.. and assessment books..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.. their basket was full of assessment books.. poor children..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found 3 good assessment books.. they're really good for practice and bla bla bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and proceed to payment. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were so many people.. that I have to queue for about 15 mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there were 2 announcement made, regarding lost child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so poor thing la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has.. nowadays parents are so kiasu.. want their children to do well.. buy so many assessment books don't know for what also. not as if they can finish all.. finish then buy again la. hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at books then forget about their own children.. then poor child crying looking for mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after buying.. i made my way back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired tired tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super tired. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven had dinner.. shall make myself instant noodles later.. hohoho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking to myself just now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if.. you dont like this person.. why are you still with that person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in.. still being friends, mixing around with them.. when u dislike him or her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then after that complain to your closer friends about how annoying or how idiotic that person is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not tired meh? must act like you are very nice and friendly to them.. while inside ur heart or head or stomach is thinking "wha lao eh.. can get a life or not.. so stupid one leh.. use brain leh.. dont waste my time la.. kaos..". hahahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;normally i just walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazy to talk to this kinda people.. as in.. people that i dont really like la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.. waste time leh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trust is a big word..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cannot be use on alot of people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone will have doubt about trusting people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahha.. dont say dont have hor.. u really trust all ur friends meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. if u really trust all ur friends.. then let them know all ur password lo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u trust them ma.. see if they will do funny things to u or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things like.. stealing ideas la.. business contacts la.. backstabbing la.. all these funny funny things are happening around me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;often think to myself... "why liddat..."..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREED. JEALOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.. i think so la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyah.. if u dont trust the person.. dont tell them so many things lo.. wait anything leak out or whatever.. then you regret. hahas.. no point also ma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make urself unhappy only. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahahaha.. Joan is talking to herself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.. noodles time! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6202672914763888549-2181207516246570438?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2181207516246570438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubbish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2181207516246570438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2181207516246570438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8197530603185478664</id><published>2009-12-08T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:27:15.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home and home away....</title><content type='html'>hahas.. as i've said..&lt;div&gt;december..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna stay away from everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just do what i wanna do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;study and study..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game theory.. i must understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;advance calculus.. i must know how to do, esp the tangent plane thingy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abstract math.. i must be able to finish the question FAST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;micro.. oh my.. just wanna absorb all fact.. must know how to draw all the graphs and know how to apply... and do all the calculations and from there draw graph..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and adv stats.. i kinda get it already. must go back and do again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced linear algebra class is starting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must know how to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must understand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no time is gonna be wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am I greedy? haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while im home away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my xmas cards are still at home.. i haven send them out yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xmas presents are still left undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would i be able to complete them in time...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need more time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6202672914763888549-8197530603185478664?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8197530603185478664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-and-home-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8197530603185478664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8197530603185478664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-and-home-away.html' title='home and home away....'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-3485912880582942885</id><published>2009-12-06T04:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:11:16.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bahahaha...</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel that.. life is a joke.&lt;div&gt;yea.. we can all face it seriously.. work and study so hard just to get a decent job with decent salary to impress that decent someone.. but in the end of the day.. we all go back to mother earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha.. how negative can i be? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently.. i tried to pull away.. and take a good look at the surroundings.. and realised that there are loadsa things that I had missed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. and this made me realised that there are MANY many different kinda people around me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not just saying about their characters.. but their motive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha.. how scary can it sound? okay, i phrase it properly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You got so many friends... got motive one..." haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what kinda motive.. that you shld go figure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont "silly silly" let people make use of you then you still dont know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes if ppl ask u to help.. must try to read his/ her mind.. see wad are they thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and see if they genuinely needs help..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if help can be given so easily, people will take you for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont see "help" as something that you SHLD do as a "fren". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because sometimes, or most of the time, people will not appreciate.. and sometimes will take things for granted, and will ask u to do this and that like as if you have to do it and it may seem like it is an order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one can give you "order". haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if u dont want, reject them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laalalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evil joan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-3485912880582942885?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3485912880582942885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/bahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3485912880582942885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3485912880582942885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/bahahaha.html' title='bahahaha...'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8077108480056007857</id><published>2009-12-05T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:10:47.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can sing this.. all day long~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-Roma-ma-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-Roma-ma-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your ugly&lt;br /&gt;I want your disease&lt;br /&gt;I want your everything&lt;br /&gt;As long as its free&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your drama&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I want you leather studded kiss in the scene&lt;br /&gt;And I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want a bad,your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;And I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;All your love is revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-Roma-ma-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your horror&lt;br /&gt;I want your design&lt;br /&gt;Cause youre a criminal&lt;br /&gt;As long as your mine&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your psycho&lt;br /&gt;Your vertical stick&lt;br /&gt;Want you in my room&lt;br /&gt;When your baby is sick&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want a bad,your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;And I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;All your love is revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-Roma-ma-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-Roma-ma-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Imma Freak bitch baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;And I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Same But In French)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;And I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving&lt;br /&gt;and all your love is revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-Roma-ma-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-8077108480056007857?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8077108480056007857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-sing-this-all-day-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8077108480056007857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8077108480056007857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-sing-this-all-day-long.html' title='i can sing this.. all day long~'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8137862421501832943</id><published>2009-12-05T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:11:52.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired hands..</title><content type='html'>hahas.. kinda tired after writing the cards.. &lt;div&gt;bahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a rest. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-8137862421501832943?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8137862421501832943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8137862421501832943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8137862421501832943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-hands.html' title='tired hands..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8803696749198561486</id><published>2009-12-04T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:49:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clear..</title><content type='html'>moving out soon..&lt;div&gt;so wanna do all the things i wanna do before xmas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent the whole evening making xmas cards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally.. the designs are done.. now left the content..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i can finish writing tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.. i think there are a total of 32 cards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling lonely inside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling moody outside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling blue everyside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was wondering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is it that whenever friends needed me, im there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when i needed someone... no one is there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wonder.. helping someone makes me happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why am i not feeling happy..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like as if everyone is making use of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey! stop exploiting me. HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6202672914763888549-8803696749198561486?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8803696749198561486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8803696749198561486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8803696749198561486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/clear.html' title='clear..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-7972141146976167257</id><published>2009-12-04T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:21:46.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home alone..</title><content type='html'>home alone.. or home alone?&lt;div&gt;nah.. with my niece and nephew and maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grr.. hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please dont come and disturb me while i meditate with my books and pens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHmmmm.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-7972141146976167257?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7972141146976167257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7972141146976167257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7972141146976167257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-alone.html' title='home alone..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-6457045357800887232</id><published>2009-12-04T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:17:11.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna..</title><content type='html'>i wanna get a camera. so i can resume my hobby i once had.. hahaha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna get a microphone.. so i can sing all i want at home.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss that kinda feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing on stage.. everyone's attention is on you.. and you try to deliver a message out to everyone through a song.. how nice can it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered i always perform on stage whenever there is a chance to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like in primary school.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think pri 4 or 5... I formed up with a group of girls.. we love spice girls..  u know.. they're the hottest at that time.. and I have long long long hair.. so i wanna be emma. hahahahas.. there is another who wants to be emma also. ahhh.. anyway.. we formed a group, and we performed "2 become 1" on teachers day. I was standing behind.. our dance sucks.. so thats y we didnt get in the audition. hahaha.... SERIOUSLY, i didnt know what the song means... until recently when i heard it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm.. nvm.. hahahahas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. in primary 6, i performed on Graduation Day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a Coco Lee song, Sunny day.. I sang and danced on stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so happening you know.. because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. here is how it goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first part of the song is slow...... so my friend danced ballet. and I slowly walked out and sing the song.. hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den.. is the fast part.. 2 of my friend joined me on stage and we have a dance to it. so basically i was dancing and singing.. then theres one part where its all music.. so i danced solo. hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to my sis who helped me in the dance and I watched the video over hundred times to get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the performance was a success.. at least it left an impression in my head. hohoho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hooked to dancing and singing.. i wanna be like jolin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i always watch her mtv for many many many many, i said many times. until i get the dance and song right. lols!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blah.. but i never want to go for dance class. lols! cos theres no one to go with me.. hur hur.. plus no money~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway..  in secondary school.. i peformed in SPRINGFIELD IDOL with my whole class and we won first! Proudest moment.. but i think other than my badge, no one know that we were the winner. oh wells.. hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in JC, I joined the singing club.. it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they played the mtv on the projector, and you just need to go down and take the mic and sing! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fav is always stefanie and jolin.. and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also have a "music diary" performace.. where we performed on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was superb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I performed twice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first song was "shuo ai ni" and I was the first to perform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nervous and feeling nervous and nervous, but thankfully there are alot of reharsals.. so i didnt feel so scared. muahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my frens were all there to support me.. thats very nice of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this "music diary" was published in the newpaper! hehehe.. our group photo was in it, hehe.. so happy lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being ambitious... I joined Campus superstar with my fren.. aiyah.. lousy.. i felt nervous and sang wrongly. bleah. hahahas... never wanted to tell anyone cos i felt so paiseh at that time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I am alright now. LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss singing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know..  not just singing in ktv..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but singing on stage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desprate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am the next BIG thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in 7th month ge tai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muahahahahahhha~~~ &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/6202672914763888549-6457045357800887232?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6457045357800887232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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just woke up, after sleeping for..... i think 10 hours. hahas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus it was raining the whole morning plus noon time.. how shiok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have headache now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrr.. aftermath of a long and nice sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skipped breakfast and lunch.. now i have to wait for dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuitee owe me $30. lols..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna go collect it now.. yayness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feeling of heavily in debt isnt fun. hahahahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least i feel its worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4943155394544719232?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4943155394544719232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4943155394544719232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4943155394544719232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/fridays.html' title='fridays'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-7737574573560147726</id><published>2009-12-04T05:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:25:22.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bash..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/SxgsA1nE6hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dOCerMbgqqE/s1600-h/P1100799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/SxgsA1nE6hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dOCerMbgqqE/s400/P1100799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411123345188252178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/SxgsAFHKNcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/25LSjTO0bVA/s1600-h/P1100801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/SxgsAFHKNcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/25LSjTO0bVA/s400/P1100801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411123332169479618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgr_m6bY6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/sv7-7vGiUlQ/s1600-h/P1100795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgr_m6bY6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/sv7-7vGiUlQ/s400/P1100795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411123324063015842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgr_HEXzEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/i7zrwD9UD7k/s1600-h/P1100780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgr_HEXzEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/i7zrwD9UD7k/s400/P1100780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411123315514788930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgr-vd-BDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/kDUvr9rMmfQ/s1600-h/P1100779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgr-vd-BDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/kDUvr9rMmfQ/s400/P1100779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411123309179700274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bash and pageant.. &lt;div&gt;okay.. it was fun.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually.. self high mode is the fun part.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no drinks cos i drove there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wanna save cab fare.. hahas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many many dancing and singing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now im deaf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fulfilling supper with friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and many many ghostly-encounters story right before 3am. nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the journey home is a torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to concentrate and not my mind run wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving at 120km/h isnt easy when my mind is in a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-7737574573560147726?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7737574573560147726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7737574573560147726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7737574573560147726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/bash.html' title='bash..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/SxgsA1nE6hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dOCerMbgqqE/s72-c/P1100799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1475796898249995932</id><published>2009-12-04T05:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:17:38.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its bloody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgqm3hkxVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jJ7vwgUvfTI/s1600-h/bloooddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgqm3hkxVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jJ7vwgUvfTI/s400/bloooddy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411121799513818450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yuck. stupid toe nail.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1475796898249995932?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1475796898249995932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-bloody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1475796898249995932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1475796898249995932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-bloody.html' title='its bloody.'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtdwPLWurAk/Sxgqm3hkxVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jJ7vwgUvfTI/s72-c/bloooddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2639403616002658219</id><published>2009-12-04T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:54:15.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you....?</title><content type='html'>do you ever have things to say but you cant find anyone to talk to..?&lt;div&gt;grrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like.. feeling down inside.. wanna shout it out but there's no one there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe.. there is someone there.. but its just that maybe i'm being very picky..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bla bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just feel.. grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its hard to talk to someone that i cant even communicate well on the phone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then.. its pretty hard to share things to people that you dont really trust...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. sometimes its pretty hard to talk to someone who take forever to reply you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes you may feel insult when people laughs at whatever you tell them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know you know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think its better to be.. you know.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk to urself.. at least i can answer myself.. haha.. whatever joan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2639403616002658219?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2639403616002658219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2639403616002658219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2639403616002658219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you.html' title='do you....?'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-6273090130426244153</id><published>2009-12-04T04:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:27:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its feels like..</title><content type='html'>yea.. it feels like being slapped hard in the face.. and still dun understand why.&lt;div&gt;suddenly, i feel like everyone is against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or rather, i feel like im against everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;certain things happen and no matter how hard u try to explain, it will all become excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and apologise for things that u're not in fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels.. fucked up. get what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-6273090130426244153?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6273090130426244153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i wanna...</title><content type='html'>i wanna sing on stage again...&lt;div&gt;i'm missing that feeling.. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6202672914763888549-5619103853230996503?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5619103853230996503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5619103853230996503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5619103853230996503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway.. i realised its november.&lt;br /&gt;everything bad happens in november.&lt;br /&gt;i think its this month.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. even friday 13th also in nov.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i shall deem that nov is a bad month.&lt;br /&gt;hates november.&lt;br /&gt;nothing will change my mind for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;i feel i have so little time for myself..&lt;br /&gt;and yet i spend so much time on others.&lt;br /&gt;seriously joan.. what for?&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, not many will appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;so what for?&lt;br /&gt;and why care.&lt;br /&gt;waste time only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and..&lt;br /&gt;i love to pamper myself.&lt;br /&gt;but why am i always thinking of getting for this person this and that?&lt;br /&gt;i should be getting things for myself?!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg. whats wrong with you joan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to spend this $100 on nothing.&lt;br /&gt;great job.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-904615332564843893?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/904615332564843893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/fucked-up_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/904615332564843893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/904615332564843893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/fucked-up_27.html' title='Fucked up.'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1256657438219653214</id><published>2009-11-26T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:56:47.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss...</title><content type='html'>i miss my baby boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... come back to me!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1256657438219653214?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1256657438219653214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1256657438219653214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1256657438219653214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss.html' title='i miss...'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-6375878747827567875</id><published>2009-11-25T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:31:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eee.........eeeyer.....</title><content type='html'>last night had the most delicious prawn noodles..&lt;br /&gt;its home cooked by mummy and daddy!&lt;br /&gt;but i am now suffering the whole rashes ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating the prawn noodles.. i felt my throat abit... tight and like something stucked inside.. the feeling is like sore throat, but not painful, just feels lumpy inside..&lt;br /&gt;and after sometime, i feel very very tired.. and my lips starts to feel funny.&lt;br /&gt;and when i looked into the mirror, my lips were alittle swollen, at the right side.. both upper and lower lips.&lt;br /&gt;omg.. its like.. if the whole lips were gonna swell up, its gonna be like those sausage lips that we often see in the tv, that is so "kua zhang". but when i see it happening to me, i was like.. "omg its real".&lt;br /&gt;feeling very tired, i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, feeling very hot. (HOT AS IN WARM)&lt;br /&gt;then felt itch all over.. and i knew. its rashes.&lt;br /&gt;OMG LA! its like the very bad ones.. red red and swollen swollen.. lumpy lumpy all over my skin. argh..&lt;br /&gt;I went to take a shower and then was preparing to go school.. but the rashes is making me too tired.. so i gave up.. i went to see doctor.. the clinic that i frequent was closed. so i went to another one.. the doctor gave me 3 types of medicine.. "itch, allergy and rahses". grr...&lt;br /&gt;and now i am in school... but didnt want to go into class cos i was late.. so i am waiting for the break.. so i can go in. haha..&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;i shall quit prawn :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-6375878747827567875?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6375878747827567875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/eeeeeeyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6375878747827567875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-3527421621379154975?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3527421621379154975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/transform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3527421621379154975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3527421621379154975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/transform.html' title='transform!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8467059791740204680</id><published>2009-11-25T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:55:22.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't like.</title><content type='html'>There are many things that we don't like but we kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt want to sound out, simply because dont wanna embarrass the people who are doing it.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt want to hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow.. sometimes.. things may go beyond control and it may affect the relationship..&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes if you dont like.. just sound out. dont keep quiet.. if not no one will know how you feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like..&lt;br /&gt;come on.&lt;br /&gt;if u have anything to ask me, ask. i will answer.&lt;br /&gt;dont have to keep guessing and ask around.&lt;br /&gt;one thing I dont like is people gossipping.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;so normally when ppl starts to gossip, i walk away.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that there is no need for gossipping. you are just indirectly hurting that person, and also.. tarnishing the image of that person.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes these gossips may get outa hand and may affect that person's life.&lt;br /&gt;do u want that to happen?&lt;br /&gt;or rather, do u want that to happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;I was a victim, and I know how it feels, and until today, i still can feel how i felt at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;it felt horrible.&lt;br /&gt;terrible.&lt;br /&gt;hurt..&lt;br /&gt;and like blah.&lt;br /&gt;the healing time was long and tedious.&lt;br /&gt;because it affected my life, slightly.&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully i have good friends that helped me along the way.. i was able to stand up for myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossipping.. and back-stabbing.. these 2 things are very closely related, and u may not know how ur gossips will lead to back stabbing.&lt;br /&gt;so dont start gossip.&lt;br /&gt;do what u are supposed to do, ie. studying, working etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really.. i dont like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-8467059791740204680?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8467059791740204680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tired.. practically dont wanna do anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes hurts. cant really open them properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazy//dont feel like talking so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: i'll get back my energy.. as soon as i get my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nitey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-7729746755145131722?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7729746755145131722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/cv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7729746755145131722'/><link rel='self' 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*grins*&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly, i have helped alot of people.. and somehow kinda addicted to it.. its like as if i can help the whole world..&lt;br /&gt;since young, i'm addicted to volunteering myself.. like.. community service..&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Famine camp twice.. starve myself for 30 hours ( in hope that we can save more food.. erm.. ok, thats not the point) to understand how the people in the poverty-stricken country feel.. we also folded paper crane so that we can raise many many bowls of rice.. and collect newspaper to raise money...&lt;br /&gt;I've also been to distribute cardholder to promote "anti-abuse" campaign.. so help those people who are suffering abuse from their own family members.. (i dunno how it would help them.. but anyway, i distribute card holder, with helpline numbers for them to call..)&lt;br /&gt;other than the community.. i also help my own friends..&lt;br /&gt;in terms of studies, and other small small favours that they need help in.. i will always try my best to help them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back.. i realised that I had spent too much time in helping other people, and somehow I had forgotten to.. help myself..&lt;br /&gt;as in.. I forgot the existence of "pampering" myself with the time I have to do things I like to do (Other than helping others....)&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I can do during my free time..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just get too tired and stare blank the whole time (thinking of ways to help people...)&lt;br /&gt;I AM SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when I day dream.. I was thinking of different ways to help her.... ways to help him... blah blah blah.. and sometimes, randomly, I can think of solutions would randomly call and talk about the problem and solutions.. sms here and there.. blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes.. I think I am too "kay-po".. like wanna help here and there..&lt;br /&gt;but.. when someone pour out their problems and I know about it.. I will try to help.. not that they need.. but.. i feel that problems needs solution and ta-dah.. JOAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going crazy..&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;A Time off.&lt;br /&gt;Time that is solely for me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, is for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Time that I want to be selfish..&lt;br /&gt;Time to... not care about others so much..&lt;br /&gt;Time that I can do whatever I like to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need that break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4393418068673879821?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4393418068673879821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-feels-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4393418068673879821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4393418068673879821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-feels-good.html' title='it feels good..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8617190861046135840</id><published>2009-11-05T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:08:33.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life..</title><content type='html'>joan is sick, again!&lt;br /&gt;or probably she have not fully recover yet.&lt;br /&gt;Horhor! Dardar!! U see!! U fed me with the Warm Chocolate cake, and I have sore throat now! =S&lt;br /&gt;Blah! Feeling so heaty now..&lt;br /&gt;I think.. estimate.. its 37degreeC. HahAHa!!&lt;br /&gt;House.. ran outa panadol.. wrote a lil' note to daddy.... "daddy, ask mummy buy panadol (:".. HAhAHaHA!!! Let's see if I'll get my panadol tmr. :P&lt;br /&gt;Its so fun to write lil note to my parents. HehEHehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had mask.. now going to slp.&lt;br /&gt;Stop breakout.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to slp early already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's fun today..&lt;br /&gt;Drove at a constant speed of 100km/h to sch, because I was kinda late.&lt;br /&gt;HahaHaha!! Phew. I'm still in one piece! (:&lt;br /&gt;Skipped AC class.. but after reading the notes, I understand.. so its kenna relief..&lt;br /&gt;Advance stats is fun today.. because I finally unerstand what is he talking about..&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats the beauty of sitting alone in class. :P&lt;br /&gt;I should sit alone more often next time.. At least I can concentrate better, and he lecturer seems to like to go to people who sit alone. (: HaHahaHa! I'm not Emo.. Just that I dont like other people to affect me.&lt;br /&gt;I like to listen, then colour and draw and scribble in my book.. thats why all my lecture notes are so colourful. and thats why I have so many colour pens in my pencil BAG. HahAha!! Its so fun.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I made alot of NOISE in class.. because I'm like constantly changing the pens and markers colour.. hahaha!! you know.. I kinda like "throw" the pen down onto the table and pick up another colour and start colouring..&lt;br /&gt;Hohohohoho..&lt;br /&gt;Dearest classmate, I am not crazy.. Just wanna stay awake.. and beautify the boring notes. ZZzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my concern is my Game Theory.&lt;br /&gt;Tho I got it already.. but the earlier chapters are like "SHIT" in my head.&lt;br /&gt;HahAha!! muddy muddy and dun make sense. Bahhh.. what am i talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaHAhAHahA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey nite world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Joan, to the RESCUE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-8617190861046135840?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8617190861046135840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8617190861046135840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8617190861046135840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='life..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8608578376376094836</id><published>2009-11-03T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:40:47.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.m.g</title><content type='html'>how stupid can this little girl be?&lt;br /&gt;dumb.&lt;br /&gt;how can she study the wrong chapter for the test?&lt;br /&gt;and she could still worry that she didnt study hard enough and afraid that she might fail..&lt;br /&gt;and there you go! she fail this test definitely.&lt;br /&gt;omg. so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why didnt she do the tutorial earlier on?&lt;br /&gt;then at least she can attempt the questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, such "unexpected" events happen..&lt;br /&gt;well.. unexpected events should happen in rare cases (poisson distribution).. or rather..&lt;br /&gt;the probability of happening is less than 0.05 (binomial distribution).&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;but how come these unexpected, or rather unfortunate events kept happening around me?&lt;br /&gt;its not because of my stupidity that causes my emoness to work again..&lt;br /&gt;its thats just all these while, people around me have things happening to them, and sad to say that I dont have the ability to help.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, to see them in need of help, and theres nothing to offer.&lt;br /&gt;and alot of times when they are feeling sad or down, I dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of saying the wrong things and that might hurt them even further.. so all i do is just listen and think of the situation but I know that I am standing in the position where.. "Whatever I do is all redundent so might as well dont do anything.. what if i did sth and it worsen the whole incident?"&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what to say anymore..&lt;br /&gt;all my thoughts are kept in the small head of mine and they just dont want to be convey into words.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, I dont know how to phrase them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais..&lt;br /&gt;you know..&lt;br /&gt;there is no right or wrong..&lt;br /&gt;its just that sometimes, people just dont appreciate whatever you have done for them..&lt;br /&gt;or they may think that you have motive for doing all these things..&lt;br /&gt;i think that when someone is feeling terribly low, they just wanna blah it out, and whatever others say it may not affect their decision (if they have made one) because their mind is unable to function well.. thats y sometimes they dont seem to listen to you. its not that they dont want to listen to you.. its just that when you are talking, their mind wander off to some other place that whatever you say may have a different meaning to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.. people are selfish..&lt;br /&gt;or rather, Joan is selfish too.&lt;br /&gt;whenever she is sad, or alone.. she will call and pester her friends.&lt;br /&gt;and someone once told her that "arent you making use of ur frens?"&lt;br /&gt;and i try to look around me, and realised that, everyone is making use of everyone..&lt;br /&gt;isnt that so? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joan is once again confused, and wandered off in her own world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-8608578376376094836?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8608578376376094836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8608578376376094836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8608578376376094836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title='o.m.g'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-3780658681050440405</id><published>2009-10-29T04:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:49:35.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dardar~~~</title><content type='html'>Yayayyayay~&lt;br /&gt;A special post to dardar.....&lt;br /&gt;Hohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;Tho u're so in confinement.. still wanna celebrate this special with you (in our dreams)..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;BAhhhhh!! U ar.. hrmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... happy 64th month! HahAHaHAha!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya loads!! (:&lt;br /&gt;boohoohooo... why cant u be here with me!!&lt;br /&gt;Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop getting punishment leh.. going to commission soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dardar just sprained ankle, AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;want to sayang you also cannot..&lt;br /&gt;so.. i shall.. scold you!&lt;br /&gt;told u HOW MANY TIMES ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;see la.. the ankle also want to bully you..&lt;br /&gt;can u get a proper treatment?&lt;br /&gt;if not..... no more baskeball for you den you know. :(&lt;br /&gt;i shall write to Navy..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. next time for sports, do yoga. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;take care of yourself okay!&lt;br /&gt;Get well soooooooon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HahahAHahaha!&lt;br /&gt;still love ya loads loads many many much much!!&lt;br /&gt;Muackss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-3780658681050440405?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3780658681050440405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dardar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3780658681050440405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3780658681050440405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dardar.html' title='to my dardar~~~'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-126546211108904624</id><published>2009-10-26T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:32:12.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>tears are streaming down and I cant seem to know why.&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;its not supposed to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;i should step away for away..&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. just for awhile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-126546211108904624?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/126546211108904624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/126546211108904624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/126546211108904624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-4112762357244403935</id><published>2009-10-23T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:44:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna complain. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. I have so many many many assignments, and they are all due on next week!!&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;Game theory.. i still know nothing about it.. but at least after reading the things that I've missed out, I realised, I cannot skip class. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Abstract Mathematics.. okay.. I think I know what I am doing, but my careless mistakes is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;Advance Calculus.. Ehhhh.. can the lecturer at least tell us what we need to know?!! Keep skipping all the simple stuff and we need sucha long time to get what we need to know. :(&lt;br /&gt;Advance stats is the irritating one. I am really worried now. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Micro.. erm.. so far so good i think. Dunno if i can write the things out. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;bahhh!&lt;br /&gt;jus wanna go somewhere thats deserted.&lt;br /&gt;no one is there to tell me what i should or should not do.&lt;br /&gt;no one is there to irritate me..&lt;br /&gt;no one is there so that I dun have to care about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.. i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;of everything. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4112762357244403935?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4112762357244403935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-wanna-complain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4112762357244403935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4112762357244403935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-wanna-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-7402872258170932165</id><published>2009-10-20T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:11:39.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder</title><content type='html'>people ask for advice, we give them advice.&lt;br /&gt;at most of the time.. when they are telling you the problem.. u ry to relate to yourself and tell them how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;and the advice that you gave, is like you're telling yourself, but u never want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advice still counted as advice?&lt;br /&gt;telling others things that you dont wanna hear?&lt;br /&gt;kinda torturing urself huh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-7402872258170932165?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7402872258170932165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7402872258170932165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7402872258170932165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonder.html' title='wonder'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-6568491135973244395</id><published>2009-10-13T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:15:36.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is study day~</title><content type='html'>Yes. I will make Sunday as a study day.&lt;br /&gt;So for those who wanna join me, can look for me at "The Forum" Macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;Hehee..&lt;br /&gt;There is free consultation for Math and Stats..&lt;br /&gt;(Free consultation is only valid before 31december09)&lt;br /&gt;Hohohoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I am struggling with Game Theory.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel that playing game is such a.. ARgggRrr thing.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I must tell myself, that Game theory is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game theory is fun&lt;br /&gt;Game theory is fun&lt;br /&gt;Game theory is fun&lt;br /&gt;Game theory is fun&lt;br /&gt;Game theory is fun&lt;br /&gt;Game theory is fun&lt;br /&gt;Game theory is fun&lt;br /&gt;(according to adam khoo, this method works!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos, my lecturer is the BEST! HEheHEheHe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract Math tomorrow! (: Loves~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so busy, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;See.. my time table is PACKED.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this week's schedule.....&lt;br /&gt;Monday: lecture from 0830 to 1500, tuition from 1730 - 1900.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Lecture from 0830 - 1500, tuition from 1500 - 1930&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Lecture from 1500 - 2200&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: tuition from 1500 - 2200&lt;br /&gt;Friday: CV meeting&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: CV Dry run&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: CV dry run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.. I feel so.. tired, already. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. today not feeling very well.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Had panadol and the drowsy effect lasted for SUPER long!&lt;br /&gt;Drank coffee during lecture doesnt seem to help..&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;I need slp, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Joan! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-6568491135973244395?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6568491135973244395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-is-study-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6568491135973244395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6568491135973244395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-is-study-day.html' title='Sunday is study day~'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-90350849668680226</id><published>2009-10-13T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:05:39.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape one hundred days of sorrow ..</title><content type='html'>I wonder, what does "patient" means..&lt;br /&gt;Do we stay there and "solve" the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we simply walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this sentence closely related to "Dont make other people's problem your problem."&lt;br /&gt;Or probably, there are subset of each other.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.. talking stats.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going crazy, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-90350849668680226?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/90350849668680226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-are-patient-in-one-moment-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/90350849668680226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/90350849668680226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-are-patient-in-one-moment-of.html' title='If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape one hundred days of sorrow ..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-7972938315571022459</id><published>2009-10-11T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:32:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, OMG</title><content type='html'>Okay, I wanted to blog, but i am feeling really.. "no energy".&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to sleep early. (:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a study day with my babies...&lt;br /&gt;(: Gear up and I wanna UNDERSTAND GAME THEORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goals.. I have to work hard, to realise them.&lt;br /&gt;Jia you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh.. dardar you must jia you also okay!&lt;br /&gt;And you haven tell me the secret. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna find out soon. Hrmps~ Hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nite world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-7972938315571022459?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7972938315571022459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7972938315571022459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7972938315571022459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-omg.html' title='Like, OMG'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1766348983646891315</id><published>2009-10-09T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:48:59.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many thoughts, again..</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, I have Advanced Calculus and Advanced Stats class..&lt;br /&gt;Both lesson were about FUNCTIONS, and now I am abit confused, which is belong to which.&lt;br /&gt;OMG..&lt;br /&gt;After Calculas class, my brain is already filled up.. and to stats class, I almost want to die.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt get any milk tea or coffee (cos they're not chilled!), so I got coke light instead... funny enough, I didnt sleep during lesson. I guess the caffine level is real high. hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking toward the bus stop, I saw a very familiar people, through his back view. I was curious, don't know if its him..&lt;br /&gt;He was rushing to the bus stop, which was the one that I was going..&lt;br /&gt;Tho I couldnt confirm if its him.. Thoughts came rushing to my mind again..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of those past..&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. nothing really memorable, just something that I can bring out and laugh at it..&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the bus stop, I reached out to my bag and got my cellphone. As I was calling SK, he turned, and saw me. Now I can confirm its him.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt talk much.. as I have got nothing to say to him. I guess he also..&lt;br /&gt;But I was curious about how he is doing and bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I was going to SK's house.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay over at SK house is fun! HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the poster and tee shirt design..&lt;br /&gt;then we played video cam..&lt;br /&gt;talked to Kevin using video call.. and scare him with the presence of SK.. haha~&lt;br /&gt;Then she do her invoice.. and I painted my nails in the dark. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;We slept at about 4am..&lt;br /&gt;And we woke up at 10++++++ am.. hehehe.. (I woke up late tho.. hahah~)&lt;br /&gt;We continue to talk about the design.. and bla..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;We still cant decide on the design. stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd came over to SK house.. and we were getting ready to leave house.. HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went IMM, PEPPER LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;I had Unagi with Egg.. Er.. it taste good, but the unagi had too much soft bone, that is not soft at all.. theres one bone that pricked my gum.. &lt;ouch!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we DAISO..&lt;br /&gt;SK bought nail buffer and I taught her how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;I helped both SK and Lloyd to buff their nails. Shiny~ **Shing shing~**&lt;br /&gt;SK had class, so she left for school.&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd and I head to town, I mugged for a while and then I took bus 5 to my tuition kids house.&lt;br /&gt;I realise this is so much easier. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;All tuition kids' house is near bus 5 bus stop! So happy~&lt;br /&gt;Its better than taking train and then change bus and walk. HAHA~&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, I went home for homecooked laksa. YUMMY CAN!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;I love it when mummy and daddy cook.. ITS SO DELICIOUS!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shld be sleeping, soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1766348983646891315?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1766348983646891315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/many-thoughts-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1766348983646891315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1766348983646891315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/many-thoughts-again.html' title='Many thoughts, again..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-5177321025909055664</id><published>2009-10-08T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:29:53.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CANT STAND IT ANYMORE</title><content type='html'>I feel really upset..&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people who came asking me about the same kind of question.&lt;br /&gt;Even those who dont even know me, started to ask me that question.&lt;br /&gt;And really, I feel really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people..&lt;br /&gt;Is there any law states that I cannot post a photo with a close friend, when I have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;No right?&lt;br /&gt;And if I have a boyfriend, I have to post his photo everywhere and never never never to change them?&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot understand..&lt;br /&gt;It's good, to let people know that I have a boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;And its true that I have a really lovey and caring boyfriend that is always there for me, physically (not so much now tho.. because of NS) and mentally..&lt;br /&gt;But it does not mean that I don't love him anymore if I don't use our photo as display picture right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have friends.&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, Sisters, Jiemei, and all my malay friends..&lt;br /&gt;So if I have boyfriend, I cant post any photo of my friends and I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I post a photo of Sinkuan and I, does it mean that we're lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;If I post a photo of Changtat and I, does it mean that we're together?&lt;br /&gt;If I post a photo of Kevin, Hanzhong and I, does it mean that we're in some sort of LOVE TRIANGLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. Ridiculous, really.&lt;br /&gt;Grow up people.&lt;br /&gt;What year already.&lt;br /&gt;Put up one photo and you all talk so much.&lt;br /&gt;Really irritating leh.&lt;br /&gt;How many times must I repeat myself?!!&lt;br /&gt;GggRrrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-5177321025909055664?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5177321025909055664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-stand-it-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5177321025909055664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5177321025909055664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-stand-it-anymore.html' title='I CANT STAND IT ANYMORE'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-695303518582446924</id><published>2009-10-01T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:51:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many many things</title><content type='html'>many many things went through my head. &lt;div&gt;hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in.. i was thinking.. about many many things.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the other day (instead of using "one day").. this sudden thought came to me and I was like "oh ya hor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you are walking along orchard road (ok lar.. any road also can.. but orchard road more people...) you will see many many different types of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you (or maybe only me..) will be like......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(think, say them out loud in my head. =DD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wha.. chanel bag..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ehh.... ang mo kids"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"awww.. he is so sweet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"eh what she doing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"aiyo.. where got people like that one!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but most of the time (in orchard road) I see "rich" or "pretend to be rich" people, whichever one, and I will think to myself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wha.. i also want leh...." or.. "I am gonnnnnnnna get one too!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you see a very super duper lovey couple walking past, in your head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"aww.. so sweet.. why my bf/gf not like that one..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(diao~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. thats not my point. (dar, really! =D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I wanna say is that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes in life, we cannot have everything that we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what others have, we dont have to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of envy, and be jealous about what other people have, why not take a step back (now, one step back..) and look at what you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(hmmmm...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lovely family.. supporting parents, fun to be with siblings.. cute and adorable nieces and nephew.. and whats most important is that, I know they all love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a very supportive and caring lovey dovey boyfriend.. who understands me deep deep.. know what I want (evil grins) and know when to stop my nonsense (hrmph).. And I know he really loves me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have great jie mei.. Lloyd and Sin kuan.. who are there for me.. hahas.. laughing at my not so funny jokes, always bullying me and making fun of me. opps.. i mean.. we enjoy each other's company and they never fail to make my day.. Muacks. I also know they love me deep deep, rite chopstick? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have many many friends who love to stalk me, like right now, YOU ARE READING MY BLOG and still REFUSE TO TAG AT MY TAGBOARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahas.. Like one of the stalker (Kevin) said, "I want to 了解 my friends.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.. see! I know they love me deep deep too..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that I have mentioned is only the people around me, and what about.. the "things" like "chanel bag"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;branded stuffs, yes.. everyone wants them.. but thats not really a must to have, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at all the things you have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can list down all the things you have and I would dare to say that you will have more than one of the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoes (confirm more one 10 pairs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bag (I have like... more than... 10?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jacket (er.. about 4 of them?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the list goes on and on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;others may have the good and branded stuff, but those are things that we dont really need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do they have happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or rather, do they have true happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so that went through my mind, the other day. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the 2nd week.. and OMG.. i realised, too many math subject made me confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like.. i mixed up "Abstact math" and "Advance calculus". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And "Advance statistics" is no longer the "statistics" i know of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Game theory" made me dont like to play games anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"microeconomics"?? THIS IS THE 3RD BLOODY TIME GOING THRU THE SAME THING AND I STILL DONT BLOODY GET IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I have already planned my schedule, so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the plans that I have made before school started, I said that I will study everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will make it a point to go school everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT CARE even if the journey to school is 1Hr30Mins. (so to and fro is actually 3 hrs, abit silly tho, okay, time to haunt for new study place. maybe go back to my favourite airport.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i must do all my tutorials (YAY! I did my tutorials and got most of them correct. haha..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hand up all assignments that was given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOAN is a good girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOAN is studious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOAN can do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(According to Adam Khoo, we must draw motivational drawings and stick them on the wall.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN DO IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST CLASS HONOURS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAahahAHAha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, time to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im going mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-695303518582446924?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/695303518582446924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/many-many-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/695303518582446924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/695303518582446924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/many-many-things.html' title='many many things'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8340245439521907914</id><published>2009-09-28T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:04:47.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohohohohohohoh its over</title><content type='html'>Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;F1 is finally ovv-veerrr~&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I am too excited over F1. Till now I still can hear the cars whizz pass me~&lt;br /&gt;Hohohoh..&lt;br /&gt;Hamilton won.. hoho.. Alonso lousy already.. but nvm, still love him.&lt;br /&gt;HAhas!&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my excitement for school is still present. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Subject guide has arrived at my house! Yays!&lt;br /&gt;AHahas..&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to.. erm.. READ them.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Tho i think I will fall asleep after that. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to spend hundred over dollars on textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Advance stats is a must for me to buy the textbook because my teacher use subject guide for lessons, deng.&lt;br /&gt;I needa buy the text to know what the student read in London, so the exam paper will be erm.. i hope, easier for me. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gota slp now. HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nite world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-8340245439521907914?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8340245439521907914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hohohohohohohoh-its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8340245439521907914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8340245439521907914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hohohohohohohoh-its-over.html' title='Hohohohohohohoh its over'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1459792045611014739</id><published>2009-09-23T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:38:37.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR</title><content type='html'>I realise my mood can change really fast.&lt;br /&gt;One moment I was really happy, and another moment I feel really down.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the sad part.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;It sucked to get scolded for something that you feel that you have no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst is you can seem to find a reason we fight for your own right.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that if I were to fight back, this is a never ending thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with dar is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with friend is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time planning event is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Having supper is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to balance my life between family, love, friends, study and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seem to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1459792045611014739?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1459792045611014739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/grrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1459792045611014739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1459792045611014739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-4831693579567954612</id><published>2009-09-21T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:39:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovey is back, so is faty. =DD</title><content type='html'>The Thing finally had BBQ~!&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a good night, with good food, with great companies!&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.. And HTHT works.&lt;br /&gt;But I was surprised that daddy asked o many questions and we ended up having debate. HAHAS..&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to ton but in the end everyone fell asleep..&lt;br /&gt;I could sleep well, cos i was afraid that I cant wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS..&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna be late..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see dardar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, bathed, and laze around a bit before leaving daddy and babies..&lt;br /&gt;I took cabby to dar's house and meet his mummy. After that Ah Yi drove us there to pick up dardar!! (:&lt;br /&gt;So happy to see him.. Hehees..&lt;br /&gt;We went home, and dar put down all his stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;And we had lunch at Manpuku!!&lt;br /&gt;Yummy ramen with SUPER DELICIOUS CHAWANMUSHI..&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooo loves! (:&lt;br /&gt;After that we went shopping at cold storage and bought ingredients for baking cupcakes...&lt;br /&gt;after that we went home..&lt;br /&gt;Yadah yadah.. we fell asleep. HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and dinner with his family.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at "No Signboard seafood" restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda full and was trying to pretend that I was eating, but his daddy kept asking me to take more food.&lt;br /&gt;I cant eat the prawns, so he gave me more rice instead. omg..&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, I was REALLY FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went back. Dar took the car and sent me home..&lt;br /&gt;I bring all my stuff home, bathed, and we went out for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;FINAL DESTINATION 3D&lt;br /&gt;The movie was okay, tho i felt that the "bloody" part is not that "bloody".&lt;br /&gt;Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to find Xuheng, changtat, Adda and Yingxi @ Ehub.&lt;br /&gt;They were bowling, and watching a movie after that.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac came to meet us before their movie start.&lt;br /&gt;Dardar and I went back for a little ride..&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Except that I was driving.&lt;br /&gt;Auto car.. Something that I dont really enjoy.. HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went home, and I was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i woke up real late, at 12noon. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;We cabbed down to Ion, and then we to Wheellock for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at NYDC, and the prawn spaghetti is yummy!! (:&lt;br /&gt;We also had Oreo ice cream, but it is not worth the price.. hehe.. i would rather have mudpie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went.. shopping around..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;Dardar bought Famous Amos Cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;They were YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Shawhouse.. I bought a black Tanktop from mango..&lt;br /&gt;After that we took a bus down to Suntec and dardar bought ba gwa. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;I bought pastry for my family.&lt;br /&gt;We also bought korean nian gao and taiwen hot and spicy fishball!!&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop at suntec... After that we meet up Xu heng and changtat and had steamboat dinner at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel very full after that. HAHA~&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we relac relac at starbucks, den cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;I fell aslp after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh actually planned to go camping, but not a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;hur hur..&lt;br /&gt;wanna buy tent and have camping!!&lt;br /&gt;okay, my next plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, i must settle down for my studies, before planning to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;hohohoh..&lt;br /&gt;school starting, time to get serious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4831693579567954612?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4831693579567954612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovey-is-back-so-it-faty-dd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4831693579567954612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4831693579567954612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovey-is-back-so-it-faty-dd.html' title='Lovey is back, so is faty. =DD'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-5896397874129443297</id><published>2009-09-20T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:57:01.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, my love!</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO lovey is BACK! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-5896397874129443297?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5896397874129443297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-my-love_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5896397874129443297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5896397874129443297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-my-love_20.html' title='Back, my love!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-4296765853145811749</id><published>2009-09-20T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:56:07.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, my love!</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO lovey is BACK! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4296765853145811749?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4296765853145811749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4296765853145811749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4296765853145811749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-my-love.html' title='Back, my love!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2768630830112720119</id><published>2009-09-18T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:43:25.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooohoooo~</title><content type='html'>Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes at 9.30am, and then closed them again.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking in my head that I wont be able to have enough time to bake cupcakes.. so I went back to sleep instead.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. actually i have enough time. =S&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was awakened by my ringing tone. DARDAR called!!&lt;br /&gt;Altho he's already in Singapore, I just feel that he is still so far far away..&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;HEhehe.. I could hear the sea whistling in the background..&lt;br /&gt;OH-So-Romantic right. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.. Later gonna meet sinkuan already.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about going out I am all excited.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I WANT MY ORGANISER! =D&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dardar having BBQ tonight!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.. for his home sweet home party.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. and Im having BBQ tonite! with my daddy and babies!&lt;br /&gt;Cool!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotttttta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2768630830112720119?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2768630830112720119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/boooohoooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2768630830112720119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2768630830112720119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/boooohoooo.html' title='Boooohoooo~'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2185841642223441564</id><published>2009-09-18T04:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:50:47.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho! Merry Coming back home!</title><content type='html'>MMmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wake up at 8am later, to bake cupcakes..&lt;br /&gt;dont know if i have enough time(i think dont have) to bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna meet sinkuan.. she wanna go food fest!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is making me feel.. abit guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't like food fest, all the food are expensive, and TEMPTING!&lt;br /&gt;I need to be on a diet, proper and less fattening. Wanna slim down. HOHOHO..&lt;br /&gt;Have to prepare for that special night.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Next is, my mum loves food fest and its making me a little guilty not to go with her!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know i can go with her again, but weixiang is coming back, and I am gonna accompany him most of the time, plus i have tuitions and school.&lt;br /&gt;Hohohohohohoho..&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum and weixiang will be snatching me here and there..&lt;br /&gt;and after weixiang comes home, my mum is gonna complain to him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. that always happen.&lt;br /&gt;My mum is tired of reprimanding me, and she really gave up hope on me, and so she thinks that the only person that can, erm, at least scold and control me a little is weixiang. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking of what my mum will tell him and what i have to explain to him. Hohoho.. Many many stories. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;Baby I still love ya! Muacks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;I also needa go Suntec to get my ORGANISER!&lt;br /&gt;I need it super urgently.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand my old one.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes, there are still a few more month to the new year, but i cant stand the MESS that I had created in my organiser. So I need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;And Sanrio stocks are here! Cant wait to get hold of one. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE still have stock! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I also have BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;THE THING gathering at Bryan's house!&lt;br /&gt;Yays!&lt;br /&gt;Finally a proper outing.. Cant wait to see everyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking if I wanna stay overnight.. Cos the next day gonna fetch my LOVEY DOVEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Gotta go slp now before my mum wakes up. Hehehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2185841642223441564?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2185841642223441564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hohoho-merry-coming-back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2185841642223441564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2185841642223441564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hohoho-merry-coming-back-home.html' title='Hohoho! Merry Coming back home!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-3444813515405318717</id><published>2009-09-17T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:45:39.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>要怎么样呢？</title><content type='html'>烦死了！&lt;br /&gt;嘻嘻！！&lt;br /&gt;爱人就要回来了。。&lt;br /&gt;但我不知道要怎么安排我的时间。。&lt;br /&gt;为什么他要在我的假期时出海，然后在我开学的时后回来呢？&lt;br /&gt;时间好不巧啊！&lt;br /&gt;我得上学，还得教补习。。&lt;br /&gt;要这么抽出时间陪爱人呢？&lt;br /&gt;啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！ 烦死了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过。。 我只是想和他安静的度过每一晚。。&lt;br /&gt;可是我却不知道他对我的期望是什么。。&lt;br /&gt;在电话里，他好像真的要我安排很多节目。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我老了。。&lt;br /&gt;想不到好点子。。&lt;br /&gt;真的觉得好失败。。&lt;br /&gt;感觉有点失措。。&lt;br /&gt;但又有谁可以帮我呢。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老天请不要再折磨我了！！:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-3444813515405318717?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3444813515405318717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_5052.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3444813515405318717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3444813515405318717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_5052.html' title='要怎么样呢？'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-4242438481146281461</id><published>2009-09-17T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:35:20.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>是我想太多</title><content type='html'>Silly thought went through my head, and  i know, 是我想太多。。&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I hate myself for thinking too much, its really unnecessary..&lt;br /&gt;That explains my "slow-ness" in response. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be so selfish. All these wishful thoughts does not last, and I know I shouldn't be thinking of them now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing them down, so that I wont think of them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I think.. (see, i think again..) that if I were to write all my unhappiness down, it will go away.. But does it really go away? Or I kept thinking about them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不知道！！我也不想在想下去了！！&lt;br /&gt;不开心的事情就这样随风而去。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4242438481146281461?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4242438481146281461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4242438481146281461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4242438481146281461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_17.html' title='是我想太多'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-3341005862813524343</id><published>2009-09-16T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:46:13.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>on my way to my tuitee's house.. i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why am I so happy.&lt;br /&gt;perharps.. dar is coming home..&lt;br /&gt;and i feel more relieved.&lt;br /&gt;or perharps.. i know that there are people out there, caring for me.&lt;br /&gt;many times i thought that people always only care for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;and little that i know that there are actually people genuinely care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me, not to let other people's problem be my problem.&lt;br /&gt;this is one thing that i still cant achieve.&lt;br /&gt;when someone needs help, i will think of ways to help him or her..&lt;br /&gt;and when i know that I cant be of any help, i feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes because of this is affects my mood..&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;maybe im born with it..&lt;br /&gt;as in.. in helping people who come asking for help. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a "councillor" for other people doesnt do any good to myself. =S&lt;br /&gt;i can say things to other people, and i cant say those same things to myself.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why i have the courage to reprimand people, to give people advice, and i cant even give myself advice, cant even console myself, cant even control my own emotions.&lt;br /&gt;and when i feel down or not feel like talking, sometimes i just hate myself.. and sometimes, i just want to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;sinkuan said that she would kill that evil twin inside me.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she does.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate that side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i guess its time to sleep. =D&lt;br /&gt;nitey nite!&lt;br /&gt;Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-3341005862813524343?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3341005862813524343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3341005862813524343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3341005862813524343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1152647053686434992</id><published>2009-09-16T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:14:23.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThisFeelingIs..OhSoIrritating. (:</title><content type='html'>I hung up the phone tonightSomething happened for the first time deep insideIt was a rush, what a rush'Cause the possibilityThat you would ever feel the same way about meIt's just too much, just too muchWhy do I keep running from the truth?All I ever think about is youYou got me hypnotized, so mesmerizedAnd I've just got to knowDo you ever think when you're all aloneAll that we can be, where this thing can go?Am I crazy or falling in love?Is it real or just another crush?Do you catch a breath when I look at you?Are you holding back like the way I do?'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk awayBut I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyGoin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyHas it ever crossed your mindWhen we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends?Is there more, is there more?See it's a chance we've gotta take'Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will lastLast forever, foreverDo you ever think when you're all aloneAll that we can be, where this thing can go?Am I crazy or falling in love?Is it real or just another crush?Do you catch a breath when I look at you?Are you holding back like the way I do?'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk awayBut I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyGoin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyWhy do I keep running from the truth?All I ever think about is youYou got me hypnotized, so mesmerizedAnd I've just got to knowDo you ever think when you're all aloneAll that we can be, where this thing can go?Am I crazy or falling in love?Is it real or just another crush?Do you catch a breath when I look at you?Are you holding back like the way I do?'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk awayBut I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyThis crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyGoin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyGoin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayyGoin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1152647053686434992?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1152647053686434992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/thisfeelingisohsoirritating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1152647053686434992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1152647053686434992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/thisfeelingisohsoirritating.html' title='ThisFeelingIs..OhSoIrritating. (:'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1261025547499226509</id><published>2009-09-15T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:16:01.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT!</title><content type='html'>I wan to go Suntec City and get my NEW ORGANISER!&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand my organiser now.. Its too messy, and not organised! =(&lt;br /&gt;My head is in a mess.. now my organiser is in a mess!&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1261025547499226509?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1261025547499226509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1261025547499226509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1261025547499226509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want.html' title='I WANT!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-5012037512914692337</id><published>2009-09-15T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:44:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peekaboo!</title><content type='html'>Yays! New blog skin!&lt;br /&gt;HMmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;School is starting soon, Lovey is coming back soon.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I dont like holidays anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really excited because most of my modules are math.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will like all the modules, because I already do!&lt;br /&gt;Err.. I hope I wont change my mind!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Off for my tuition classes..&lt;br /&gt;Will be back for more updates, after my jog!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves every moment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-5012037512914692337?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5012037512914692337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/peekaboo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5012037512914692337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/5012037512914692337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/peekaboo.html' title='Peekaboo!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-586156083064025803</id><published>2009-09-13T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:49:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW COLOUR</title><content type='html'>Ooooo.. I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this at home.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all the time you have, alone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, dye your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Get all excited about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;Lay newspaper on the floor, get a comfy chair, changed into some ridiculous clothes that you dont mind staining with hair dye, wear gloves, and START.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Everything gets so messy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, watch TV!&lt;br /&gt;And remove nail colour.&lt;br /&gt;When the time is up, get a clean set of clothes and rush to the bathroom and wash away the hair dye. Shampoo your hair and condition it.&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, dry your hair, and apply nourishing lotion.&lt;br /&gt;Sit patiently under a fan, to wait for your hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, log in to facebook and start gossiping. =D&lt;br /&gt;Upload photos.. comment on funny photos.&lt;br /&gt;If you get bored, get a drink! (:&lt;br /&gt;And when your hair is dry, enjoy ur new hair colour, and by the time its dry, you're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;And then go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO..&lt;br /&gt;Have fun. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-586156083064025803?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/586156083064025803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-colour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/586156083064025803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/586156083064025803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-colour.html' title='NEW COLOUR'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1422407687877146843</id><published>2009-09-13T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:34:42.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think, Say, Action.</title><content type='html'>Write down your thoughts, translate them into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we think about things that we wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;But never once we carry out the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should always do what we think.&lt;br /&gt;Dont just think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think, write it down.&lt;br /&gt;Then think about what you are going to do to make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;Then action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;You think about getting good results&lt;br /&gt;So you aim to get, lets say, First class honours.&lt;br /&gt;So you think about what you should do.&lt;br /&gt;That is, study hard.&lt;br /&gt;So, write down your study plan.&lt;br /&gt;A time tabe of your own.&lt;br /&gt;Plan your time properly.&lt;br /&gt;Have a balance between work, study and play.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, Study will occupy a larger proportion as that it your priority.&lt;br /&gt;work will have a smaller portion, as that is not that important just as yet.&lt;br /&gt;and as for play, you need break time, and you need to hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;So leisure time is important for you to "de-stress".&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;After you have write down your thoughts, that is your time table, do follow it.&lt;br /&gt;ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;MUST STICK TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;You have to be discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Say, "oh, i can always do this tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Because it does not work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time yourself properly.&lt;br /&gt;With good planning and good discipline, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone, in achieving your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1422407687877146843?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1422407687877146843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/think-say-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1422407687877146843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1422407687877146843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/think-say-action.html' title='Think, Say, Action.'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-3538198905134833813</id><published>2009-09-13T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:10:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.</title><content type='html'>omg. 我被骗了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! I have the feeling of being cheated. HAHAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet Sin kuan and Lloyd, 1230 at paya lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I woke up at 1200. HAha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly shower and get changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home without make up, thinking that I ill be there and back to home sweet home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I've reached there, Sinkuan told me that she wanna go Far East to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmp. And I am going with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! This is so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never (I think......) go town without make up ever since I was Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, you can say that I am vain. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. like.. u will feel so naked there~ HAHAS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sk went for hair cutting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lloyd and I went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Cury fishball and Lloyd bought Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. I love fishballs! HEHEHE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, I bought 奶茶 and sk wants iced holick with pearls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to the salon and disturb sk and hair stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went.. Shaw towers and SK bought Ettusai's stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. we went Tampines by Train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. And so SK left.. She went to find her ah yi and mummy..&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd and I went Tampines One for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;(: Since he wanted to have ramen, so I brought him to Manpuku.&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho~ I had Ramen too! Ship Hotake Ramen. MMMMMmmm..&lt;br /&gt;And he had Ton Toro Ramen. Yummy too!&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy my cravings for Chawanmushi, I HAVE TO GET ONE! =D&lt;br /&gt;Its so mmmmmmm...MMmmm... YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Actually we planned to go over to my house after cutting sk's hair, so we could.. erm.. play wii or bake cup cakes..&lt;br /&gt;but we went shopping and sk needa go her ah yi's place. so end up we didnt go my house. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd and I just hang out at Mac and I was thinking of my saving plans. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I am discipline enough. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting soon and I cant wait to go school and study.&lt;br /&gt;Although I will be stressed up and everything like that, but I love to study.&lt;br /&gt;I love to solve problems, love to do the same thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Love to hang out wth friends..&lt;br /&gt;Love to go to school and meet new people..&lt;br /&gt;Love to stare at weird people..&lt;br /&gt;Love to dream during lectures..&lt;br /&gt;Love to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sad for this sem..&lt;br /&gt;As all my friends are doing different modules..&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to lectures alone.&lt;br /&gt;Arhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Math lectures..&lt;br /&gt;no project, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Dont even have the chance to make friends..&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. You go into lecture room, sit down, and the lecture starts.&lt;br /&gt;During break, you will either go rest room or get some snack, or maybe you are too tired to move, so just take a nap, and after break, you'll go back to ur notes again.&lt;br /&gt;There is no chance for you to interact.&lt;br /&gt;After lecture, everyone will just go in different direction.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, even if u were to talk to someone.. that will be when u got lost and have no idea what the lecturer is trying to say, probably you will try to peek and the person beside you, like what page is he or she at now, if really still no idea, then erm.. maybe ask, "excuse me, may i know which page are you at now?" and then, the conversation ends there.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;okay, abit negative thinking right here, but i always like to think of the worst thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;and probably thats why i am such a emo girl. HAHA.. cos i get affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I will erm.. try to make friends. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleahh. Whatever it is, I have my aim now, which is get first class honours. LIKE DUH! Everyone aims to get 1st class. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Yup. Since I have my target, I will have to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;No more time to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;No more time to fool around.&lt;br /&gt;This year is crucial.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;For once, JOAN IS SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-3538198905134833813?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3538198905134833813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3538198905134833813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3538198905134833813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-day.html' title='What a day.'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2280603364019254362</id><published>2009-09-12T04:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:55:09.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARE YOU FOLLOW YOUR HEART?</title><content type='html'>"DARE YOU FOLLOW YOUR HEART?"&lt;br /&gt;I saw this phrase from the book that I am reading now, "the cupid effect" by Dorothy Koomson.&lt;br /&gt;Half way thru, already loving every character in the book! (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARE YOU FOLLOW YOUR HEART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;I can be a good listener, a good advisor, and people starts pouring their unhappiness on me, and I am still able to take it and console them.&lt;br /&gt;But with my own problems in my head, or heart, I just cant seem to console myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that happens to everyone else too..&lt;br /&gt;Perharps, its because I am not the one being affected by it, so no matter what you tell me, I am able to look at the whole situation whereby solutions are easily found.&lt;br /&gt;But if I am the one having all the troubles, I am unable to think that way. Tho i will always hear myself inside me, or rather, there are voices in my head telling me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Like "HEY I THINK THEY DONT LIKE YOU, THATS WHY, DUH!"&lt;br /&gt;all these negative thoughts will roam freely in my head and I am not able to find a solution to me.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, is when I need someone there, to listen to what my head has to say..&lt;br /&gt;Perharps with a different point of view.. hopefully I am able to see things clearly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I had a bunch of great friends who are there, and willing to let me pour all my unhappiness, and still able to laugh it out and make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.. you all! LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;It is fortunate to have a group of people, that really care about you.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what happens, they will be there to help you go through the times of difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;A friend in need is a friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;This is well said and I understand whole meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;hees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, probably the screaming and shouting at the beach helps me a little.&lt;br /&gt;At least my anger are all "vented"out.&lt;br /&gt;hAHA~&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;wanna be a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;with all smiles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hermes for the wonderful outing.&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE..&lt;br /&gt;still, I LOVE the sea! (:&lt;br /&gt;LET's go to the beach again! hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2280603364019254362?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2280603364019254362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/dare-you-follow-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2280603364019254362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2280603364019254362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/dare-you-follow-your-heart.html' title='DARE YOU FOLLOW YOUR HEART?'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1674741092027656509</id><published>2009-09-12T04:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T04:48:03.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more days!</title><content type='html'>YAYAYAYAYYYYYYYYYYYS!&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to see my lovey dovey!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Trying to plan a list of activities.. but there are tuition and school stucked in the middle.. Arghh...&lt;br /&gt;Wanna spend the whole week with him, without any interuption! Hrmp.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;Okays.. 7 more days.. endure these 7 more days and MSTD will be over!&lt;br /&gt;Dardar must jia you okay!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1674741092027656509?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1674741092027656509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1674741092027656509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1674741092027656509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-more-days.html' title='7 more days!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-6154327994017343005</id><published>2009-09-10T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:39:19.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tired day (:</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up late (:&lt;br /&gt;Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I have to give 2 tuition today, one after another, so its gonna be very tiring..&lt;br /&gt;mmm..&lt;br /&gt;After taking a shower, I went straight for my tuition, its only a 10 minutes walk from my house!&lt;br /&gt;The lesson went on smoothly, and after that, I took cab down to simei for another tuition. HOHO.. I was going to be late, so took cab instead. :( Its $6!&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, I meet up with Tat and we had dinner at Manpuku.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to have for dinner, so i ordered curry udon. Not bad.. but the portion was too much, so.. after I finished my udon, my stomach had no space left for Chawanmushi. ::( I want chawanmushi!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping in Tampines One..&lt;br /&gt;I went to Urban Write and spent $30 there.&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy.. bought many many craft papers and markers and glue. Hehee..&lt;br /&gt;Many people's birthday is coming, so I have to prepare all these cards.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a habit for me, to give people bday cards on their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoy making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning, to make nice nice ones..&lt;br /&gt;so friends, if u randomly receive cards from me, you know that that is my latest creation. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Bleah..&lt;br /&gt;We also went to buy present from perlini silver.&lt;br /&gt;As we were going home, we saw Mr Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he saw us first. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much!&lt;br /&gt;He is my best and most respected teacher. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. Good thing that he still remembers us.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling abit "stucked" inside..&lt;br /&gt;So went for a run.&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts run through my mind and I have yet sort them out.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a file in my head..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-6154327994017343005?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6154327994017343005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6154327994017343005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6154327994017343005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired-day.html' title='A tired day (:'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-5259996284930029117</id><published>2009-09-09T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:32:45.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>I think..&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt be so nice at all times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what HE said: "maybe you're too nice to them.. then they take you for granted"&lt;br /&gt;So probably thats why nobody listens to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that why I don't have the power to control.&lt;br /&gt;That makes me a bad leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like SHE said: "I think he likes you".&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard I tried to explain, I can't clear doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Hais..&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is no such thing as close friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just by judging from what people say, you will know that how people actually look at it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, its the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time, i will not be affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;i am not prepare to lose my friends.&lt;br /&gt;this is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, for once, I am right..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-5259996284930029117?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-3673004084055113806</id><published>2009-09-09T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:33:54.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves,,</title><content type='html'>Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-3673004084055113806?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3673004084055113806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3673004084055113806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/3673004084055113806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/loves.html' title='Loves,,'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-7179953478939846188</id><published>2009-09-08T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:00:44.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you know about trust?&lt;br /&gt;And how much do you trust the people around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trust this person that will accomplish a job given to him but ended up he did not do what he was told, can you still trust him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trust this person and share secret with him but ended up he spread the secrets to everyone, can you still trust him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trust this person but in the end he hurt you so bad, can you still trust him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you still trust anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was there when you need help the most?&lt;br /&gt;Who walked away when you needed help?&lt;br /&gt;Who talked about you to other people when you are in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Who spreaded rumours when everyone knows its not true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Trust, how much do you know the person in order to Trust this person?&lt;br /&gt;Is he your friend?&lt;br /&gt;And do everyone trust their friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Look at the people around you..&lt;br /&gt;Are they friends?&lt;br /&gt;Or are they just acquaintance?&lt;br /&gt;Who do we consider as friends?&lt;br /&gt;So.. do you trust them?&lt;br /&gt;Do all friends share secrets?&lt;br /&gt;And if they leak out your secrets, are they still consider as friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends, good friends ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Best friend, trustworthy?&lt;br /&gt;Talking about best friend..&lt;br /&gt;Since its called "BEST" friend, isn't that means that you can only have one "BEST" friend, because he or she is the BEST?&lt;br /&gt;And what about good friends?&lt;br /&gt;Meaning.. closer ones? But not as close as good friends?&lt;br /&gt;So do you know each other well?&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand each other?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there when someone needs help?&lt;br /&gt;Will you share secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Will you leak out their secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Will you talk bad things about your friends behind their back?&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to help them?&lt;br /&gt;So do you trust them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you ever experienced this..&lt;br /&gt;"Suddenly, you feel that you have no friends anymore.."&lt;br /&gt;"Your so-called best friends are against you"&lt;br /&gt;"Your so-called good friends have been talking about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;You feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And there is no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to start from the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;To know your friends again..&lt;br /&gt;to gain back their trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible to trust them again?&lt;br /&gt;how do you know that they wont do the same thing again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a few years to build strong friendship&lt;br /&gt;but it just take one minute to break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a few years to gain trust..&lt;br /&gt;but it just take one second to lose trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho..&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking of random thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;And I find it hard to trust someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes alot of courage to let a person know you..&lt;br /&gt;and after they know you..&lt;br /&gt;you will have the fear of losing them..&lt;br /&gt;probably its just part of a cycle in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we meet different kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;and we make friends.&lt;br /&gt;but as time goes, friends will go in seperate ways..&lt;br /&gt;who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel..&lt;br /&gt;"friends forever" is bullshit when you never make an effort to maintain it..&lt;br /&gt;"keep in touch" is "Blah" when you dont even contact the person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking..&lt;br /&gt;some random thoughts run through my mind again..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i let my mind wander off too far away..&lt;br /&gt;that make me think of weird stuffs and in the end..&lt;br /&gt;i made myself confused.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, still confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-7179953478939846188?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7179953478939846188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7179953478939846188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/7179953478939846188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/trust.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-4584183208941600667</id><published>2009-09-07T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:40:27.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.. my time table...</title><content type='html'>my time table is havoc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Game Theory: 0830 -1130&lt;br /&gt;Microeconomics: 1200-1530&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Abstract Mathematics: 0830 - 1130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Advance Calculus: 1530 - 1830&lt;br /&gt;Advance Linear Algebra: 1530 - 1830&lt;br /&gt;Advance Statistics: 1900 - 2200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I end school so late on wednesday! =(&lt;br /&gt;Luckily thankfully i have no class on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALAL~&lt;br /&gt;I should ask my daddy if i can drive to school on all wednesday! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4584183208941600667?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4584183208941600667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-my-time-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4584183208941600667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4584183208941600667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-my-time-table.html' title='omg.. my time table...'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2239599588214409970</id><published>2009-09-04T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:00:22.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working day</title><content type='html'>Hohoho.. Joan could not wake up today, despite sk giving her 11 miss calls. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. took a cab down to kallang pudding rd, which cost $8.80. Huat ar!&lt;br /&gt;Meet sk, then we head to the office and work.&lt;br /&gt;sticking stickers on the products.&lt;br /&gt;easy job, but my back is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;HAHas..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we went back to Aljunied and makan a little.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to meet LLoYd.&lt;br /&gt;We watched "I love you, beth copper".&lt;br /&gt;Its a funny show tho.. hahas.. had my laugh..&lt;br /&gt;AFter that, we head to Great World City and.. had Ben n jerrys!&lt;br /&gt;Promised him for this treat. haHAhaS~&lt;br /&gt;He is having his exam tmr, so he studied while eating ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;and I was surfing net and reading through study guide for year 2 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;And, i realised. I need to study real hard now.&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont understand a thing that is written there. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter that, I took bus 5 home.&lt;br /&gt;Long ride home.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home, I was feeling really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped by and bought prata. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I haven had dinner.. so.. supper is ok rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 4am.&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGrrrrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream and bite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2239599588214409970?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2239599588214409970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2239599588214409970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2239599588214409970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-day.html' title='Working day'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-2940990912354711874</id><published>2009-09-03T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:43:24.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beesy day.</title><content type='html'>today is a really busy day..&lt;br /&gt;erm.. not really busy, but just made myself occupied with stuffs so i wont anyhow think, but somehw i still manage to anyhow think when i have free time. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at.. 12?&lt;br /&gt;Sk called and offered me a job. its tmr and fri. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna go.. erm.. kallang pudding road? &lt;br /&gt;working at a cosmetic company, helping them to stick stickers.&lt;br /&gt;and its 8 per hour..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna work tmr, from 10am to 4pm..&lt;br /&gt;then gonna head to town!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after i woke up, i went to pack my wardrobe and.. YAYS! i took out alot of clothes for selling at the flea market.&lt;br /&gt;some clothes, i still love them but.. not wearing them and dont know why.. so decided to sell them. but if cannot sell den im gonna take it back! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;packing clothes is super tiring!!&lt;br /&gt;soon it was 5pm, so i rushed for my tuition class. Hohoho.. today i got one question dont know how to do and i completely forgotten about it. Shite. gonna do it tmr. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, i went home for my family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;hees.. my daddy and mummy cooked "minced meat noodles"!&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;after that, i continue packing my clothes, and my sister helped me too.&lt;br /&gt;soon is was 10.30om, so my sister went home. &lt;br /&gt;and poor me, i m left to pack the clothes till like.. erm.. 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;And now.. i am here.. blogging away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which means, its a vegetarian day for me!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;and its my mummy's chinese birthday. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;What a day rite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to sleep.. soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont understand why..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u are nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;and then u ignored me..&lt;br /&gt;and then u talked to me..&lt;br /&gt;and then u ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm... why ar why. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-2940990912354711874?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2940990912354711874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2940990912354711874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/2940990912354711874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Beesy day.'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-4873026355008413238</id><published>2009-09-03T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:33:42.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if..</title><content type='html'>What if...&lt;br /&gt;all the smiles are fake?&lt;br /&gt;all the happiness are not real?&lt;br /&gt;all the truth is fake?&lt;br /&gt;all the things you said to me are lies?&lt;br /&gt;all the promises you made is all bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wonder..&lt;br /&gt;how do we know if people is saying the truth?&lt;br /&gt;and.. how do we know that its 100% truthful?&lt;br /&gt;do they say it by just saying it?&lt;br /&gt;or they say it cos they really mean it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they lie, they say its a "white lie".&lt;br /&gt;so.. did they always use "white lie" as an excuse to lie?&lt;br /&gt;or.. they really told a lie because they dont want bad things to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-4873026355008413238?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4873026355008413238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4873026355008413238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/4873026355008413238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if.html' title='What if..'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-1289212239251713999</id><published>2009-09-02T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:28:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More good things to come</title><content type='html'>Its a great start for my September, and this is making me feel like "hating" august.&lt;br /&gt;Okok.. I don't hate August. =X&lt;br /&gt;First up!&lt;br /&gt;My results,  is not as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;I did not achieve great grades, but I managed to pass and go on to 2nd year.. Its good for me already.&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying to my grandma, and I think she heard me. Hehe.. thanks grandmama..&lt;br /&gt;Then, my employer called me, and I am attached to work at F1 Grandstand!&lt;br /&gt;This was what I wanted when I first went to interview! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;That day when I went to the office for the interview cum training, he told us that there will be a roadshow in F1, and that's the current largest project in the company.&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, yay! F1! Hopefully I get to go..&lt;br /&gt;And.. Tadah! =D&lt;br /&gt;I am contented. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dardar will be back on 19Sep.&lt;br /&gt;And school will be starting soon..&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be starting fresh, again.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;And I have promised myself to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;So everything must go well.&lt;br /&gt;and must go according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I must be a good girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-1289212239251713999?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1289212239251713999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-good-things-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1289212239251713999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/1289212239251713999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-good-things-to-come.html' title='More good things to come'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-8916460423690081738</id><published>2009-09-02T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:48:39.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hugs.</title><content type='html'>is super damn excited about my september.&lt;br /&gt;im so falling in love in september.&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-8916460423690081738?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8916460423690081738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8916460423690081738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/8916460423690081738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hugs.html' title='hugs.'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-6853585690038305136</id><published>2009-09-01T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:45:55.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Results are finally out and i passed them all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now i have a small problem, which is choosing the modules for year 2, and then i realise it may affect year 3. so i have to plan properly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and.. this is what i come out with, and i need opinions! =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foundation Units&lt;br /&gt;1   02 Introduction to Economics  [passed by 2 marks. hohoho]&lt;br /&gt;2   04a Statistics 1 (half unit) [disappointment results..]&lt;br /&gt;     04b Statistics 2 (half unit) [disappointment results..]&lt;br /&gt;3   05a Mathematics 1 (half unit) [well done! hehehe...]&lt;br /&gt;     05b Mathematics 2 (half unit) [LOUSY!!!]&lt;br /&gt;4   Principles of Banking and Finance [YAY I PASSED! HAHA..]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further Units&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Year 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1   66 Microeconomics * (02+05a)&lt;br /&gt;2   117 Advanced Calculus * (half unit) (05a+05b) and&lt;br /&gt;    118 Advanced Linear Algebra * (half unit) (05a+05b)&lt;br /&gt;3  116 Abstract Mathematics * (05a+05b)&lt;br /&gt;4  40 Game theory (half unit) (05a + 05b) (GT)&lt;br /&gt;     133 Advanced statistics: distribution theory (half unit) (04a + 04b) (ASDT)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Year 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1   65 Macroeconomics * (02+05a)&lt;br /&gt;2  120 Mathematical Economics * (05a+05b+66)&lt;br /&gt;3  41 Advanced mathematical analysis (half unit) (05a + 05b + 116) (AMA)&lt;br /&gt;    42 Optimisation theory (half unit) (05a + 05b + 116)(OPT)&lt;br /&gt;4  I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TAKE!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to choose one from the below.....&lt;br /&gt;28 Managerial economics (02+05a) (ME) [sounds interesting and most prob taking this, but i need to know more about this!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 Corporate finance (02+05a) (CF) [i did badly for banking and finance, so am i suitable to take this???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Elements of econometrics (02+04a+05a) (EOE)  [my lecturer say this one is damn difficult and has the highest failure rate. should i take this? hmmmmm....]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so.. my modules are all kinda fixed now.. cant really choose what i want to take first or not because of the 3rd year modules.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-6853585690038305136?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6853585690038305136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6853585690038305136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6853585690038305136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/results.html' title='Results!'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202672914763888549.post-6507259683760106</id><published>2009-09-01T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:45:09.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start</title><content type='html'>September, a new start for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my results and.. i passed everything.&lt;br /&gt;Pass is still a pass, but did not pass well..&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda expected because i have no idea what i wrote on the paper after i handed up my script.&lt;br /&gt;HEhehe~&lt;br /&gt;Plus i didnt not study hard enough for econs and pbf.&lt;br /&gt;ok.. abit disppointed for math and stats tho.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. but its ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;hurray! i can go to yr 2.&lt;br /&gt;So this means that i have to stick to my plans earlier.&lt;br /&gt;which is..&lt;br /&gt;i will choose all morning lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and stay in school to finish up tutorials and make notes..&lt;br /&gt;after that, proceed for my tuition classes and work.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Weekends, rest day! Gonna spend them wisely. =D&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;no more movies on weekdays (I MEAN IT)&lt;br /&gt;k box sessions reduce to.......... once... every... 2 months! (OMG I MEAN IT TOO!)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;needa save money also. hohoho..&lt;br /&gt;I should.. kick off my singing habit. its expensive. lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2am and i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up too late today..&lt;br /&gt;cant blame me.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i hope next month wont be that bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202672914763888549-6507259683760106?l=joanwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6507259683760106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6507259683760106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202672914763888549/posts/default/6507259683760106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-start.html' title='A new start'/><author><name>joanniee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07897941513501899418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
