<?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-7808601</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:57:44.318+12:00</updated><category term='Joaning'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Work'/><category term='uni'/><category term='Apartment 10'/><category term='Joanie and Friends'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Apartment 3A'/><title type='text'>Idiosyncrasy</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life-it's the most exciting, most arousing, most stimulating, most sexy, most beautiful, most cool, most complex, most intelligent, most depressing, most boring, most ironic, most retarded, most lifeless, most radical, most satisfying,most interesting and I love it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>410</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-2384720097574141681</id><published>2010-04-29T22:17:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:21:08.096+12:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert feelings*</title><content type='html'>I am just SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a mixture of angry, stupid, ridiculous. STUPID STUPID STUPID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I am just speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2384720097574141681?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2384720097574141681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2384720097574141681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2384720097574141681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2384720097574141681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2010/04/insert-feelings.html' title='*insert feelings*'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-2394890187070019281</id><published>2010-04-26T22:17:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:29:32.874+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of nowhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I was an workaholic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I would work day and night and not think about anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I will have lots and lots of money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I will be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464391208888843666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/S9Vq2leWPZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cX8munnL7oc/s320/DSCF3332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2394890187070019281?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2394890187070019281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2394890187070019281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2394890187070019281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2394890187070019281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2010/04/middle-of-nowhere.html' title='Middle of nowhere.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/S9Vq2leWPZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cX8munnL7oc/s72-c/DSCF3332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-952268102210360856</id><published>2010-04-22T22:22:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:40:15.991+12:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know, I'm not dead yet.</title><content type='html'>It has been a year and ninety-four days since I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hundred and fifty-nine days to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, nothing much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe so much has changed til I can't keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, just to fill you in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started working. Intially, I hated the idea but I like it there. I know there are days when I go KABOOM because everyone annoys me but then again, there are days when everything just clicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still staying at the same place. Hating the manager but liking my flatmates. I think they are the ones that get me through the day and so does Botak (of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe one major change would be the clothes that I buy. Its bad. I don't even go into supre or glassons or cotton on or just jeans. Karen Walker, Kate Sylvester, Marc Jacobs, Ruby and the list goes on and on. I can't help it I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Fyfy. FYF93 to be exact. My baby. Nothing fancy just how I like it. She's small, cute, cozy, can't see the head whenever I'm driving, smooth and she's simply gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, after a year of working, I have decided to study. Yes, I am going back to uni/college, whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now. Goodnight you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-952268102210360856?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/952268102210360856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=952268102210360856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/952268102210360856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/952268102210360856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-so-you-know-im-not-dead-yet.html' title='just so you know, I&apos;m not dead yet.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-7113822800706395118</id><published>2009-01-18T23:44:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:50:08.977+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SXMIvbhfKUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L-HmCfbv84I/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292583598025550146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SXMIvbhfKUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L-HmCfbv84I/s400/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a beautiful day, but I'm stuck inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at this screen, working 9-5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I hate this job, coz the days do drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They work me like a dog, and the moneys bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheer up cheer up, don't be blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget it's hometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll make it through another working day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a holiday with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working everyday for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at my watch, for the millionth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days go slow, and then the evenings fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm outta this place, and the days been won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going out with my friends, I'm hanging out in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheer up cheer up, don't be blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget it's hometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll make it through another working day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a holiday with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working everyday for the weekend.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292584107829803794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SXMJNGsSuxI/AAAAAAAAAng/qIvKej0R81w/s200/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7113822800706395118?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7113822800706395118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7113822800706395118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7113822800706395118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7113822800706395118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-day.html' title='Holy Day.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SMKXss5tH0U/SXMIvbhfKUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L-HmCfbv84I/s72-c/DSC00413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-7128126283767680670</id><published>2009-01-18T23:14:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:23:09.268+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment 3A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>No heels.</title><content type='html'>I've got one word to sum up for today: C.R.A.Z.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292575347992578754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SXMBPNwWSsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/e67q_7KvJKc/s400/0080188_antenna_topper_spongebob_squarepants_confused_ball_crazy_eyed_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bananas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;St.Lukes was a mad place to be. No wonder they never put a smile on their faces. And they did not wear red. Why no red? This was the first time I've sold so many sunglasses and even bvlgari ones. Another Chanel was put on hold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came home feeling lethargic and solemn. But my energy regenerated after dinner and a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One good thing about today: Fish is cooking tomorrow. :P &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(even though she cooks almost every day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7128126283767680670?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7128126283767680670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7128126283767680670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7128126283767680670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7128126283767680670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-heels.html' title='No heels.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SXMBPNwWSsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/e67q_7KvJKc/s72-c/0080188_antenna_topper_spongebob_squarepants_confused_ball_crazy_eyed_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-3781106570312266247</id><published>2009-01-14T23:53:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:58:20.824+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>let's do the things we normally do.</title><content type='html'>I had the longest time at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transformation took me the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP and VC will be going back tomorrow morning. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its four to twelve and I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the beach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3781106570312266247?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3781106570312266247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3781106570312266247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3781106570312266247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3781106570312266247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-do-things-we-normally-do.html' title='let&apos;s do the things we normally do.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-1053329731354181985</id><published>2009-01-10T20:30:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:40:42.148+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Sunnies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I admit it. I have been very naughty today. But all the evil-ness inside of me should be cancelled out by the one good thing that I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help myself. The English man bought my favourite sunnies. And now I'm left with the little one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the evil part of me took that little one home. :P &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289565181188977858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SWhPgckLNMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UBDQpJvJI0g/s400/AG2002140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its so pretty isn't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah I know I have an awful taste for sunglasses, but I am really in love with them, even though everyone (except for Rebec and Adela) thinks its UGLY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rebec did something really bad as well. And I've got ONE word for you: C-H-A-N-E-L. And I'm not saying anymore than that. :P (nah, I'm just making myself better).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...so what cancelled out all the evil-ness? I found an AMERICAN VISA card.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think its american&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Or so it seemed. It was lying in my cubicle. The toilet I mean. I picked it up, and...initially I thought, hmm, maybe I could use this to buy my WayFarer, but then my halo appeared and I decided to give it to the customer service centre in Westfield. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, all of my evil-ness cancelled out right? But why did it still rain? :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1053329731354181985?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1053329731354181985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1053329731354181985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1053329731354181985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1053329731354181985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunnies.html' title='Sunnies.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SWhPgckLNMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UBDQpJvJI0g/s72-c/AG2002140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4946828492674957771</id><published>2009-01-05T23:32:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:41:15.715+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>I caught myself.</title><content type='html'>I threw away the list. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought a fat santa for me keys/cell phone/purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to differ another year for Honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chabs, Fish, and Ed are coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday SP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are over - it's time to work my ass off til February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's work on saturday and sunday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4946828492674957771?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4946828492674957771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4946828492674957771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4946828492674957771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4946828492674957771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-caught-myself.html' title='I caught myself.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-1749658943929378038</id><published>2009-01-01T02:24:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:38:57.255+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaning'/><title type='text'>Advantages and Disadvantages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285944915925103938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SVty5Rf_dUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/N0Fxh60rPqQ/s400/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When too many doors open, and you can't make up your mind...can we just &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt; and not think about it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;never think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's in our home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll learn to hate me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still call me baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So call me by my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And save your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Save your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you're too far gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before nothing can be done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll try to decide when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She'll lie in the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't got no fight in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In this whole damn world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell you to hold off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You choose to hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the one thing that I've known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once I put my coat on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm coming out in this all wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's standing outside holding me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saying oh please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl save your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go on save your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before it's too far gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And before nothing can be done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause without me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1749658943929378038?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1749658943929378038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1749658943929378038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1749658943929378038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1749658943929378038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2009/01/advantages-and-disadvantages.html' title='Advantages and Disadvantages.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SMKXss5tH0U/SVty5Rf_dUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/N0Fxh60rPqQ/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-5643057466843690637</id><published>2008-12-16T22:16:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:26:01.445+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaning'/><title type='text'>Believe. Me.</title><content type='html'>As we were looking up in the dark starry sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for a split second, we saw a &lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&amp;objectid=10548075"&gt;meteor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days ago, we thought it was just a blown-out firework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After twenty-one years of looking up at the sky, I finally saw a meteor. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5643057466843690637?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5643057466843690637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5643057466843690637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5643057466843690637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5643057466843690637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/12/believe-me.html' title='Believe. Me.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-4491773561400229381</id><published>2008-12-07T23:34:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:58:05.499+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanie and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Blue Blue Skies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276998932486802098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/STuqkgL9yrI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cMLpLJl37X4/s200/DSC00412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;My Saturday passed slowly. Gerardo said that I didn't need to work. So I had the whole weekend to myself. By 11 in the morning, Chabo and I went to New Market. We had lunch with Ed at this used-to-be $6.00 No.1 BBQ place. (but now its $8.00) :( Chabo and I tried on heaps of expensive, designer-made clothes! I tried on a thousand over dollar Sass and Bide dress. It was a tutu kind and it had all the wonderful colours on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously it wasn't worth it. So we hoped onto another store and tried on and on and on...It was tiring but worthwhile. We ended the night at Ed's place, making smoothies and milk shakes while watching X-files. Not as scary as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work over the week was pretty light. Debbie, Richard and Melinda are really nice. They helped me out a lot. And I really like it there. I'm starting to grasp the idea of my project. I am doing my own cell culture now (exciting!), and playing with electronic pipettes and aspirators. :P Now, I'm wondering if I could partake in this project after my studentship - if I'm too engrossed in it. Tomorrow is the beginning of the new week. And Debbie told me that Week #2 would be more challenging from the first one. On Friday, I planned and organized my experiments and my list of things to do over the second week. Working with Debbie makes me feel so organized! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was walking through the Domain...and I found a christmas tree at one corner of the field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276998738771314978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/STuqZOimCSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/U4jK1bpPask/s400/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I can't wait for Christmas in the park! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all, I can't wait for Christmas itself! Debbie invited me to the Cooper's group BBQ lunch. And then there's the SBS Races lunch, and also OPSM lone star dinner. All of these just for christmas! So exciting. Nice food~ YUM~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait! I'm just going to leave you with a few pictures of the domain...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276999812042495042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/STurXsyYlEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gO9VvpxVFMg/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000111008398242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/STurpGhaO6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/xSo_3a66OfE/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000274165901618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/STurymVMKTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hOisy0pD6Mk/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4491773561400229381?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4491773561400229381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4491773561400229381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4491773561400229381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4491773561400229381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-blue-skies.html' title='Blue Blue Skies...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/STuqkgL9yrI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cMLpLJl37X4/s72-c/DSC00412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-5758457746675759523</id><published>2008-12-01T00:03:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:28:15.500+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanie and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Before I jump off to bed.</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how the weekend can pass by so fast. One moment you're eating Dominos and a turkey drumstick, the next you're at a Santa parade and eating love a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on saturday passed by pretty fast. A Hongkie customer secretly came up to me and told me that he wanted to pay for his gf's Chanel glasses. It was about $600~ There were no thieves, no weird KFC man who shouts at you if you didn't tie his shoe laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our Saturday night at ed's place eating Dominos and a roasted turkey drumstick. After dinner, we potato-coached and watched Enemy of the States on TV2, while eating cookies and cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTE: MUST READ JOURNALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, we sun baked ourselves to see the Santa Parade! After that we went to see Chabo's new place. Very nice. Very big. Beautiful view. The only flaw is: the sliding door for the bathroom. Also, there isn't a power plug port(?) in there. Ok, so there are two flaws. But its better than three. But still...its adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTE: MUST READ JOURNALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Love a Duck. My deep fried tofu was the best! Second to the tofu was the egg plant. Look at me, I'm eating healthy food! Veges! Veges! Veges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how we ended the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since the night was still young, I had to force myself to READ JOURNALS. It has been stuck in my head since...the end of my finals. Unfortunately, I only picked a couple of journals, and I didn't manage to finish them. Oh oh, but I finished one. Maybe its because its just two pages long, unlike the other which are about 20 pages long. Awwwoooooga~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm writing to tell you that I AM TIRED OF READING ABOUT AMYLIN. Well I am not tired tired. But I just want to watch movies and relax, kick back those shoes and watch Penelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTE: MUST READ JOURNALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to bed. BTW, I'm reading journals now because I have to see my Debbie tomorrow. So basically I'm screwed. SO much for wanting to impress her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5758457746675759523?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5758457746675759523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5758457746675759523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5758457746675759523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5758457746675759523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-i-jump-off-to-bed.html' title='Before I jump off to bed.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-7328308263972566058</id><published>2008-11-28T19:41:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:50:39.252+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanie and Friends'/><title type='text'>On my way down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I was on my way to uni today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I would take note of my left and rights before jay walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, while I was stuck on an island, awaiting for the cars to pass by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Low and behold, I saw a Korean guy waving at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: KOREAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Personally, I do not have a lot of Han guo ren friends, and the only thought that popped into my head was because there were a few Korean guys/girls (don't matter, they look the same) behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when approaching to this so called Korean guy, I saw CICAK! And BAM! It hit me, it was Naichen all along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I was on my way to uni today, I laughed at that thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korean. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273596936492205362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SS-UeRg0xTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DCWQpRudWq0/s400/DSCF1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7328308263972566058?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7328308263972566058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7328308263972566058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7328308263972566058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7328308263972566058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-my-way-down.html' title='On my way down...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SS-UeRg0xTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DCWQpRudWq0/s72-c/DSCF1444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-5970409709123580871</id><published>2008-11-28T01:19:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:07:05.597+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanie and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>MYOB</title><content type='html'>I always tell myself not to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just zip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, my lips just unzip and there I go wishing that I didn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes it worse, and I don't know how to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tough to swallow my own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just mind your own business for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, it is official, I will be graduating next year, early May. And you'll see me in my regalia taking (hopefully) heaps of pictures of myself. Its not a crime being vain for just one day, right? Unless its addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to start applying for my graduate visa and my own graduation (weird isn't it?). I have to go through a few steps on nDeva, and hopefully I will succeed in applying for it. And there's also the regalia, and the parents. And of course, the job. Which is a real biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I'll be starting my studentship. Scary. Nervous. Worried. But, with fingers crossed, Debbie won't be such a meanie. British people are usually nice right? However, there's always the exceptions. That reminds me, I have to give her a ring tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we're expecting the Christmas parade on Queen St. :D I will bring my trusty camera along and we can take heaps of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then...I will leave you with a picture taken from Chia Yee's farewell @ daikoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273314573042391330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SS6TqjsVGSI/AAAAAAAAAew/i62tCQgQxz0/s400/DSCF1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Edit**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truth be told, I blog to procrastinate. Who doesn't do such a thing. But I blog because I want to apologize, but in reality, my pride doesn't allow me to do so. Ergo, I bury my thoughts here, I apologize to anonymous people, I furiously write about my angst, and I create confusion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About procrastination. I am suppossed to read this 25 page journal, but eventually I chose to tidy up my table, clear the rubbish, clean my dirty pot, arrange my books, put back the missing pages, clear my drawers, calculate the amount of money I owe people and how much they owe me, clear my lotion/medicine compartment, clean the fridge, take out the mouldy (yes we have mouldy) food, sort my sationeries, think of what to eat tomorrow, upload pictures on facebook, reply the walls, tag photos, comment on them, shower, and here I am ...blogging. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And at the top of my things-to-do-list: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;READ THE ARTICLES!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5970409709123580871?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5970409709123580871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5970409709123580871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5970409709123580871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5970409709123580871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/11/myob.html' title='MYOB'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SS6TqjsVGSI/AAAAAAAAAew/i62tCQgQxz0/s72-c/DSCF1598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-8582739111924547863</id><published>2008-11-13T21:33:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:52:21.781+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Just say you'll stay forever</title><content type='html'>Mum: I bought another remote control for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remote control? Hmm, who knew..she was talking about the gate remote control. I can't put my finger around it...what do we usually call it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. I am not home 90% of the year, and yet she still manages to get me another set of the remote for the gate. She made me a cake for my birthday this year. And they ate it on that day. And she made mooncakes in September, obviously I had my share, but someone gobbled it up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinical Manifestations of chronic liver damage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spider angiomas/nevi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fibrosis and erythema of the palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Caput Medusae - Portal hypertension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jaundice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fetor hepaticus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ankle oedema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Asterixis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Testicular atropy and loss of pubic hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8582739111924547863?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8582739111924547863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8582739111924547863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8582739111924547863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8582739111924547863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-say-youll-stay-forever.html' title='Just say you&apos;ll stay forever'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3713088260512832152</id><published>2008-11-13T14:58:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:07:28.964+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>My last day...</title><content type='html'>The anticipation is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I study, the more I feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I will staying in Tab until 31st Dec. Saving the trouble of moving twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow we're going SHOPPING!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...Heaven! I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wq and Sp cooked Chik Kut Teh last Tuesday, and Vc 'slaughtered' the tembikai. So YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267955948014462850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRuKBh3O54I/AAAAAAAAAeo/weWF3T3rahA/s400/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we ended up with this photo...disturbing? Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3713088260512832152?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3713088260512832152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3713088260512832152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3713088260512832152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3713088260512832152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-last-day.html' title='My last day...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRuKBh3O54I/AAAAAAAAAeo/weWF3T3rahA/s72-c/DSC00393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1209560247153948717</id><published>2008-11-09T23:59:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:32:43.402+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanie and Friends'/><title type='text'>Whatever's left of me...</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would live to tell the tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its all over! Well, not all of it though, just three quarter of it. But still! Three exams in a row isn't the perfect way to end university. So, for now, I am over and done with Molecular and Cellular Regulation, Computer Science and Cancer Biology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last one would be a bitch. Pathology. And Nuala isn't making it any easier for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, exams aside, so after locking myself in my room for days, I celebrated my freedom with friends. Ah...nothing could ever go wrong with that. TKC, Jace, Botak and I went to Blush. Do you remember the people working at Hulu Cat last year? Anyway, the manager sold off Hulu Cat and decided to open a Restaurant cum Bar - BLUSH! The food was over-priced. But he managed to turn the whole place into...something different. Remember the Thai restaurant called Thong Toong? That's where Blush is. It does look dodgy from the outside, but the interior and the ambience...totally different! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266616146411105202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbHez8rq7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/R6BkFALxShk/s320/DSCF1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266616155213394594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbHfUvT8qI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yN_MY64YHzI/s320/DSCF1390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we took a trip to Foodtown just for toilet paper. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266616678091238834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbH9wnGrbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/D-tifBS7YNc/s320/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266616689270538114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbH-aQdP4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/2DPIMY6MQyE/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266616689594851170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbH-bdx32I/AAAAAAAAAd4/2jMAcAZtto4/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266617331718400226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbIjzj9qOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CMeu8gDlZQw/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After Foodtown, Botak and I dropped Jace and TKC off at princeton, and off we went to Empire. We kicked off our shoes and made ourselves at home with a glass of 10year in our hands, while watching the poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618227056402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbJX69LYWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eAoJlwv-Ys4/s320/DSC00388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266617336066368850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbIkDwmZVI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/C1MZ4opRSlw/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266617342088099426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbIkaMStmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U9vfEzG1VoI/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with this photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to get 12 hours of sleep today! And to end my celebration, I made...chocolate muffins~ Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612705139345570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbEWgNjyKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vCJZ13-cbWU/s320/DSCF1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612709388939874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbEWwCvcmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zYczsmLuWXI/s320/DSCF1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to get to bed. And start cramming for Patho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1209560247153948717?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1209560247153948717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1209560247153948717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1209560247153948717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1209560247153948717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatevers-left-of-me.html' title='Whatever&apos;s left of me...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRbHez8rq7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/R6BkFALxShk/s72-c/DSCF1389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4436266787756535616</id><published>2008-11-07T20:22:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:38:28.250+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>addicted to katy perry</title><content type='html'>This is it. The Third One. Imminent. And I'm barely waving my white flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265816412555042978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRPwILLD4KI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GlpHk-r1Ez4/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Under my umbe...rella..ella...ella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4436266787756535616?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4436266787756535616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4436266787756535616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4436266787756535616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4436266787756535616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/11/addicted-to-katy-perry.html' title='addicted to katy perry'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SRPwILLD4KI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GlpHk-r1Ez4/s72-c/DSC00347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-688717075139480373</id><published>2008-11-04T20:19:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:57:29.680+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment 10'/><title type='text'>Ignoring all detours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I met this girl a few days ago. Hang on, scratch that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met this annoying girl a &lt;b&gt;WEEK&lt;/b&gt; ago. She came up from Otago and was supposed to sit for her interviews in Auckland. So the big question is: How do I know her? Well well, she is Janice's friend from God knows some weird part of China. And for some absurd reason she has decided to stay in our apartment. My sanctuary. My crib. My TURF!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now it has all been taken away from me. F^%#ing B*tch! Probably I was exaggerating, maybe she hasn't taken anything away from me. But she is so friggin annoying, so naggy, so jkasdhcjklashkdcjh. RAWR!! And since I have to put up with HER, I decided to go over to uni to eat/study/shower/sleep - ok, there I go again, exaggerating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she comes into our apartment and CONTROLS everything. She CLAIMS that Rebec is her sister and always tell her she loves her... yadayadayada. But Rebec (Such a horrible person) forces herself to say "I love you too?". This chinese girl has the guts to complain about our food, our lifestyle, our clothes, our MILK, when to study, and when to eat, when to sleep, when to shower. I mean she even complains whenever I go to gym. WHat is so wrong about going to gym? Gym is healthy. Gym is good. Studying at home for the whole freaking day is bad. Have you never heard of exercise? OMG I feel like slapping her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday she left to Gisborne for a night, and so Rebec and I had the best time ever! And then she came back to today. Such a kill joy. Anyway this anal bitch starts complaining about how smelly Rebec's clothes are (well personally I have never smelt them, so I do not know) and they look like RUBBISH and she starts wearing them as well. So after dinner I brought out ice-cream to have some dessert, and she told me off with her stupid chinese accent "AH...now eating dessert so fast ah?". So I asked, what's wrong with eating desserts after dinner? She said that I'll get diarrhoea afterwards. HELLO, I have been eating desserts straight after dinner EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. And no I do not have diarrhoea. I popped the popsicle into my mouth and devaoured it. Go home already you horrible Chinese WOMAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bright side about this whole post is that she is going to work in GISBORNE!!! WOOHOO!! Thank God! Honestly, I would so go sjkhdcjahsd if she was offered a job here. So yes, I am filled with content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW I am writing using HTML. Hah, I'm getting the hang of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-688717075139480373?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/688717075139480373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=688717075139480373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/688717075139480373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/688717075139480373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/11/ignoring-all-detours.html' title='Ignoring all detours'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-9069267945834757339</id><published>2008-10-30T12:18:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:57:47.740+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>and you think I came unprepared...</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for SUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should YOU stay over summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because I will be here. (I should put up a sign: Please do not abandon me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Botak, Edward, Rebec and Daniel will be staying as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yesterday Sp updated me informing me that Wee Chin will be staying as well. And therefore Sp should stay as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We can celebrate Chabo's and Wenqin's birthday - because we never celebrate both! And its Chabs 21st this year...therefore we should so celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We can wear our summer clothes and jandals and sunglasses. And shop more for summer clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We can go swimming in the beaches until sunsets, which would be around 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One word: PICNIC! Summer is such a great time for picnic. Our last picnic wasn't really picnic-ish. So we should do it again...and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. YOU can get a summer job and get RICH! Not like the ones in Malaysia where they exploit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We can go for road trips/play tennis/go hiking/tramping/camping!! See so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least, when you stay here over summer we all can have a Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are more reasons...but I need to get lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-9069267945834757339?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/9069267945834757339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=9069267945834757339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/9069267945834757339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/9069267945834757339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-you-think-i-came-unprepared.html' title='and you think I came unprepared...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-8693672359793459769</id><published>2008-10-26T18:45:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:14:25.471+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>I drive a vegetable car</title><content type='html'>Uni ended TWO days ago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hand me a dozen flowers by May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it, I convinced myself. But I doubt if its working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready for whatever you have planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh who am I kiding. I am not ready. I just need a sense of reassurance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so bored of this topic. It just sickens me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261379753043541698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQtAmiXvsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/R3WQ9Fje5hk/s320/DSCF1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mary. Ha Na. Charly. And Turban Girl. I never got her name. I know shameful as it may seem, I've been with her for three years!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261381057578095346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQuMiTpUvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tU3QKbhWUQM/s320/DSCF1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mary showing me the old man face. You wouldn't want to see the oldman version of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261381055798842194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQuMbrcE1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/fo0GU9cTjyE/s320/DSCF1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yeap this is how empty our lecture is. Lewis lecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261381049675947378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQuME3oHXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/EV_0t8XYoQ8/s320/DSCF1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Th classic, one and only, Brian. He's my gossip girl buddy. :P &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261382463720864146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQveYmNOZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZlCMHf4mwng/s320/DSCF1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yami (my guitar hero rock star!) and Evan (who sleeps in class and always starts off with "Joan are you ok?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261382471977841698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQve3W0tCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/l48QrVHgmok/s320/DSCF1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Charly (you wouldn't even want to know. Heh). Christa (hoho, Cracuum-reading-while-lecturer teaching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261382479366967954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQvfS4h0pI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gv94e_sbr-Y/s320/DSCF1223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wendys. With Botak. Oh I love my wendys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess everyone's sick and tired of the so called future. I'll be missing uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I would like to inform you what I will be doing over the summer. Just so that you wouldn't think less of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago, Fish mentioned to me about the summer studentship. Initially I couldn't be bothered applying for such nonsense. Because I didn't think my intellectual span was sufficient, and I could barely talk to lecturers, I scheduled my flight to go back on the 25th of November. obviously there were way too many negative forces coming my way. So basically my first instinct was HELL NO. But after Fish informed me about the upcoming project...I contemplated. Its afterall my last year of uni, and I might not get this opportunity anymore. And might as well give it a shot. If I get it then that's good. But if I didn't manage to get it, then so be it. I can change my flight ticket if I get it. And SO I decided to give it a try. (I'm sure you all know what the outcome is) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously no one knew that I was applying for it except for Fish (obviously), Botak, rebec and mum. I didn't announce my participation because I didn't want to embarass myself in front of hundreds (yes~ That is how many people I know). So it was in secrecy. Before the closing date, I remembered listening to students who were telling people around that they were applying for the studentship with so and so. Honestly, sometimes I wish I had their confidence. Well obviously they managed to get it. And so did I. But I guess I was lucky - even though I don't think my lecturer is as good as Christina Buchanan. Debbie Hay. That is her name. I am working on amylin which is a diabetic treatment. And I'm starting work on the 1st of Dec, and I will be working on it for 10 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will come back. Mum wants to see how Fat I've grown (jokes!). But yeah...I'm glad Fish managed to 'brain-wash' me into applying. Well she didn't brain-wash me. She isn't that good. (heh) She just inspired me. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will have Brian, Mary, Rebec and hopefully (with fingers crossed) Chabo and Botak with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe my uni drama isn't ending yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til then... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261387181144171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQzw-XkZAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0HkMgcM12Xw/s320/DSCF1252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261387174389861906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQzwlNNzhI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7HTIjVwunc8/s320/DSCF1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8693672359793459769?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8693672359793459769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8693672359793459769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8693672359793459769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8693672359793459769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-drive-vegetable-car.html' title='I drive a vegetable car'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SQQtAmiXvsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/R3WQ9Fje5hk/s72-c/DSCF1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1322416398239774088</id><published>2008-10-21T22:51:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:12:39.532+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving you with the wrong impression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I feel good about tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've got only ONE class~ huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ONE. Yi. Uno. Satu. Tahi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;See, five languages just for a single digit number.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And there won't be any COMPSCI classes. And NO LABS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;NO LABS! Ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The COMPSCI Lab ended really early today. I guess the Jamaican and Kiwi tutor thought that it was time for their chics to fly away from their nests and be independent. So Botak and I had lunch at the engineering cafe. Then I wanted hot chocolate so badly...so Botak bought a cup for me. YUM~ We had an hour and a half left before Pathology started. When we finally reached home, I collapsed on the couch and slept. I have been so lethargic lately, and honestly...I've been running out of reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aiya, this is getting nowhere! Fine I didn't do anything for the whole day...I surrender~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Get me another cuppa and I shall destroy my white flag and persist!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259546657216597346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SP2p0Yb9DWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6aOpJW9AGeE/s320/DSCF0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sunshine Coast! Where we all hail for sunshine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1322416398239774088?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1322416398239774088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1322416398239774088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1322416398239774088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1322416398239774088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaving-you-with-wrong-impression.html' title='Leaving you with the wrong impression.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SMKXss5tH0U/SP2p0Yb9DWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6aOpJW9AGeE/s72-c/DSCF0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4409816688322342936</id><published>2008-10-20T21:30:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:50:00.319+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Kitty Kitty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let's spill some beans...shall we?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Did you know that your best friend is actually in love with your boyfriend? And both of you don't even have a clue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Did you know that they were actually hiding their marriage?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Did you know that she lies about how much she eats!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Did you know that he never loved you, it was just out of desperation. And now he's regretting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Did you know that he lied about where he came from.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did you know that he is a pervert! Yes he is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Did you know that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ah forget about it. There's just too much information!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Overload!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Honestly, I know too much. Its not that I want to know. It's just waiting there for me to know. "Here kitty, kitty..." and then WHAM! more information comes in. And in your tiny little brain, there's a section for everyone. Like a random guy walking down Queen St, and you know his profile from the top of his head to the bottom of his soles. It is freaky! I know! How much can you know about a person?? Perhaps...too much?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;FOCUS on your own life Joan. Stop stalking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But honestly I am NOT stalking. I am no where near stalking. Sometimes its just out of curiousity. SERIOUSLY! and sometimes the information just smacks you right in your face! And you can't help it. So you just accomodate the useless information, and use for future references.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There...I've said it! This has got to stop!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259155316203370594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPxF5VjouGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/CCnE6xO5-uE/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See so nice right the KIAP-ED bread. Rebec made it for me when I had to stay overnight for my 353 I think. This Rebec...making me fat...and happy. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4409816688322342936?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4409816688322342936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4409816688322342936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4409816688322342936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4409816688322342936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here Kitty Kitty...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPxF5VjouGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/CCnE6xO5-uE/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-3777145566636710541</id><published>2008-10-16T23:37:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:13:09.429+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During tea time, Rebecca and I would turn on the laptop and watch Ugly Betty. Ah yes, the big bushy haired secretary that never fails to smile with her adult braces. This misprized tv show is starting to get annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And before Betty Suarez, we used to watch Grey's Anatomy. My life depended on it. Sad to say Grey's have and had substituted Gimore Girls. I still watch Gilmore Girls though - over and over again. And fyi, I have not watched the finale. I know it has been a year since their final season. Time will come until I have the guts to say Goodbye to Rory and Farewell to Lorelai, and of course, how can we ever forget...Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh after Grey's, I found Gossip Girl! Don't tell him I told you this, but I actually found it in my brother's harddrive. High school drama, west side, scandalism, the bitchy-ness, the arrogance, the crown jewel. Too much for high school. BaD BaD influence for kids. However the plauditory viewers loved it. Ba da Bing! 5/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I know my TV show archives are not in chronicle order, but please bear with me. I'm at my last one because I need to dry my hair and hopefully read a bit of 111, and sleep. But I think I'll skip "and hopefully read a bit of 111". Ok last but not least....*drum roll* Big Bang Theory. I will literally slap your face if you despise it. It is a work of art. Leonard, Sheldon, Wolowitz, Koothrapalli, who could actually make up such a name. Well Leonard and Sheldon are both exceptions but W and K? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1433588/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sheldon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;: [on the phone] This is Doctor Sheldon Cooper. Yeah, I need to cancel my membership to the Planetarium... Well I'm sorry too, but there's just no room for you in my wallet... Yeah, I understand, but it was between you and the Museum of Natural History, and frankly, you don't have dinosaurs... Well I'll miss you too. Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There IS more. But the melatonin is getting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh and ice wine. YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3777145566636710541?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3777145566636710541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3777145566636710541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3777145566636710541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3777145566636710541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-6501561209052303589</id><published>2008-10-15T21:21:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:34:10.173+13:00</updated><title type='text'>EDREA CHUA NING WEI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is a very special day for my very special friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not everyday you turn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I am so surprised that I can still remember your chinese name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257295179617156786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPWqHIx0PrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zx--AKPBgBk/s320/KIF_1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Please don't kill me for putting this picture. You deserve a picture with your eyes closed and you eating*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257294921873541154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPWp4Im8yCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Q3fUyLn-zcg/s320/KIF_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPWpoIBULQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vO1JV-krsJg/s1600-h/KIF_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257294646837783810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPWpoIBULQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vO1JV-krsJg/s320/KIF_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Missing you heaps! Have a good birthday Drea! I hope I get back soon and see you guys...wherever you guys might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-6501561209052303589?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/6501561209052303589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=6501561209052303589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6501561209052303589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6501561209052303589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/edrea-chua-ning-wei.html' title='EDREA CHUA NING WEI'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPWqHIx0PrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zx--AKPBgBk/s72-c/KIF_1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-5325597166340985229</id><published>2008-10-13T22:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:21:02.446+13:00</updated><title type='text'>But I still hate you!</title><content type='html'>haha! TKC Cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towel Head Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5325597166340985229?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5325597166340985229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5325597166340985229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5325597166340985229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5325597166340985229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-i-still-hate-you.html' title='But I still hate you!'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-6931751625988361838</id><published>2008-10-13T21:04:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:15:50.866+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so dead to me.</title><content type='html'>RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid shithead! Gr!! Should glue a tennis ball in your mouth then you'd shut up forEVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you!! you dumbass!! I don't want to look at you...so despicable! ROAR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think my life revolves around you? Bloody hell! Die DiE DIE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assinine worthless JUNK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate you all!! Hate! Hate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256549049345011634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPMDgo6gb7I/AAAAAAAAAao/UcO8eFdXwiU/s320/angrydonaldbrownmiddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-6931751625988361838?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/6931751625988361838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=6931751625988361838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6931751625988361838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6931751625988361838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-so-dead-to-me.html' title='You&apos;re so dead to me.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SPMDgo6gb7I/AAAAAAAAAao/UcO8eFdXwiU/s72-c/angrydonaldbrownmiddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-3185048273307445936</id><published>2008-10-09T03:09:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:16:52.795+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination? NEVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Its 3.09 in the morning, and I finally finished my 353 lab assignment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yes, I have been procrastinating. Its very bad of me. But I couldn't get my head around it. And I felt so...oh what's that word...LAZY? But the good thing is that its due on Friday, and I'm handing it in tomorrow. See, I'm not a last minute person. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Considering the fact that I didn't do all the thinking (Thanks fish~ I love you!!!), I'm still so happy that I'm done and over with it. Now all I need to do is print it and hand it in tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254785776253503634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOy_0oxdiJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wt94xGPiTiM/s320/DSCF0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But the worst part is that I have two reports coming in, and one of them is due next week. And there's the stupid 353 test which is in two days. Last test for the year. Last test forever?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And don't forget...the EXAMS. Oh the HORROR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm hungry. Joan needs to look for food and sleep. Hopefully I'll drag myself out of bed tomorrow for the tutorial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3185048273307445936?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3185048273307445936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3185048273307445936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3185048273307445936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3185048273307445936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastination-never.html' title='Procrastination? NEVER.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOy_0oxdiJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wt94xGPiTiM/s72-c/DSCF0850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-9009973732666508699</id><published>2008-10-07T20:38:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:09:21.639+13:00</updated><title type='text'>To eat or not to eat - that is never the question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I never thought I would say this but, Programming is sooo much fun! Its entertaining, interesting, challenging, and painfully disturbing. Oh I love Python!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Three cups of hot chocolate made Joan a happy little &lt;em&gt;budak&lt;/em&gt;, relative to yesterday. Yes its insane, but they kept me going on. I had a packed schedule today, but with cocoa in my stomach, nothing could bring me down. I feel so happyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I think maybe the plethoric amount of cocoa that I took went over the threshold.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After emptying my bladder, I think I have lost all my ooomph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254320382046197746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOsYjIP1V_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u0mUIzNXods/s200/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And once again, I am enervated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-9009973732666508699?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/9009973732666508699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=9009973732666508699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/9009973732666508699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/9009973732666508699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-eat-or-not-to-eat-that-is-never.html' title='To eat or not to eat - that is never the question.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOsYjIP1V_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u0mUIzNXods/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-7011328889168094238</id><published>2008-10-06T19:21:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:28:10.261+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer me up, thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today  is one of those day when…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253923187079707218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOmvTVsS-lI/AAAAAAAAAaI/LG97XmyD6pg/s320/sad+pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;…Fluoxetine would do me justice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7011328889168094238?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7011328889168094238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7011328889168094238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7011328889168094238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7011328889168094238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheer-me-up-thank-you.html' title='Cheer me up, thank you.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOmvTVsS-lI/AAAAAAAAAaI/LG97XmyD6pg/s72-c/sad+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4590082518203330162</id><published>2008-10-06T01:24:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:32:14.058+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Again and Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;29th of September was a really special day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so was the rebonding day on Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Singstar + Buzz + Burger King + junk food at 4 am in the morning made Joan wasted but yet still sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I like singstar. Let's do it again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253646211657085010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOizZP1lsFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cAKCbekn_qc/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh and did I mention that I managed to get a hair cut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4590082518203330162?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4590082518203330162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4590082518203330162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4590082518203330162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4590082518203330162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/again-and-again.html' title='Again and Again.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOizZP1lsFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cAKCbekn_qc/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-6716413634210250716</id><published>2008-10-05T16:48:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:03:55.605+13:00</updated><title type='text'>One day, we'll get out of this shitty apartment. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had a dream about us going to the mountains, setting up fire at the fire place, skiing down the slopes. There were five of us, and we ruled the world! Even though in a couple of weeks we’ll be dethroned by the exams, but I guess holding the world in your hands for just a few days wouldn’t hurt, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Friday we managed to get pie! The plan had been postponed for months. But on the third of October we managed to delay breakfast and headed up to Wellesley Street where we found Pie Mania. Tandoori Pie, Sweetcorn chicken and cheese pie, Steak and mushroom pie, steak and cheese pie were all consumed in about half an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253514827229454466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOg75qtCYII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yrF5YOBdujE/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOg7VW2uYZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HQi1FlnfQ6M/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253514203426087314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOg7VW2uYZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HQi1FlnfQ6M/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; And to top it of, we had shaved ice for dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-6716413634210250716?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/6716413634210250716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=6716413634210250716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6716413634210250716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6716413634210250716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-day-well-get-out-of-this-shitty.html' title='One day, we&apos;ll get out of this shitty apartment. :)'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOg75qtCYII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yrF5YOBdujE/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4915479375429783354</id><published>2008-10-04T13:07:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:10:20.602+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Your chickens don't count before they hatch</title><content type='html'>Oh no~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English mine very bad liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence #1: Substituting milo for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence #2: Joan is not an addictED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence #3: What talking you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!! The horror. Save me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4915479375429783354?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4915479375429783354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4915479375429783354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4915479375429783354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4915479375429783354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-chickens-dont-count-before-they.html' title='Your chickens don&apos;t count before they hatch'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-869128685489909202</id><published>2008-10-02T21:51:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:09:50.236+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk in the domain...</title><content type='html'>The LabPLUS tour was motivating. See-Tarn showed us around the labs and offices. It was...interesting. Well, let's just put it this way...they piqued my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This plan is optional. I'm too tired of picking cards. This is it. I hope. But the process is OH SO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tour we decided to treat ourselves with some hospital ice-cream. No no, its not the kind that you give to patients. We got ours from a coffee shop, and the Kapiti was $2, and it was yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we had plenty of time before Pathology started, we decided to walk around in the domain. I love spring! Flowers blooming, birds dancing along with the beat, and not to mention the not-so calm breeze. There was a discussion about NOKIA which cracked us up. or maybe it was the weeds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252480599192513490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOSPRrCAK9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/m-toMvGhTK4/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just 'cause I wanted to take picture of flowers...they decided to get into the picture as well. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I liked our walk. I think we should do it more often than just meeting in classes. Then we can discuss more about NOKIA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-869128685489909202?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/869128685489909202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=869128685489909202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/869128685489909202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/869128685489909202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-in-domain.html' title='A walk in the domain...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOSPRrCAK9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/m-toMvGhTK4/s72-c/DSC00342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-7645035121283222001</id><published>2008-10-01T21:15:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:26:12.623+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Pew Pew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;denial&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252098364851628946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOMzotJkK5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/50dui0HbTqk/s400/denial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7645035121283222001?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7645035121283222001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7645035121283222001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7645035121283222001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7645035121283222001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/10/pew-pew.html' title='Pew Pew!'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SOMzotJkK5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/50dui0HbTqk/s72-c/denial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-7961519996052346051</id><published>2008-09-23T23:34:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:39:48.064+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need my prozac.</title><content type='html'>Did you know that it will be sunny on thursday, friday and saturday.......in TUROA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go skiing and do all the crazy adrenaline-pumping sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ski down a really steep slope and just scream as gravity and velocity brings me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, I have a presentation tomorrow. Oh what a drag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, 5 minutes isn't enough. While practising I noticed I mumbled a lot...a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at the snow through the webcam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO~ I Have to snap out of it. I won't let the snow get to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bronchiectasis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7961519996052346051?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7961519996052346051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7961519996052346051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7961519996052346051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7961519996052346051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-i-need-my-prozac.html' title='I think I need my prozac.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-2642234636778525841</id><published>2008-09-18T22:00:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:52:10.703+12:00</updated><title type='text'>do you not like my point of view?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The second half of the semester just started. The week is ending. And do you know what this means? I've got FIVE weeks left. FIVE! Anything that you can count with your fingers, that's not a lot. FIVE! Well, if I put it in days I'd feel slightly more secure. 25 uni days... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit. Come to think of it. That is not a lot. :( Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just pour some tea for two and sigh along with the blind melon song stuck in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday Chabo managed to get everyone, except Wenqin, to celebrate Mooncake festival! Oh so nice! I loved it. I miss my mooncakes. And I want more! So we gathered at the domain at around half past eight. Started opening packets of mooncakes and chips and drinks. It was like another one of our friday picnics. Just that it was at night. And we played lanterns! So fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247309215899057682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SNIv7jBL_hI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/VV3rZpLrRKc/s400/DSC05226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more pictures, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joyce.lai118/MooncakeFestival08?authkey=yH-Clv7lGxg#5245838867057296946"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/joyce.lai118/MooncakeFestival08?authkey=yH-Clv7lGxg#5245838867057296946&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and the Friday before the Sunday, we had a picnic at St.Helliers for about 15 minutes I think? That was before the rain came and conquered. And eventually we went to Eduardo's house and hung out. After that we managed to go for the OCF's musical. Hosea the Musical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on Tuesday I went to the Uniguide Dinner. How Uniguidee of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247312305611789522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SNIyvZGG1NI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gN-DKAgHc6g/s400/n516721205_1786215_5940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly all I'd like to say is...IT'S FRIDAY TOMORROW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/s: Oh did I mention I had a hair cut? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2642234636778525841?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2642234636778525841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2642234636778525841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2642234636778525841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2642234636778525841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-not-like-my-point-of-view.html' title='do you not like my point of view?'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SMKXss5tH0U/SNIv7jBL_hI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/VV3rZpLrRKc/s72-c/DSC05226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-7405253313220982908</id><published>2008-09-18T22:00:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:29:32.193+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sussed!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;- 21 and not going anywhere. Seriously, I'm just going to stay put at 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In what age do you think you’ll get married?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm thinking...27?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you’ll be marrying the person you are with now?&lt;br /&gt;- hoho, interesting question. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If not, who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh...hmm, can I pick Chace Crawford? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you want a garden/beach wedding, or the traditional church wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- Garden or beach. They're both perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your ideal motif?&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly, I haven't thought about it yet. But I'm thinking white, white, white. But you know, maybe its just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do you plan to go on a honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;- wow, you're asking me this as if I'm getting married next week. Hmm, I would love to go to Greece. It's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many guests do you think you’ll invite?&lt;br /&gt;- Not a lot. I don't do big weddings. Stage fright. Shy. I like it small, like ME. *curtsey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want an extravagant or a simple wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- Simple. Small. Less hassle. More cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want the traditional vows or something you’d make up on your own?&lt;br /&gt;- I think traditional vows. I'm so shy when it comes to speaking up about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many layers of cake do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;-OMG YUM! Hmm, Nine? Haha. Damn tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or at a simple place?&lt;br /&gt;- A simple place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When do you want to get married, evening or morning?- Morning and evening! Hah, I know I'm filled with greed. I think in the late afternoon, is that counted as evening? I would think so. Evening it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You’d rather have your reception outdoors or indoors?&lt;br /&gt;- Outdoors, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like a grand entrance for your groom?&lt;br /&gt;- Well it depends...it's up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. no ques.. jump!&lt;br /&gt;-Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the song/tune you’d like played at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;- Haish, this is a hard question.  SO many songs to pick! But I think it would be Katie Melua - The closest thing to crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;- a bit of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What age do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Is this a repeat? TWENTY-SEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Describe your ideal husband.&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who is bigger than me, who can carry me, who will sprinkle me with love and hate every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you prefer fine dining or just the normal spoon; fork/knife?&lt;br /&gt;- Personally, fine dining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Champagne or red wine?&lt;br /&gt;- Both are alright, just no beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- Right after. The moment needs to last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Money or household items?&lt;br /&gt;- "Money so I get to choose household items myself :)" quoted by Chabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who will pay for the bills?&lt;br /&gt;- obviously him. heh, nah, split half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you ready for married life?&lt;br /&gt;- no. I'm 21. I still have about half a decade till I can ask myself this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you think you will still be a virgin until you get married?&lt;br /&gt;- hoho, yes definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Will you always be true to your wife/husband?&lt;br /&gt;- of course, why would I get married in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;A boy and a girl. :P Who doesn't want a boy and a girl eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I tag Liaw, Edrea, Karen (but you don't have a blog), well anyone who reads this entry and has a blog. :) Easy peasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7405253313220982908?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7405253313220982908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7405253313220982908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7405253313220982908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7405253313220982908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/09/sussed.html' title='Sussed!'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-8674736796780374448</id><published>2008-09-07T14:52:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:04:58.675+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8674736796780374448?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8674736796780374448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8674736796780374448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8674736796780374448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8674736796780374448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5489370850735478999</id><published>2008-08-28T21:08:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:29:03.886+12:00</updated><title type='text'>two minutes to thirty.</title><content type='html'>The other day botak and I went to Takapuna in search for a snowboarding shop. It was on sale, but we didn't know what the name of the shop was. So we decided to just look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky us, we found it - Backdoor. The place was filled with clothes, but at the rear end there were boards all around. And that was where I found my BURTON pants. I repeat BURTON. Hah, I'm such a show off. Ok. shut up Joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURTON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botak found his boots as well. Vans ok!! That's like equivalent to my Burton. No la my Burton is better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burton~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sales lady was giving him a hand with the boots and sizes and stuff. I was in the changing room trying on my BURTON pants. And while I was changing, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation. Hehe, yes I am super kepo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady: so what size are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Botak: 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady: *keeps on blabbing about some other stuff about snowboarding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Botak:*trying on his shoes and talking to her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then....the lady asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady: So how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Botak: Twenty-ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE!! OMG!!!! That is just so wrong. I wanted to burst out laughing!! ahhaha. please la ho. think you're so young. But ahahhahaa, TWENTY-ONE!!!! The big two one. Hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm being mean now. But its a good thing, I'm not stressed, and I'm happy, even after a challenging day. Three freaking tests! I am still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way...BURTON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5489370850735478999?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5489370850735478999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5489370850735478999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5489370850735478999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5489370850735478999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-minutes-to-thirty.html' title='two minutes to thirty.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3898502229628999292</id><published>2008-08-27T11:46:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:52:19.505+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the aiya-ness!</title><content type='html'>What am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be an &lt;strong&gt;opportunistic&lt;/strong&gt; bacteria??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not be a bacteria. more emphasis on the opportunism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that I know what to do, but I have second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've not been brutally honest to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad pretending not to know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in fact I do know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it better to just shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the beans will spill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and your cover is blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shall we be honest then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya! So hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets back to pathology*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3898502229628999292?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3898502229628999292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3898502229628999292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3898502229628999292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3898502229628999292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/08/aiya-ness.html' title='the aiya-ness!'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3263864390469002800</id><published>2008-08-24T12:01:00.016+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:37:18.762+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Break needed.</title><content type='html'>So we went down to Ohakune twice this year. And since I've not blogged about it, and there's a reason to procrastinate, I shall enlighten you with my mountain experiences. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237869048439804546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCmJexEkoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/f96-XLPleUo/s320/DSCF0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first time was in July, and the second was on the weekend of my birthday. The first trip we went, I had my period on that day. *shame* And I got sick on the day of my birthday. *shameshame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237869340458107138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCmaenqQQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TNDHbxjWW_k/s320/DSCF0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fish and Chabo. Chabo took a lot of pictures with the cookies and creme ice-cream with Kuci Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237869628475621458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCmrPkYwFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cId6xgVNrP0/s320/DSCF0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rebec and I sat at the back. We were stuck with bags and snow boards. Again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237869989654148834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCnAREDtuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/R2HYMj2W1-Q/s320/DSCF0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Eduardo playing PSP. That was how they were entertained. The girls slept. Rebec and I ate kuaci on our way back. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237870284047465362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCnRZw5O5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZBnDieJ1Hm0/s320/DSCF0854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rebec. We were sitting behind, and the speakers weren't working. So bored...~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the trip was really good. Happiness is really the best medicine after all. I persuaded myself to ski even though there were a couple pf ridiculous/stupid/grr situations. Rebec is now my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;new skiing partner, even though I always have to wait for her whenever she falls down. haha. so SOMBONG. Nah, she's alright, she's doing very well actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237871365098297746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCoQU_f2ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/EQ43dAvihew/s320/DSCF0862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fish and Chabo didn't really do much skiing, they loved the snow though I think. I love the snow too! Love it love it! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237871699450942818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCojyjYVWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/C5mp8kVls2w/s320/DSCF0864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The guys went up to the Movenpick. Rebec and I went to Parklane. Parklane was so fun!! But there were quite a lot of people. But still...so fun! I can't wait to get up to Movenpick this time. But its scary....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237870577990495682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCnigyX7cI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VTpZOUevGyY/s320/DSCF0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Getting ready, putting on boots. Ed and Rebec went down to the house to pick me up and brought me up to the mountains. Hah, if it wasn't my birthday I don't think they'll do it. Nah, jokes! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237871118132673986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCoB8-TfcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H6CrwdqUfoY/s320/DSCF0858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botak - our organizer. I felt so bad that I was sick and he had to stay at home with me for the morning. Lucky I decided to feel better after 10 am, then we went to the mountain. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237872102478567314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCo7P8p15I/AAAAAAAAAYI/SlxnYgH_Mus/s320/DSCF0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The power of a scrotum! A Kangaroo's scrotum even! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237872853386083426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCpm9S9PGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zE3NbqZQKRc/s320/DSCF0867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kuci found it in the house and was like OMG its a scrotum. But it was hard...more like a bone. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237873474645163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCqLHqqfSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sQCudWaF98I/s320/DSCF0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chabo working hard! Chabo, Botak and Ed had assignments due on Tuesday. Fish and I had an essay due on the next week. But apparently Fish and I didn't do anything, even though I brought my journals along. Lazy us. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237874399379042866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCrA8kZsjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CB5fcCjqx-w/s320/DSCF0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me in my PJs, Rebec in her smelly skiing suit. Hah. Kiding. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237874908169890690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCrej9l64I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jchLAWiWNZc/s320/DSCF0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And so we've decided that maybe we might be going again. This is so bad...I feel so bad. And I just bought my pants for skiing! Haha. I feel broke. but excited!! Let's go again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3263864390469002800?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3263864390469002800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3263864390469002800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3263864390469002800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3263864390469002800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/08/break-needed.html' title='Break needed.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SLCmJexEkoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/f96-XLPleUo/s72-c/DSCF0856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4398440483760023058</id><published>2008-08-21T23:04:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:22:02.650+12:00</updated><title type='text'>lie with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a hard day's work, all I could think of, is just sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the definition of hard? tough? tiring? Is what we're doing...good enough? Good enough for everyone? Or is it just good enough for ourselves? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if we've given our all, and its just...not enough? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of these questions. They're just so...OLD. Its an old topic, and I'm tired of thinking for a solution. Spontaneity nor waiting would not do us any good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly I don't know what to do anymore...I don't know what I want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in front of the lecture with nine other students. We wore "plastic singlets" that had labels on them. I was the PI3K in the insulin receptor pathway. The lecturer instructed the other nine what they were supposed to do. But I had no instructions. For two rounds, I just stood there. It was as if I didn't know what I'm supposed to do. I was just stuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then someone asked "where does PI3K fit in?" So...where do I fit in? Where do I really really fit in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, this question/topic is OLD. I am tired of thinking about it, but I can't stop. Its just glued to my brain. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236929505642880914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SK1Po5GbH5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pkt4Nad51BQ/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is so aunty. And its just so...relaxed! I want to do it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4398440483760023058?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4398440483760023058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4398440483760023058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4398440483760023058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4398440483760023058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/08/lie-with-me.html' title='lie with me...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SMKXss5tH0U/SK1Po5GbH5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pkt4Nad51BQ/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-2538019877612961937</id><published>2008-08-20T23:13:00.010+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:31:11.312+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you have, I have.</title><content type='html'>So the question is: How many times have you gone to the naked parade? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NONE! Zilch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until...today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing was I didn't even know that it was on today. The guys were so engrossed in it, and talked about it on and on. But who knew, the girls saw it, and the guys missed it. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no plan for the naked parade. We just went to queen st to shop, and suddenly there were so many people on queen st itself. Everyone was waiting for something. Just waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after a long long wait, we saw naked people on cars and bikes. Some of the men were really disgusting. "Take me!" "Squeeze it" "EAT IT" Oh man, disgusting I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I did not forget to take pictures, since I don't think I'll be going ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236558362513358178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-FhM1vWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q2byLhNhXFo/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; People on the building. They were people on phone booths. Literally ON. And on bus stops as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236558446300925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-KZVWjGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4VnQQPPAQIk/s320/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Aucklanders waiting for the naked parade. So many people! And therefore, not a lot to see. They were blocking my view. But at least I saw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236558567899805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-ReUyOFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NEg2FwCya_w/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Protestants. There was this Chinese dude, who was wondering whether these were porn stars. He told his gf, "why aren't these people naked? They even wear more clothes than I do" hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236558679158089458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-X8y05vI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OsLD5-hrY08/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next few pictures speak for themselves. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236558763572308930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-c3Qvq8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/2L9tjyN_1SU/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236558856578228146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-iRvFX7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-JyvWDqVyFo/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; How can they be so happy about it? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236559176056153330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-034jpPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qWH8ZTmg4uc/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh and these are the pondans! Haha, they're so cute but scary looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long day of shopping, and looking at naked people, I finally went to GYM! And I went for two hours! Booya! I feel good....Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2538019877612961937?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2538019877612961937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2538019877612961937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2538019877612961937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2538019877612961937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/08/whatever-you-have-i-have.html' title='Whatever you have, I have.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKv-FhM1vWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q2byLhNhXFo/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-8282033933658054642</id><published>2008-08-19T00:13:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:23:51.289+12:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I need to tell you about the day when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we went to the mountains during the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we went skiing AGAIN during the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got sick for 5 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I actually finished my essay a day earlier (zOMG I'm becoming like Kuci Meow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I ate the biggest steak. EVER! (and I'm not done with it yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- received a penguin waffle maker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- detox and retox happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I will eat 21 cakes - soon, hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I am going to the umsa ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we might be planning for another skiing trip. *gasp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for the holidays!! But first...four tests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235832033716911490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKlpfnlOvYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WzNy1c5oPbw/s320/DSCF0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you hear the snow calling your name? I miss you oh so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8282033933658054642?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8282033933658054642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8282033933658054642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8282033933658054642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8282033933658054642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/08/temptation.html' title='temptation.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SKlpfnlOvYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WzNy1c5oPbw/s72-c/DSCF0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1897981526423531955</id><published>2008-07-27T12:19:00.012+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:40:48.354+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the sky begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First week of uni is done and over with. Part of me feels relief, but then 48% of me just wants to relive it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to admit this is going to be a tough semester. First week back and we've got assignments and reports piling up. And worst of all, I've got a presentation this semester. Ekk! I hate presentations. I am horrible when presenting. Geez! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But since this is the last semester, let's just give it our all. If there is any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, guess what I did on Friday. Well I didn't do much, but I saw Kuci Meow JUMP! YES JUMP JUMP. Literally jump from sky tower. Woohoo!. 194 metres within 11 seconds. I would be frightened but I guess you only live once so what the heck right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we had dinner with chabo and tapo at Hansan. We ended the night at Empire. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227483911557030178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvA69FtISI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u78QYW8J0to/s200/DSC00284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tequila Sunrise courtesy from Wenqin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484037910006418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvBCTymipI/AAAAAAAAAUo/S_Z77gv-vsI/s200/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh so much! So good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484148699088818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvBIwgxx7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/76eIAh9iFe8/s200/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;High from cocktails. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484271658875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvBP6krOkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/pooR8v_GVKo/s200/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fish. Chia yee + Daniel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484392185718898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvBW7kg6HI/AAAAAAAAAVA/nwdLcdU5jQY/s200/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chabo + Tapo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484475193225186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvBbwzC7-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/MVb9FDLytIQ/s200/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;MalaOS + Gf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484819330590114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvBvyzyZaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TCE_O9tGgZY/s200/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wenqin + drinks + gay Hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227485035372617682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvB8XoOH9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/dEV3JqR_13E/s200/DSC00292.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is just way too disturbing. Look at my shoes! Oh...saddening. We played the drinking card game, and hence the picture. The woman had to wear my shoes. Gah! And I had to wear his...ew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227485153161192066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvCDObNIoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3ev4wPkpaKw/s200/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lim Wee Chin (the animal lover) + Tan Shu Ping (The Animal). Lim Wenqin (the alcohol, food lover)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227485245269347426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvCIljgDGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/J_aULaYZ6kc/s200/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, and this was how the night ended, wenqin lost his virginity to Daniel. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second week here I come....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1897981526423531955?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1897981526423531955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1897981526423531955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1897981526423531955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1897981526423531955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-sky-begins.html' title='Where the sky begins...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIvA69FtISI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u78QYW8J0to/s72-c/DSC00284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1999331757333263253</id><published>2008-07-24T23:40:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:42:44.492+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who doesn't want a life without pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'd like to think that pain is what forces us to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well maybe I don't want to grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe growing sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1999331757333263253?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1999331757333263253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1999331757333263253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1999331757333263253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1999331757333263253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/07/shower-head.html' title='Shower head.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-6013016829545316681</id><published>2008-07-24T22:31:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:40:11.092+12:00</updated><title type='text'>looking at the world from the bottom of a well.</title><content type='html'>Why aren’t things getting better? Is it because we’re not doing it right? Is it because we are not doing anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day this will happen to me. I wonder who will be there to put their arms around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t you just wish you could go back and do it all over again? All. Over. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the snow trip – skiing snowboarding, whatever we were doing, if only…we could replay the exact getaway. Away from all the problems, from all the worries. Away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now there’s the visa, work, studies, people, fat, money, gah! Ok I shouldn’t complain, this is after all my final semester – I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that after gym I eat more than usual? And why won’t a banana fill my tummy up for hours? Why can’t I eat salad with all the good reasons? Why is it just chocolate, chocolate, chocolate?! You name it, nutella, snickers, timeout, milo, oreo. Of course I know the reason why. The reason is stupid, and it is habitual. Why can’t I just focus? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am rambling because I have an essay introduction tomorrow – that means I have to do my essay soon. And this means I have to wake up an hour earlier. I have a report to catch up on. I am so bloody lost in lectures and in labs. I am so annoyed by you, you’re just so damn bloody annoying and I feel like grrrr!! I don’t know which plan to proceed. I need a plan. I need you to start listening – but you don’t. I feel so angry. I am sick and tired of being tired. I hate getting up late. I must stop hating. Its not that I want to hate, it’s just that there’s so many feelings involved which adds up to hatred. I really do not want to hate. I just feel...so far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it’s the food talking. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226528343004736594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIhb1i1O7FI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u2zqAjOElr8/s320/DSCF0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-6013016829545316681?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/6013016829545316681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=6013016829545316681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6013016829545316681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6013016829545316681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-at-world-from-bottom-of-well.html' title='looking at the world from the bottom of a well.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIhb1i1O7FI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u2zqAjOElr8/s72-c/DSCF0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-9191753133937943742</id><published>2008-07-21T21:19:00.022+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:26:33.986+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Auckland - Brisbane</title><content type='html'>After spending several weeks studying, all I could long for was to fall into the arms of my beloved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go ahead ask me what I did right after the exams. Go ahead. Ok nevermind, I feel like I'm talking to myself anyway - or maybe I am, if you're not responding. Anyway, I left the country. I fled to Brisbane - my first getaway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brisbane was awesome. Flooded by europeans, there were very few asians. SHOCKING! And as for Indians, I only saw two. I think Auckland is the new London. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225397401039054322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRXQDsupfI/AAAAAAAAASI/7BpGbNjbB58/s320/DSCF0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The traffic was quite bad. And the streets...oh man, don't get me started with the streets. Wickham, Brunswick?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225397730314691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRXjOWKIfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tpuVUhW3t2M/s320/DSCF0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And looky here, there are chinese words for street names!! SO cool. I think Auckland should have chinese street names, seeing that it has more asians compared to Brisbane. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225398035071928066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRX09p8hwI/AAAAAAAAASY/BVJSlNrQCsw/s320/DSCF0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brisbane's own Chinatown. Yes they have a chinatown, with all the ching-chong chinesey things, like the traditional herbalish medicine. And they have shops like Tai-Ping and the Tofu Shop. But they have better stuff. They even have my favourite yeo's barley drink.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225401169234260562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRarZUeclI/AAAAAAAAASo/Q3UaueJ1KXs/s320/DSCF0634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My good ol' Barley drink. I found this in Singapore you know. I still remembered my FIRST sip. I was out with Jace and his squash friend, Kenneth I think. All it took was a sip. And I can only find this in singapore, and not in Kuching. ^&amp;amp;^#%%&amp;amp;$%^ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225398556519780930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRYTUMzUkI/AAAAAAAAASg/GKxGBWVFXDs/s320/DSCF0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Queen Street Mall. Its not as long as our own Queen Street, but the one thing that tops it all is their Krispy Kreme. I miss their butterscotch Cruzler(?). Its one of those glazed one. Hmm, nice.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225401602126862690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRbEl-HWWI/AAAAAAAAASw/D5mMCW1Ltas/s320/DSCF0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to Redcliffe to get some seafood. Actually we wanted to see whales, but we woke up late. So no whales to play with. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225402199342687922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRbnWxdprI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6SvWwhuGgLA/s320/DSCF0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...Redcliffe. With sailing boats all about at the harbour. Reminds me of Auckland. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225402568114196434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRb80jcT9I/AAAAAAAAATA/k4qhDXLdETQ/s320/DSCF0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;City of Sails? Boats at the harbour. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225403931334403410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRdMK8d5VI/AAAAAAAAATI/0lLpQRoHtoc/s320/DSCF0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course I met up with Mie. :P Oh I miss her heaps. And no we didn't eat at hungry jacks. We went to a Korean restaurant. I think we spent so much time talking in there, and afterwards off we went shopping. Actually she was the one who did most of the shopping. But at last we had to go apart...will see you soon Mie :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405043708485794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIReM63HYKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DqJ_oK-TMDM/s320/DSCF0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to the Botanical Garden. And they had these weird scary looking birds with extra long beaks. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405799285484626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRe45mtbFI/AAAAAAAAATY/7dCK_CUSwWc/s320/DSCF0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Australian Zoo. Yeap, we went to Beerwah to see the Steve Irwin's zoo. So the EX! Student fee: AUD 41. &amp;amp;^$%&amp;amp;#^ What is this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225406442259456386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRfeU3poYI/AAAAAAAAATg/1GKZ-pwX5Pk/s320/DSCF0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Elephants taking shower. After showering they would walk to the sandy-muddy area and mess themselves up again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225406958644483138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRf8Yjb1EI/AAAAAAAAATo/gDIVWPitqQs/s320/DSCF0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cubs. More like overgrown tigers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225407419507100994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRgXNZpTUI/AAAAAAAAATw/D5kN_CluF_8/s320/DSCF0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The legendary Komodo Dragon. It just stays there. Sometimes do you ever wonder whether they're dead? Fake? What a waste of money that would be. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225408094304495106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRg-fN4ZgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2YIbrTihA4w/s320/DSCF0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walking Crocs? We watched the Crocodile show, and it seems that most of the caretakers are frightened by the crocs. They run whenever its coming&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225409201120556162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRh-6bZNII/AAAAAAAAAUA/WT4RcbxljOM/s320/DSCF0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The largest snake in Australia. It hardly moved!!! I kept on knocking on the window, and no response. But then once in a while after a long long look, it will move its gut. And the poor python looks so sad in its cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225409551907683234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRiTVNj-6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZfoEohF--58/s320/DSCF0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Looks so real right? Its a fake though. But it looked so alive. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225410198111077618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRi48gdRPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xxThJPZ1Wa4/s320/DSCF0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love. LOVE. love. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;their IKEA. I seriously think that Auckland should get an IKEA. Seriously...the things inside are just so...DIY + pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-9191753133937943742?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/9191753133937943742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=9191753133937943742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/9191753133937943742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/9191753133937943742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/07/auckland-brisbane.html' title='Auckland - Brisbane'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SIRXQDsupfI/AAAAAAAAASI/7BpGbNjbB58/s72-c/DSCF0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-7830916459288823139</id><published>2008-07-19T11:03:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:06:39.516+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to let you know that...</title><content type='html'>I am Back from Brisbane and from Mt Ruapehu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my skin. Again. "&lt;strong&gt;Duh&lt;/strong&gt;!~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get changed to meet Beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update more about the hols real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT WANT&lt;/strong&gt; my holiday to end now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7830916459288823139?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7830916459288823139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7830916459288823139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7830916459288823139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7830916459288823139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-wanted-to-let-you-know-that.html' title='I just wanted to let you know that...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3515903978860255184</id><published>2008-07-06T08:56:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:57:55.184+12:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings.</title><content type='html'>In a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you guys heaps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3515903978860255184?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3515903978860255184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3515903978860255184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3515903978860255184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3515903978860255184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/07/feelings.html' title='feelings.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3233291774898957468</id><published>2008-06-28T08:10:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:18:16.213+12:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how it feels.</title><content type='html'>In a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you heaps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3233291774898957468?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3233291774898957468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3233291774898957468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3233291774898957468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3233291774898957468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-how-it-feels.html' title='this is how it feels.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-4452201320809553289</id><published>2008-06-26T17:16:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:26:25.838+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I beg to differ.</title><content type='html'>Here I have with me is a Pharmacology book waiting to be read. My last lecture – and I’ve ran out of this thing called….motivation? Why is this taking so long? And then there’s another thing called revision. Oh so dreadful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it whenever it rains. Its gloomy, its cold and worst of all, it happens when you have to prepare for your last exam on Saturday. If only there were no exams, then I would hide under my duvet and practice nature’s winter holiday package - hibernation. Ah…drowning your gut with food and waking up when winter ends – perfect way to live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another failure. The tiramisu. Bleh. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216057156790171730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SGMoWSacuFI/AAAAAAAAASA/2eUUjOrJkjo/s320/DSCF0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Saturday I’ll be going off to Brisbane. One week apart from Auckland, hopefully it won’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new stay-over “customer” in Apartment 10: Lim Hsin Yee. That’s because when she was at the hostel, it started hailing. Dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day before that it was Kuci’s sister: Mei Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just wants to stay with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to rain the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane is 21 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain RAIN! Go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4452201320809553289?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4452201320809553289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4452201320809553289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4452201320809553289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4452201320809553289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-beg-to-differ.html' title='I beg to differ.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SGMoWSacuFI/AAAAAAAAASA/2eUUjOrJkjo/s72-c/DSCF0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4600094243032060881</id><published>2008-06-23T23:37:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:43:07.383+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiramisu anyone?</title><content type='html'>Three down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the perfect lazy Sunday, topped with movies, sleep and egg tarts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes I made egg tarts, a different kind, not the portuguese kind. Not as nice though.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215040619484248034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SF-L0B2Xd-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/9b_aLR2fIR0/s320/DSCF0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh....it felt good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's just one more to go. One more. I think I screwed up 350.Gah! *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4600094243032060881?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4600094243032060881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4600094243032060881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4600094243032060881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4600094243032060881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiramisu-anyone.html' title='Tiramisu anyone?'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SF-L0B2Xd-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/9b_aLR2fIR0/s72-c/DSCF0604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-778260725063242217</id><published>2008-06-18T17:08:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:12:18.604+12:00</updated><title type='text'>5.11 PM</title><content type='html'>When I'm with you....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213084718498357138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFiY7m4cn5I/AAAAAAAAARw/Nca9CHTMbQ0/s320/Mission+Bay+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                              ........I become honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-778260725063242217?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/778260725063242217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=778260725063242217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/778260725063242217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/778260725063242217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/511-pm.html' title='5.11 PM'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFiY7m4cn5I/AAAAAAAAARw/Nca9CHTMbQ0/s72-c/Mission+Bay+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1826885053672587547</id><published>2008-06-12T22:23:00.011+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:38:42.594+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop holding to things that are just not there.</title><content type='html'>Apparently I do not absorb surprises as well as I thought I would. My eyes would stare back blanklessly. Questions fill my mind up, saturating it, making it harder to process whatever just happened. My face turns red with anguish, confusion and despair; and I have no questions for you, I have nothing. But this I shall tell another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’m all filled up with chocolate ice-cream and have lost my motivation to study, let me tell you how I managed to get my ankle wrapped up with flossy cotton wool. Some of you may have heard of this anecdote, nevertheless, I shall regurgitate the exact story (this time with feelings) to those who are keen on reading my pathetic blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I felt that I had lost my excitement for life. Everything that I do was just another mundane routine. I needed something to happen; I needed to feel the commotion. I needed the hullabaloo. Little did I know, my anticipation was given a treat. It started on the second day of the week, Monday. Botak came by to cook dinner. We wanted to have western, the main meal was steak settled with fries and salad. While Botak was washing dishes, I decided to give some respect to the poor sensitive vegetables which I hated since the day I came out from my mother’s uterus. The plate-filled cupboard was located on top of the sink, I tip-toed and managed to grab hold of one of them. As I backed out, something fell, and thumped on my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Shit. Fuck. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt down and covered the pain. What I can’t see won’t hurt me…right?   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I looked across the floor and there it was. The culprit - lying there innocently. Rebec and Botak came and asked what happened. They saw the knife as well. I thought, it should be ok, probably just the back of the knife, if not the handle. Tell me what are the chances of being jabbed by a knife? A kitchen knife. A big knife. A knife, even. At last I gave in and uncovered the source of my soreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clean cut. That was what it was. A clean good ol’ cut. Like someone just stabbed me right into my feet. Not my heart, but my feet. Physically stab. Thoughts aside, I was bleeding profusely. With his quick action and spontaneous manly instinct, he brought me to the shower and cleared off the blood with water. I screamed with tears, pain, joy, misery. JOY. Yes I know, an unusual feeling to the situation, almost as if it was a stranger. (But I got what I wanted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still bled. Rebec finally found antiseptic and Botak brought cotton wool and bandage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was. The story of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still capable of walking. And probably I do not anticipate anymore so called ado. However it just keeps coming. But I guess let’s face it, one way or another, its going to happen to you anyway…right. But probably not the same circumstances.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo..I've got some random pics :P I think every blog should have random pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6VW4jvnI/AAAAAAAAARo/es473jv6F5o/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210940013694664306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6VW4jvnI/AAAAAAAAARo/es473jv6F5o/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fish! Or Shark! Or even whale? I bet she's reading it right now thinking what the hell, why whale?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6QMCnf6I/AAAAAAAAARg/5WCDBEzVVdI/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939924884717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6QMCnf6I/AAAAAAAAARg/5WCDBEzVVdI/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The infamous woman. LIM WENQIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6L0MeFQI/AAAAAAAAARY/tcCbzc45enU/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939849764115714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6L0MeFQI/AAAAAAAAARY/tcCbzc45enU/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent one whole afternoon here. Reading blogs and trying to tell myself to LIKE Rod Dunbar's notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6GGPFQ6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ThGWgN1FoOI/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939751527695266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6GGPFQ6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ThGWgN1FoOI/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The engineering library. Psst, don't go to the IC, The engineering library is good. but i know someplace better. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6BWC_hyI/AAAAAAAAARI/9iRSMYs2kqE/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939669872609058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6BWC_hyI/AAAAAAAAARI/9iRSMYs2kqE/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back to Rod Dunbar. How can you like his notes? So..ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD57X0o6_I/AAAAAAAAARA/wk9BUuDCGNY/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939567270063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD57X0o6_I/AAAAAAAAARA/wk9BUuDCGNY/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blogging about 356 makes me feel guilty because I've not studied it for two days. In fact I just finished my Maths exam today. And shopped for the whole afternoon. And did practically nothing at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD50C7xIBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-9I8tAS-xTo/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939441403731986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD50C7xIBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-9I8tAS-xTo/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crispy, ham-cheese loving PIDE. Yes, it is called a PIDE. not PIE. but PIDE. Trust me, its good. Why do you think I go back there every Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD5tNwj-lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/J1tAC9o6yi8/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939324050438738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD5tNwj-lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/J1tAC9o6yi8/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Oh and the other day Botak and I went to Hoyts to watch Indiana Jones. Usually we are always late for the movies, however this time around, we came EARLY! And looked around the cinema. We came across a FAMOUS WALL with all the famous people with their hand molds? Anyway, the one on top is Gandalf.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD5lSm3jWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KshdAanmOAI/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939187913002338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD5lSm3jWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KshdAanmOAI/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this guy who looks like Heath ledger but he's not him. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....Drum roll please.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD5eWtRT4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/U_rrpRRAn10/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210939068754513794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD5eWtRT4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/U_rrpRRAn10/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOMER SIMPSON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1826885053672587547?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1826885053672587547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1826885053672587547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1826885053672587547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1826885053672587547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-holding-to-things-that-are-just.html' title='Stop holding to things that are just not there.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SFD6VW4jvnI/AAAAAAAAARo/es473jv6F5o/s72-c/DSC00248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-6629374645169290312</id><published>2008-06-08T22:55:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:07:25.533+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience makes the heart grow stronger</title><content type='html'>Botak and I have been going around trying to look for LAMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAMPS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How hard is it to look for lamps? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, very hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried Briscoes, no study lamps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K mart - Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warehouse - Zilch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a lamp. Just a study lamp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I bought two bulbs from last night, but apparently I broke the part where it holds the light bulb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my excuse for not studying the whole day. Apart from looking for lamps, I went for Step class this morning, and then went to see David at 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and guess what...Rebec and I are in the front page of THE ORIENTATION MAGAZINE. Now how cool is that?! I have definitely made my mark at uni. haha, Yeah right. But seriously, how many people get to be in the unis magazine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...quite a lot...maybe. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209465082065202402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEu85CZMLOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2MRkm2mrFA0/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for more 356.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-6629374645169290312?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/6629374645169290312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=6629374645169290312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6629374645169290312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6629374645169290312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/patience-makes-heart-grow-stronger.html' title='Patience makes the heart grow stronger'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEu85CZMLOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2MRkm2mrFA0/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-3374513657437265941</id><published>2008-06-05T14:34:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:36:00.562+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;STOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOLD IT RIGHT THERE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know what you're doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're reading my blog! my boring boring blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and YOU'RE NOT STUDYING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And exams are coming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...so GO STUDY. SHOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joan. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3374513657437265941?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3374513657437265941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3374513657437265941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3374513657437265941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3374513657437265941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-stop-stop-hold-it-right-there.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5135469547456132245</id><published>2008-06-02T18:08:00.014+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:53:30.853+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I only feel like blogging after listening to Hot Chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only word only comes to mind after the word June, EXAMS. And sniffing axe-oil isn't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with three quarter of my classes, meaning no more Labs, no more BIOSCI 350, 356, MEDSCI 303. Oh yeah! but at the end of my hypoxic mind, the exams are still imminent. And you might be asking, why hypoxic? I think its just mild. My sinus is back and the friggin cold is getting to me. I feel like a fish not being able to breathe on land, using my mouth to take in more oxygen. There's just not enough oxygen in my head! And I just spent probably about 15 hours of sleep - with intervals of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from the lack of oxygen and giddiness, we managed to bake heaps lately! That includes cakes and cookies. so yum! But they're just cheese cakes...and I'm craving for black forest cakes or any sponge cake for that matter. The cookies were yummy! Chocolate Chip Cookies. :P I must say...my baking skills are BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207165168940776274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEORIeWAe1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/xqazeh7jvuk/s200/DSCF0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207165568372734818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEORfuWAe2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/h1ZOnhKSUFE/s200/DSCF0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then we baked a second portion for fish and friends as well. :P And blueberry oreo cheese cakes! Oh you can so taste the yumminess aye? While we were at fish's place, we drank the woman's cocktails. SO GOOD. I wanted a second helping, but no lemons left to go with the drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we played Gin again. I think we're getting bored of the game. And this was what we ended up doing: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207167282064685938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOTDeWAe3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/C_fa3hfwKzg/s200/DSCF0576.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and then we ended up playing Gin again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207167814640630658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOTieWAe4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9RmMIPF80OA/s200/DSCF0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh and I know this was a long time ago, probably a couple of months ago, but I finally bowl-ed in auckland!! I am definitely not a big fan of ten pin bowling, but this was fun! Boonie invited us to play at 10. And we stayed til nearly 12, cuz I tink it was going to close. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207169403778530194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOU--WAe5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/DP7H560IC2U/s200/DSCF0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rebec and Yena. Botak facing with his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207169803210488738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOVWOWAe6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/pfuftCWC8GY/s200/DSCF0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yena, Botak and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170344376368050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOV1uWAe7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/bVyyNT2BzGg/s200/DSCF0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kuci the Meow! (I think he needs a new name - but no la, this one suits him from head to toe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170971441593282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOWaOWAe8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/IWHdYu0W62k/s200/DSCF0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adrian the pro-bowler. He just turned 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207171486837668818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOW4OWAe9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/9iH_gTNsZXI/s200/DSCF0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kuci and Boonie - the posers wanna-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207172088133090274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOXbOWAe-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/AIZFPS7uWPY/s200/DSCF0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yeah, I definitely am a noob at bowling. I literally threw the bowling ball onto the mid-line. Note: THREW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207172444615375858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOXv-WAe_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/pPpE_htZF3E/s200/DSCF0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Botak and Kuci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've go to go now. Got dinner to cook and mucus to blow out. Til then.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207172964306418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEOYOOWAfAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IlyiVmB01XM/s200/DSCF0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5135469547456132245?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5135469547456132245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5135469547456132245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5135469547456132245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5135469547456132245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-only-feel-like-blogging-after.html' title='I only feel like blogging after listening to Hot Chocolate.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SEORIeWAe1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/xqazeh7jvuk/s72-c/DSCF0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-8856229672405601390</id><published>2008-05-23T09:36:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:00:00.504+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the sand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you realise you're not the only one in the boat? Well, I thought I was - how selfish of me. All these while I thought I was the only one, but I guess I was being dramatic. However, this epiphany came about when I was talking to Matthew, Evan and Eugene. I was quite surprised by what I heard. Somehow it was a relief, but then again you're still in the same boat, just not alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, HKESA held a movie night last night. We watched "The Warlords" starring Andy Lau, Jet Li and the Takeshi guy. The only word to describe this movie: gruesome. It was confusing. Okay, so maybe two words. I don't think I'll watch it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the movie, Rebec and I went to the engineering lab and "tried studying". We did. We TRIED. We waited for Botak and Petani to finish their project (which I might add is due the next day), then we'll have dinner together. They ended up finishing it at about quarter to one. We went to Ichiban but it was in the midst of closing, then to MomoTea, and they asked us to ta-pao. So we finally ended up in McD with drunk + pondan people. I think the guy serving me was pretty confused/tired. He gave me two cokes, and petani wanted salt and pepper, and he only gave petani pepper. Well, at least he got something right. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok time to go. I woke up especially early today: 9.30 am, just to study protein structure. I am so dead. :( &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203325075294200370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDXslmvLIjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XizqFCemYr8/s200/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8856229672405601390?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8856229672405601390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8856229672405601390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8856229672405601390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8856229672405601390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/05/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the sand.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDXslmvLIjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XizqFCemYr8/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-2115069669413107803</id><published>2008-05-18T23:08:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:19:28.862+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I believe you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I seriously think I need to study right now. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOwawhnOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z7p8lQ0geig/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201673794592283874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOwawhnOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z7p8lQ0geig/s200/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merlye and Geoffrey are going back to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOl6whnNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3bOJvtgTPgs/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201673614203657426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOl6whnNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3bOJvtgTPgs/s200/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I need to lose some weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201673506829475010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOfqwhnMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qXdNJcWsuKI/s200/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I hate being so gullible. Hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOPqwhnLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EU4e_g5XQXU/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201673231951568050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOPqwhnLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EU4e_g5XQXU/s200/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2115069669413107803?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2115069669413107803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2115069669413107803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2115069669413107803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2115069669413107803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-i-believe-you.html' title='Okay I believe you.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SDAOwawhnOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z7p8lQ0geig/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1495846705797378892</id><published>2008-05-17T11:03:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:15:01.088+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The very thought of you</title><content type='html'>Urgh! Protein Structures. Comparative Modelling? Fold Recognition? Gah! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thursday, I've been out for a couple of nights with Geoffrey, Merlye and Jack. Sitting around with them feels like Kuching all over again - just without jo around. The night they arrived, we went to eat Love a Duck. I think they're saving electricity. When we went there, it was pretty gloomy - so solemn. Then we dropped the parents at the apartment and off we went to the casino. But then, I didn't have my passport so couldn't get in, and plus I was wearing jandals. :( That's just a no no. Then off we went to Hulu Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Renkon, Chocolate Boutique, Mission Bay, Movenpick, and to MomoTea. Ah...so fat, ate so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok got to go now, going to try out squash with Su Ping. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1495846705797378892?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1495846705797378892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1495846705797378892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1495846705797378892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1495846705797378892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-thought-of-you.html' title='The very thought of you'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-8277783565564014872</id><published>2008-05-14T20:57:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:09:10.716+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Happen.</title><content type='html'>I hate kuci meow. kuci meow is so mean! Horrible! Hate! Hate! Hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I decapitated a chick embryo today, and poked the Cimetidine mouse twice, and injected a Phenobarbitone mouse, and punctured an egg twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poking bit was scary. When I wanted to inject the little fella with pentobarbitone, he squeaked and kept moving vigorously. We were frightened. And in the end, the Indian demonstrator injected the drug. I think the Cimetidine mouse hates us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Cafe Crema, and I fell in love with the Ham Pide. Yum! So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Postgrad week thingie day. And Oo I talked to this Audiologist and he gave me a 1Gb pendrive. Woohoo! So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might want to be an audiologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow Geoffrey and Merlye are coming up! Weee!! Happy :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200157696906599586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCqr36whnKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fV4mOV9_HFw/s200/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8277783565564014872?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8277783565564014872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8277783565564014872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8277783565564014872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8277783565564014872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-it-happen.html' title='Let it Happen.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCqr36whnKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fV4mOV9_HFw/s72-c/DSC00197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-3666263626827891318</id><published>2008-05-13T09:32:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:57:15.298+12:00</updated><title type='text'>i go oo oo, you go la la.</title><content type='html'>You know you're going to be fine when you start thinking of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) warfarin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) plasminogen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) thrombin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) Vitamin K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e) platelets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;f) platelet derived growth factors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;g) and you guys being there. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199613460125686930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCi85KwhnJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UTmQpf2MfFM/s200/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3666263626827891318?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3666263626827891318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3666263626827891318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3666263626827891318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3666263626827891318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-go-oo-oo-you-go-la-la.html' title='i go oo oo, you go la la.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCi85KwhnJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UTmQpf2MfFM/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-571812042451319424</id><published>2008-05-11T21:26:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:34:45.815+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The far-to-be-mother's day.</title><content type='html'>I've got no entries at the moment, all I'm left with are memories and pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199050896719322242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa9PqwhnII/AAAAAAAAAN4/K7dOkA3Y9rs/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa9G6whnHI/AAAAAAAAANw/DXuoIFxZFmw/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199050746395466866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa9G6whnHI/AAAAAAAAANw/DXuoIFxZFmw/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa9BKwhnGI/AAAAAAAAANo/t5ElOUaKA6c/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199050647611219042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa9BKwhnGI/AAAAAAAAANo/t5ElOUaKA6c/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa85awhnFI/AAAAAAAAANg/Xwl3N1FzyMo/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199050514467232850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa85awhnFI/AAAAAAAAANg/Xwl3N1FzyMo/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199050029135928370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa8dKwhnDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l070J7DDRWg/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199050346963508290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa8vqwhnEI/AAAAAAAAANY/BNf_mfoUMPs/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-571812042451319424?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/571812042451319424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=571812042451319424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/571812042451319424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/571812042451319424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/05/far-to-be-mothers-day.html' title='The far-to-be-mother&apos;s day.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/SCa9PqwhnII/AAAAAAAAAN4/K7dOkA3Y9rs/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1842743133360580646</id><published>2008-04-29T23:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:18:22.063+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so so very long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1842743133360580646?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1842743133360580646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1842743133360580646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1842743133360580646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1842743133360580646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-updated-finally-it-has-been-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-1161716566421529517</id><published>2008-02-14T02:16:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:58:09.313+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Events!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After I read Charly's email I was so excited...I decided to google about upcoming events in Auckland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;INCUBUS is coming!! But then my only last hope is trademe, and they're selling it at a pricey price. :( Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So after googling about upcoming events, I would love to go to the following events, well if i have money and if i have time and if someone's going with me and if i'm not feeling guilty. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. The Auckland Lantern Festival (22nd - 24th Feb) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am so going there at least once! Its a tradition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. 2008 Hero Party (23rd - 24th Feb) &lt;em&gt;Its a polysexual dance event. Woohoo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. Skycity Starlight Symphony (23rd Feb) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have never been to this event. They hold it every year so this year...I must go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Funky Oriental Beats (24th Feb) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sounds good eh? And they're Kiwi Asians.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Cheesefest '08 (5th March) &lt;em&gt;Now I know that's the first week of uni...and therefore we should go because its the first week ONLY! I can taste the cheese already!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Auckland International Boat Show (5th - 9th March) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love the viaduct. Let's go already!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. HSBC Round the Bays (16th March) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This reminds me of heat stroke in physiology. But can exercise. Good what.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8. NZ International Comedy Festival (18th April - 11th May) &lt;em&gt;COMEDEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;9. The Cadbury Crunchy Comedy Gala (18th April) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Comedians! Weeee!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.&lt;/em&gt;  Korn Concert &lt;em&gt;(24th April) I want to go see, but don't want la, later I get stuck in the moshpit and DIE. you know the angmo super big one ma, can crush me any second.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. Foo Fighters concert (5th-6th May) &lt;em&gt;OMG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(There's a coffee festival (6 -8th June) which I think Mr. Jason Chan might like, maybe will go with him.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. The Food Show (31st July - 3rd August) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Food!! Who doesn't like Food! OMG must so go. Weeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Too excited. Will leave the rest for next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Please come with me. Or if you're lonely, tell me la, I will go with you. Muahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1161716566421529517?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1161716566421529517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1161716566421529517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1161716566421529517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1161716566421529517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/02/events.html' title='Events!'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-4116353293807024957</id><published>2008-02-12T05:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T05:59:27.478+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Peterpan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A couple days ago, I was listening to Stella talking about her friends in the west. And the one thing that hit me was about being in your comfort zone, about being someone anew, stepping out and up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I realised...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm in my comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I AM in my comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I like my comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But the rule is to step out of your comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To SEE what's out there, to KNOW what's out there, to EXPLORE what's out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Every now and then I don't feel like growing up. I don't want to be 21. I don't want to go into the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want to go to Neverland and live young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Live YOUNG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But face it, we're all growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4116353293807024957?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4116353293807024957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4116353293807024957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4116353293807024957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4116353293807024957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/02/peterpan.html' title='Peterpan.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-842854214874691040</id><published>2008-02-06T17:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:15:47.064+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my enthusiasm disappear to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 kilograms is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No siree, it is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is always the 7 kilos of hand carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its still not ENOUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-842854214874691040?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/842854214874691040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=842854214874691040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/842854214874691040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/842854214874691040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/02/packing.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5602924280673530799</id><published>2008-01-20T03:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T04:22:37.242+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I went to the Spring again today! This time I went shopping with Merley. There were a few things that I wanted to buy but I didn't bring my credit card...so I came home empty handed. I met Cynthia and Junella while I was at the Bra section in Parkson. :P (AT least I am not a man standing at the lingerie section.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And I can't wait til the Padini Concept store is open!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, I realized that when I meet someone I always ask the same questions. And the second question (after the first "how are you" question) is: "What are you doing here?". I should STOP saying that. Its a dumb question! E.g. Let's say you're in the toilet queuing up, and you meet your friend or someone you know, and you ask them: "What are you doing here". What do you expect them to say? ARGH!!! Ridiculous! I need a new starting phrase. I need to ask a different question. This is a stupid question! No one would ask someone what they are doing in the toilet. For heaven's sake, we all know what we're going to do in the toilet. Stupid stupid question!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So while I was talking to Merley today, I realized what I have done - I took it all away from you, didn't I?  And now I understand why you behave the way you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And for that, I feel awful. I feel like I've taken everything for granted all these while. And you never stopped me. Instead you became someone who is more independent, who is stronger. And honestly, I envy you. And if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I never thought of it that way.  I guess there is always two sides of a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5602924280673530799?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5602924280673530799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5602924280673530799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5602924280673530799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5602924280673530799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/01/epiphany.html' title='The epiphany'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-1501690463251388782</id><published>2008-01-17T22:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:57:12.219+13:00</updated><title type='text'>one &gt; month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My poor blog...stranded for God knows how many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanted to tell you that I like Unimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No no, there was no typo. I really do. But I don't think I would want to study there. I guess the master students gave me an extra push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All of these lab work just turns us on. Probably not for you, but seriously, its different from what I thought. And I did NOT regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've got one more month til its time to go back. I must say I miss being independent. I miss doing my own things and walking around the city. but time will come, and we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have been driving twice everyday. Its exciting being on the road again. I think I've gain my dad's trust when driving. Now all I have to do is gain back my mum's and brother's (especially my brother) confidence in me. Which I think would be pretty tough because the last time, if my memory serves me, I nearly got into an accident with a pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One more MONTH! Got to do as much as possible! Weee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1501690463251388782?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1501690463251388782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1501690463251388782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1501690463251388782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1501690463251388782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-month.html' title='one &gt; month.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3746011770167580729</id><published>2007-12-04T06:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:02:43.645+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There is always a right and wrong situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Why are we always so confused with the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;...when you know what's right and what's wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Why do we always have to lie to ourselves when the truth is just right there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We've been brainwashed since our primary years, and yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;...here we stand, alive, incompetent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Is there always an answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know...anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3746011770167580729?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3746011770167580729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3746011770167580729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3746011770167580729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3746011770167580729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-6828770410319509719</id><published>2007-12-02T23:01:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:21:24.942+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What do you do when there's so much time to kill, when time is not a barrier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Obviously the one good thing that you SHOULD do is to watch Grey's Anatomy since it's already in the computer for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently this is my only source of entertainment. Well, not exactly ONLY apart from food. But at times, it is my only. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I detest drama/love/sex tv shows, I like it, I just prefer something different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but since I've got nothing to do right now, why not try something of the norm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/R1KGlNjPFMI/AAAAAAAAANI/9bc7I-KW838/s1600-R/greysanatomyseason3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/R1KGlNjPFMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ggAM5KozpLs/s400/greysanatomyseason3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139318098633888962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and surprisingly, I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-6828770410319509719?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/6828770410319509719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=6828770410319509719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6828770410319509719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6828770410319509719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/12/hiccups.html' title='Hiccups.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/R1KGlNjPFMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ggAM5KozpLs/s72-c/greysanatomyseason3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1451480983968025174</id><published>2007-12-02T03:50:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T03:56:57.847+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss the peeps in auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the holidays in auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free ice cream. Momo tea. late nights. late mornings. trains. SHOPPING. food. new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1451480983968025174?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1451480983968025174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1451480983968025174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1451480983968025174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1451480983968025174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-miss-peeps-in-auckland.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-8869159539688813307</id><published>2007-11-21T12:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:23:25.848+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's the red-purplish thingie in the kebabs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me its Beetroot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8869159539688813307?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8869159539688813307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8869159539688813307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8869159539688813307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8869159539688813307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-red-purplish-thingie-in-kebabs.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3333060314111403628</id><published>2007-11-16T10:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:00:27.544+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide.</title><content type='html'>Its this time again of the year, where bittersweet lingers around. Can you feel it anymore? Does it hurt like it used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not different. Its the same old feeling. But it might not be the same old you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before my exams were over, everyone started leaving. Even before the semester begun, people started leaving. Slowly, one by one. Jamie, May, David, Kuci, Leslie, Rebec, TKC, Brian, and soon Jace, Botak and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably for some of us, the next year would be our last year. Probably after next year, we'll never see each other anymore. And probably, for once, we'll have our goodbyes. No more I'll see you around, no more I'll catch you later, just goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, just maybe "One day, we'll meet at the crossroads"(quoted from Jace).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3333060314111403628?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3333060314111403628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3333060314111403628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3333060314111403628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3333060314111403628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/11/collide.html' title='Collide.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-2615558693546391235</id><published>2007-11-05T03:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:31:17.917+13:00</updated><title type='text'>do you see the blues in my eyes?</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm going to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucking. It. Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, dodgy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought a new summer bag, with flowers + and its yellow in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should pierce the other ear before I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2615558693546391235?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2615558693546391235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2615558693546391235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2615558693546391235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2615558693546391235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-see-blues-in-my-eyes.html' title='do you see the blues in my eyes?'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-6388911824343554466</id><published>2007-11-02T23:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:38:59.095+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Two down, two more to go.</title><content type='html'>At 4.35 pm, I ended my biochemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, sweet, two more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when I checked cecil, the sweetness disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it you grammar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you pharm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-6388911824343554466?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/6388911824343554466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=6388911824343554466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6388911824343554466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/6388911824343554466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-down-two-more-to-go.html' title='Two down, two more to go.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1395850598476554324</id><published>2007-09-01T09:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:27:29.952+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Our very own dessert night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm in the mood of blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So, we have been doing lots of going out + eating out + playing out etc. So fun!! And one of the impromptu eating out + going out sessions was when we went to Stamford Hotel to eat desserts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes yes! D.E.S.S.E.R.T.S!! So good...even though I ended up eating more crackers and cheese rather than cakes and more cakes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It was a dessert buffet for sixteen bucks. Not too bad. It was the day I went for my FIRST soccer match at Epsom's girl school. I thought Rebecca + Adela + Botak and I would only be the ones that going, however, TKC + IC + parents finally came! So that makes 8 of us. But lei, we were sitting on different tables. Boohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Anyway, the desert was so good! The cakes!! OMG the cakes were good (but of course mine is better la - nah, jokes =P) We purposely did not eat dinner just to stuff ourselves with the cakes + pavlovas + mousse. So good. But apparently, there weren't any ice-creams or chocolate fondue (YUM!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Apart from having cakes + pavlovas + mousse, there were crackers with good tasting smoked cheese (their names are for now unknown). Adela introduced the fungus cheese to me. Disgusting I know, but delicious it is!! Hen Hao Chi De. Ke shi, neige Rebecca bu xi huan chi the fungus cheese. Haha! Oh oh and also got fruits! Hmm, fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After a while the cakes tasted too sweet and we felt disgusted, so that's why we moved onto chesse and crackers and not to forget fruits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104986176248811858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiN4UKXEVI/AAAAAAAAALo/UqtpykehLw4/s320/KIF_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Adela + Rebecca. Adela can seriously eat a LOT!! Like wow. She kept on indulging herself with cakes, oh and don't forget cheese and crackers. Adela is a Kiwinized Korean, who's studying OPTOM with daniel + rebecca. And that's how I knew her. Actually I've always seen her in Biomed last year, however since there were lots of people in Biomed, I guess we never knew each other officially.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104987430379262306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiPBUKXEWI/AAAAAAAAALw/QtQQ5p6Q-_w/s320/KIF_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cakes! Cakes! I think Baba took this one. Haha! So good, got so many cheese cakes there that night, then TKC didn't eat a lot of the cheese cakes. Whahaha!! Good la, can lose weight FL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104988426811674994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiP7UKXEXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/elzzJFbbwYA/s320/KIF_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Baba and his mistress. i.e. IC and TKC. Eya, this TKC only acting lady like only. Please la ho. Anyway, IC is over and done with uni, and guess what, he graduated with Honours! So good right? I also want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104989075351736706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiQhEKXEYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3jwXlmmFPJw/s320/KIF_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Half of my plate is filled with crackers. I think its cuz of its non-sweetened taste. I was so sick of eating cakes, and that was my last cake. However I only ate the non-creamed part. YUCK cream. whipped cream = YUCK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104990071784149394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiRbEKXEZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RXZU4JmlVSA/s320/KIF_1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There were only two of these left. They tasted pudding-ish + youghurt-ish + cheesey-ish. Who knows, maybe its supposed to be for decoration, and then who knew that TKC and Rebecca ate them. Wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104990668784603554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiR90KXEaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CHkd1ZfmReE/s320/KIF_1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;She was so proud of her "shot". Haha some more want to take picture with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104991368864272818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiSmkKXEbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x88eMdyVrI0/s320/KIF_1865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You see. You see. Even want to eat the glass. Wahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104992021699301826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiTMkKXEcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0536s_0VlsY/s320/KIF_1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;By the end of the night, our plate consists of more crackers and less cakes. I think after this night I have not made a single cake yet. I think I got grossed out of it. But their fruits were so good! Their grapes (which I think was for display - but I still ate it) + watermelon were the best. I think we should go there again, this time probably eat early dinner first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104992734663872978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiT2EKXEdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wtQku2PulEY/s320/KIF_1866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did I mention that this Adela can seriously eat a lot. Like after several rounds, she still manages to eat cakes. OMG! I think there's a blackhole somewhere in her stomach. Actually come to think of it, Rebecca + Daniel + Adela all eat a lot, and in fact physically, they're skinny. I think the OPTOM faculty has something to do with it. How can like that? You should see how much Daniel can eat. The amount he eats can feed me for like 3-4 days! And whenever we're out with Beth, he can eat half of her meal and one of his. There were a couple of times when we were eating Korean, and he ordered 2-3 bowls of rice. Nutso. And he's so skinny. Like...what the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104993481988182498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiUhkKXEeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3968g5VdBSo/s320/KIF_1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is IC's parents. When I give some of my cakes to IC, no matter how small they are, he would usually cut into three and give to them as well. SO sweet right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104994130528244210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiVHUKXEfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sbmsYMa7RVk/s320/KIF_1870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At last, Botak and I.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the end, we only ended up paying $12 each. Cuz the guy pressed the wrong amount. Haha! and he was lazy to change. So lazy la!! But good for us though. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1395850598476554324?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1395850598476554324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1395850598476554324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1395850598476554324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1395850598476554324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-very-own-dessert-night.html' title='Our very own dessert night.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RtiN4UKXEVI/AAAAAAAAALo/UqtpykehLw4/s72-c/KIF_1851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-4073055765440854886</id><published>2007-08-30T16:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:33:32.145+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do we have to study?!?! HUH? HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to be smart!?!? HUH?? HUH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!?!?!?! Why the torture... *bluek*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-4073055765440854886?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/4073055765440854886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=4073055765440854886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4073055765440854886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/4073055765440854886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-do-we-have-to-study-huh-huh-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1152814817161993306</id><published>2007-08-15T22:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:11:04.494+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; you know what i did today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i spent 3/4 of my day in the philson library.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IN THE PHILSON LIBRARY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i have never been to the philson library.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the philson library is interesting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;inside the philson library, they have journals.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and do you know how they keep the journals in the philson library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;well my dear friend the philson librarians used some rolling thingie to save space and to keep the journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; so each shelf in the philson library is rollable(?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but then i didn't dare to turn the wheel for the philson journal's shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so worried that the whole shelf will collapse and then the adjacent shelf will collapse and so on becoming dominoes and the philson librarian would kick my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; however by then i would be buried by the philson books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; so then the philson librarian can't find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; but then i would be breathing dust from the philson journals in the philson library.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;OMG, i might get lung cancer or something all due to the philson library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ekks, ok i might not go to the philson library again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1152814817161993306?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1152814817161993306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1152814817161993306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1152814817161993306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1152814817161993306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5896747658710964576</id><published>2007-08-11T04:13:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T04:15:04.802+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just finish playing about three four rounds of the buzz game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So FUN!! Perfect friday night, or should I say saturday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I should be so lucky...lucky...lucky...lucky...i should be so lucky....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5896747658710964576?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5896747658710964576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5896747658710964576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5896747658710964576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5896747658710964576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-just-finish-playing-about-three-four.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-8943967512254420808</id><published>2007-08-08T21:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:55:57.201+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bobbie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dear Bobbie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do, I remember pleated skirts, black and white sattle shoes. Do you remember dancing that night? I do, I still think of you when we dance, although we cant jitterbug as we did then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do you remember when...How long has it been?1945 you opened my blue eyes To see a whole new life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you remember whenI told you this that night, That if you're by my side When everyday begins I'll fall for you again. I made a promise when I told you this that night. I'll be fine. When I die, then I die loving you. It's alright, I'll be fine. When I die then I die loving you. Loving you, loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you remember the times we would give up on eachother and get back together, then we finally was married in 1949. We drove the yellow convertible all night long. Do you remember? I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life has led us here Together all these years. This house that we have made Holds twenty-thousand days. And memories we've saved Since life has lead us here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I'll be fine. Cause when I die, then I die loving youIt's alright, I'll be fine Cause when I die then I die loving you, Loving you, loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm coming home to you Stepping off my shoes Resting in my chair See you standing thereT he silver in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm coming home to you. When I lay tonight, when I close my eyes I know the sun will rise Here the next life As long as your still mine, then its alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be fine Cause when I die, then I die loving you It's alright, I'll be fine Cause when I die then I die loving you, Loving you, loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have gray hair now but you're a beautiful woman and the years have been good to both of us. We walk slow now, but we still have eachother. The glue of love is still bonding us together. That is what I remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you remember? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8943967512254420808?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8943967512254420808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8943967512254420808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8943967512254420808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8943967512254420808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-bobbie.html' title='Dear Bobbie.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5281783242821656597</id><published>2007-08-08T19:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:24:37.210+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science Gang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm so full now, after eating lots and lots of chicken. Since I can't study, I have decided to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Anyway, after reviewing my blog entries, I realised that this pathetic blog is lacking pictures. So I shall post up pictures of the so called Science Gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This was when we were at The Don. Seven of us were there - Leslie, Evan, Charly, Elaine, Me, Ting Yuen and Matt. Thank God we did not drink Sake before heading to MEDSCI 205. There was a slight urge though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096225811152997810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RrluX9DzjbI/AAAAAAAAALY/0o1ZoyxrI_Q/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096223792518368642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RrlsidDzjYI/AAAAAAAAALA/p8g91-PkIn8/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096223685144186226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RrlscNDzjXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bpvnR4wD1bs/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This was taken after the Exams. Well not after my Exams though, but it was Chinese so I wasn't bothered by it. We ate fish and chips, which was quite expensive. Since its a Kiwi/British food, isn't it supposed to be cheap? Like $5 cheap. But no...So greedy one this Kiwi people. Why charge so expensive? Its just fish...and CHIPS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096224707346402706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RrltXtDzjZI/AAAAAAAAALI/cgZmUD__OdQ/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Beautiful sunny day when the birds will hover and start stealing your food. Damn birds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096226197700054466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RrluudDzjcI/AAAAAAAAALg/AL5jxVFpSY4/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Up down up. Fat Spicy Wedges.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5281783242821656597?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5281783242821656597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5281783242821656597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5281783242821656597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5281783242821656597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/08/science-gang.html' title='The Science Gang.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RrluX9DzjbI/AAAAAAAAALY/0o1ZoyxrI_Q/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-1875146752552876004</id><published>2007-08-01T07:26:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:29:20.301+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Dot.</title><content type='html'>It's 7.25 am. I'm supposed to leave at 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;So I woke ip at 6.34 and showered.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I slept in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Changed.&lt;br /&gt;Drank cold chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready to go to Grafton.&lt;br /&gt;Before that I had to comb my messy ridiculous hair.&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing so...&lt;br /&gt;I saw a RED DOT.&lt;br /&gt;with its big diameter hence big circumference.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. a big red dot.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a sale.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to Grafton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-1875146752552876004?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/1875146752552876004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=1875146752552876004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1875146752552876004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/1875146752552876004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-dot.html' title='The Red Dot.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-5570797769953979782</id><published>2007-07-31T23:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:17:09.084+12:00</updated><title type='text'>things you should and shouldn't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why didn't you tell me it was so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So I finally get to play soccer for like, half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;OMG! I felt so dumb and stupid standing while the others just ran after the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;People are so violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;People, especially boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I don't even know how to kick the friggin ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Stop moving already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And then there's the competition, which I unknowingly(?) said YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't want to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joan, next time...THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There is always a catch to everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And everyword you say is deadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No matter how innocent you maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, next time shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But then if I shut up, people would think I'm anti-social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What the hell do they want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Enough already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you know what...I am NOT sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5570797769953979782?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5570797769953979782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5570797769953979782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5570797769953979782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5570797769953979782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-you-should-and-shouldnt-know.html' title='things you should and shouldn&apos;t know.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-2284887748993253786</id><published>2007-07-14T17:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:32:13.048+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Porter</title><content type='html'>Are you a positive feedback loop? or a negative feedback loop? Think about it. And don't keep on making yourself feel good by saying you're the later. Because please, no way are you the ugliest tomato I've seen. Or even the cutest. And stop doing it over and over again. Tired la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, So we finally watched Harry Porter. Ergh...like Spiderman III all over again. Why need to be so emo one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is coming. Uni is starting. I've not paid my fees. I've not done my visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today I went to a clinic, and I had to pay NZD95! Like friggin shit like that. Just because I'm an international student, suo yi, wo dei pay ninety friggin five bucks. Luckily I'm insured right? Haha. And then some more got the pharmaceutical bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not feeling well, I'm still having Japanese tonight. and probably shaved ice. Hmmm, YUM...green tea shaved ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, tomorrow is Sunday. So what am I going to do? well I have a few things in mind ie: pack move pack move unpack and then probably have dinner, go out, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca's coming back tonight. Woohoo. OK. signing off. Got to shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2284887748993253786?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2284887748993253786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2284887748993253786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2284887748993253786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2284887748993253786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-porter.html' title='Happy Porter'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-355928496829324605</id><published>2007-07-07T15:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:33:58.427+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things give you away...</title><content type='html'>So talking about Plan C...I still don't know what's going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on Plan A due to certain difficulties and obstructions. Then there was Plan B. I thought Plan B was ok and we could just move along. But NO, it might fail, and I might need Plan C. And I'm still clueless about Plan C. I don't know what to do. I don't want to be like those girls who would just stick to one PLAN, and persist on it even though it fails. I'm sure there's more than just Plan A. Plan D wouldn't be that bad as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate? &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I don't have enough ketchup for my chips. &lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when I can't fit into my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I hate it whenever I work so hard for something and the results turns out otherwise. It's like 140 + 106 + 160 all over again. GAH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's all done and over with. I can't change anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all got one more week left before the next semester begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that you realised that your world revolve around studies. Well probably not your world, but...my world. I'm a slacker. And I realised that I have no passion when it comes to doing things that I want to do. And I get easily distracted. I think its the ketchups. I must be the ketchups. [Note: No more Ketchups]. Anyway the point is, I want to get a job. I've been wanting to get a job since...last year. BUT NO, until now I'm still  jobLESS. So I keep on searching for jobs online and they have these annoying requirements like experience in cleaning/light labour/receptionist/kitchen hand. I mean come on, each and every one of us have done so and so. It isn't that hard. And the fact that you've not worked before, means that you have no experience. Well that is theoretically true. But you do it in your everyday life, PRACTICALLY. Look at me, I carried (let's not be too ambitious)..I tried to carry a bed and a wardrobe together with TKC while moving her apartment. Now isn't that light labour. And that's enough. I think. Well probably not to their standards. and probably it's not as professional. And also there's the part where I know I should persist to call other laobanS. (this just reminds me, I totally forgot how to write laoban in chinese). But you see, once I've called, I get lazy, and the motivation just gets blown by the wind. Besides being lazy and all, ok So I told a few people that I want to find a job. And I get so friggin picky. So they tell me that there's this job available at so and so right, and suddenly I just get so...what's that word...LAZY. It just comes back all the time. Argh, damnit Joan, you're so going nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have deducted that I need to start pulling up my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-355928496829324605?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/355928496829324605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=355928496829324605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/355928496829324605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/355928496829324605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-things-give-you-away.html' title='the little things give you away...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-144086592662282216</id><published>2007-07-04T16:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:24:42.548+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH crap. What's plan C?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-144086592662282216?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/144086592662282216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=144086592662282216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/144086592662282216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/144086592662282216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3915617838615748731</id><published>2007-06-29T10:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:31:04.716+12:00</updated><title type='text'>you ASIAN!!</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did a few stuff today, as soon as I got up! *grins* I'm so proud of myself. However there is only ONE thing left on my list, which I shall do after I have taken a look at the chinese grocery store opposite my apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast last night with Beth and Daniel. We went to KK to eat lunch during dinner. And there was this particular argument about Arabians being Asian. I ate Sambal Chicken with Rice which was good! I like KK. And I think if I work there, I might not need to worry about dinner or lunch. The scent itself will just fill up my tummy. I feel so deprived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have so fallen in LOVE with "the pipettes". So good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan today is to wake up early (which I did), cancel off things to do on my things-to-do-list after doing them, get fruits(!!!), chinese grocery, and off I'll go to New Market with my qing ai de TKC. We're going to have Yum Char and then shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK LOOK I've added new people on my LIST :) I feel productive! (hehe, reproductive).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3915617838615748731?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3915617838615748731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3915617838615748731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3915617838615748731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3915617838615748731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-asian.html' title='you ASIAN!!'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5623906949015290916</id><published>2007-06-28T17:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:26:50.168+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat freak</title><content type='html'>Ah...finally done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room today. However I've got to do something with the living room. Now I know I'm just staying here temporarily, but I can't stand the mess in MY ROOM. In my room only, for now. Hehe. Anyway, I made a list of things that I should do last night, and 1/3 of it. Damn me for not trying. However, yeap the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went shoppiiiing. By the end of the day, I was exhausted, even though I only bought 2 things = a pair of boots and a black short sleeved coat(?). I've lost my stamina. I think my stamina comes seasonally. It's usually at its peak during my trip to KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to change and get ready for the dinner tonight. We're going to have Malaysian. I hope Beth doesn't get met lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5623906949015290916?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5623906949015290916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5623906949015290916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5623906949015290916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5623906949015290916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/06/neat-freak.html' title='Neat freak'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-8783276522234437177</id><published>2007-06-26T23:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:04:09.765+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomad.</title><content type='html'>I moved, and I’ll move and I’ll keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I’ve moved. In two and a half years, I’ve been moving for about … 10 times, excluding going back to Kuching. Since it’s a double digit, it’s definitely a record in my personal account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Bay – Princeton – Altitude – New Lynn – Malaysia – New Lynn – 72 WS – Unilodge – New Lynn – Malaysia – New Lynn – Unilodge – Flatting with Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came here, I stayed at Mission Bay where I met my homestay parents, nice folks, but like I’ve said to some, no one can ever substitute my mum. And then there’s the Shanghainese Kitty, “ergh” such pain – don’t bother reminiscing flash backs. So, I happily moved to Princeton. Now, Princeton = I like. However, after some time, I got bored of it, and besides since I was turning 18 that year, I couldn’t stay at the under 18 level. So I moved again, this time with Soonie. We stayed at the Altitude apartment. It wasn’t too bad apart from the unforgettable incident which I shan’t mention. We had two double beds, fully furnished, perfect view, oven and TV. But when ACG ended, it was time for us to head back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had to leave my stuff at Johnny’s place, theoretically, I “moved” there, seeing that my stuff moved along with me. Then I went back home, back to Malaysia. After celebrating Chinese New Year and living in the brand new house, I went back to New Lynn and moved once more to…I have no name for this apartment; it’s just at 72 Wellesley St. Anyway, I stayed there with Fathiyyah until June or July. Then off I moved to Unilodge. Now Unilodge was good. Til now it is good. That was the longest place I’ve stayed, about a year, even though I moved to different rooms. But why did I move? Well, $$$$$. They started getting greedy, adding NZD20 each week. So now I’m staying together with Rebecca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m staying in this temporary room for now. Then I’ll move to another room for both of us. I hate the light in my room. Friggin light. And I can’t change the bulb even though I’m using the friggin chair…you’d know why wouldn’t you. Damn you! Gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-8783276522234437177?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/8783276522234437177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=8783276522234437177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8783276522234437177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/8783276522234437177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/06/nomad.html' title='Nomad.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5436579094132547864</id><published>2007-06-05T00:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:40:09.282+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy gawai?</title><content type='html'>So the study break has already started. &lt;br /&gt;And guess what we have been doing?&lt;br /&gt;I've got one word for you...WONTON!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe! wonton is so nice and so fun. &lt;br /&gt;Botak taught me how to make, but obviously I've not mastered the marinating pork part. &lt;br /&gt;Yeap, physiology is coming up, and I'm in deep shit. But...I can't stand unnecessary stress.&lt;br /&gt;Ok it is necessary, but I cannot stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Some more right, I've got like pimples on my face and on my back. and on my NECK. And some people some more think its 'curry chicken'. &lt;br /&gt;Like OMG!! Never happened before. &lt;br /&gt;Ok time to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, V drink is so good! I love it. Haha! Helps me to stay up til 2 in the morning. yeah I know that isn't very late, but I sleep early. and That's late for me already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally forgot about gawai.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5436579094132547864?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5436579094132547864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5436579094132547864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5436579094132547864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5436579094132547864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-gawai.html' title='Happy gawai?'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-7058592754479090748</id><published>2007-06-05T00:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:31:34.617+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Major?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/b&gt;, You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Biology, Chemistry, Geology, or related majors (e.g., Biochemistry, Environmental Science, Forestry, Fisheries and Wildlife, Genetics, Marine Biology, Zoology). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Physics/Engineering/Computer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Visual&amp;PerformingArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=35647'&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7058592754479090748?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7058592754479090748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7058592754479090748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7058592754479090748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7058592754479090748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/06/major.html' title='Major?'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-7641280205092518120</id><published>2007-06-01T10:22:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:52:47.424+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lately I've been telling myself to study more, study more, study more, study more and of course stay at home. However, temptation got the better half of me. I've been going out during nights since Monday. And after Monday, I told myself, ok that's it. I shall not go out. YES, I shall stay at home. However, when Tuesday came by, I had to sit for my chinese oral test - which was...bluergh. After my oral test, I promised myself to finish the last topic I wanted to finish for 205. But...when I reached the IC and started studying, an hour later, TKC came along and we started talking about...I don't know, random stuff. And then I couldn't study anymore so I went back to her place to eat nuggets with rice paper. It was so good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ok so Tuesday night over - thus wasn't able to study.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then came Wednesday night. Hmm, suddenly i totally forgot. *recalling memory* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh yes, so I was at the IC again and TKC found me again. haha! So we started talking, and we wanted to eat dinner! So we thought, ok she has a test tomorrow, so we'll be back by 9. We went to eat Korean because of the yummy side dishes. Then we went for dessert at Yogoberry. Hmm...So good! Low fat yoghurt ice-cream. Ok, so it doesn't sound that good. But I liked it. We had grapes, cornflakes, lychee and turkish delight together with the ice-cream. So good! We were on schedule and reached home by 9. But (there's always a BUT), we were both way too full hence...we didn't study. And TKC had a test the next day, but noo...she didn't study. So lazy la that FL.  And me being SL, also didn't friggin study! Shit la. So dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ok, nevermind, then on thursday Dav chatted with me via msn because TKC asked me whether I'd like to go to the Japanese shop and also buy cookies. So right, you know me la, my self-discipline like so doesn't exist in my dictionary, I decided to go out with her. We went to buy 8 Mrs Higgins cookies! but the guy gave us NINE! So nice (actually now i'm eating it). Ok, so after buying cookies we ate at Taller Park. OMG! They had this DISH zhen hen hao chi. They used the cheechongfan (Spelling?) and wrapped around the eu cha kueh(spelling?). Oooo...like I've said zhen hao chi! I never ate in msia...wonder why. After that we went to the Japanese $3 shop cuz this TKC wanted to buy a few stuff. This time around we reached home by 9 again. Not bad eh our timing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I must say, I did have fun hanging out with TKC even though exams are imminent. She helped me released my undesirable stress. Thanks TKC!! MY dear FL! hahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So yeah, since today's friday, there is a high probability that I might go out. Not too sure. BUT I NEED TO STUDY and here I am wasting my time blogging right? Cuz I thought, hmm, so long haven't blogged. But today the BIOMED students with my friend who's in food science, we'll be having LUNCH before 205. SO fun!! It's the last day of lectures! Wah finally right? But quite sad also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anywhoo, last night I slept at nearly one in the morning. Then I started hearing voices. "There is a fire in your building. The fire alarm has been turned on. You may wish to evacuate if you want."  &lt;--well something like that la, can't remember, was half asleep. So I was like "what the hell..." And I looked at my watch, and it's friggin 3 ish. My gut told me, go go la Joan. Then the first thing that came to my mind was...OK MUST BRUSH TEETH! Like OMG ok. Then after that I packed my passport, purse and cell phone into my bag. Then when I wanted to leave, I thought, haiya better change la. I look so aunty. SO I took my sweet time puttin on my jeans and T-shirt. The wore my roxy jumper. Before I went out, I nearly forgot to get my keys. Thank god I remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So right, I was thinking, stupid blardy fire drill. Why always like that. So early in the friggin morning. Then I walked down to the ground floor and saw water - like a pool of water. Then I saw one of the fireman questioning a guy :"What were you doing there?? " And I could see smoke at the end near the laundry area. Since I thought I was blocking the fireman's way, I had to refrain myself from being so KEPO and left the building. Outside was so friggin cold ok? I was shivering. But I tell you, luckily I changed man. Or else I'll be freezing cold! There were not lots of people outside, so I reckon that some didn't bother going down cuz they thought it was a fire drill and also the speaker was saying that you may leave if you want to. So yeah, in the end, we went back to sleep, that was like around 4 ish. Phew, what a morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This morning I met May, and I told her that there was a real fire. And she was like "what? really ah?". Oh May is also staying at unilodge, and she didn't go out. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OK that's all. Wow! quite long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-7641280205092518120?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/7641280205092518120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=7641280205092518120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7641280205092518120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/7641280205092518120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/06/awesome-ass.html' title='Awesome Ass!'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-3844440835702991857</id><published>2007-05-23T12:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:31:19.308+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Kart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RlOLQ6JKPcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fEOHzFkjTM8/s1600-h/PICT0905aye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067547128323784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RlOLQ6JKPcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fEOHzFkjTM8/s320/PICT0905aye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RlOJQaJKPbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZohucZ_uU58/s1600-h/IMG_5395-po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067544920710593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RlOJQaJKPbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZohucZ_uU58/s320/IMG_5395-po.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RlOH8KJKPaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3F1B2IzwViw/s1600-h/IMG_5370-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067543473306615202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RlOH8KJKPaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3F1B2IzwViw/s320/IMG_5370-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3844440835702991857?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3844440835702991857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3844440835702991857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3844440835702991857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3844440835702991857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-kart.html' title='Go Kart.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_SMKXss5tH0U/RlOLQ6JKPcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fEOHzFkjTM8/s72-c/PICT0905aye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808601.post-2752855923248145974</id><published>2007-05-23T11:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:14:01.428+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I finally handed in my last report yesterday! Woohoo!! Like awesome man! No la, not awesome at all. Like nothing like that. Zijing(my new friend!!) did it the night before because he totally forgot about it. What...I hope this never happens to me next sem and next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anyway, while I was walking back from Grafton to the IC, I met this HK girl named Cindy. So we talked about normal, surfacey stuff i.e: Medsci reports and the test and yeah yadah yadah yadah. Then out of the blue (due to randomness), I asked her whether she's 20. Apparently she's not, she's 22. From that conversation, I flashed back the exact words coming out from Jason's friend's mouth "How come you're so old?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that's the end of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yes...very mo liu and ben one I know, and also mei youyisi de. However those who were there would know the story. haha, and jason would like to SLEPT her. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok Joan stop being lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh oh and do you know that I love watching Kim Possible. So cool!! I love the naked mole RAT! Haha! It starts at 7.30 and that's when I've got breakfast i.e mElo in front of me. Yeah, that's my breakfast show, right before I rush to 203 at 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-2752855923248145974?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/2752855923248145974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=2752855923248145974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2752855923248145974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/2752855923248145974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/05/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings.'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3117764934111601231</id><published>2007-05-17T19:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:03:05.691+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think the best tv series (for me) would be gilmore girls. It's just so good. Really. really. Good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've been watching it for ages. Since when I was 15? I can't remember, but it's awfully long. I guess I grew up watching it, and no other tv series can ever top it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, I just finished watching the 21st episode, and it really set me thinking about what's going to happen after I graduate. I've got a year and a half left, and I'm already half way there. Yesterday while we were at the Chocolate Boutique, we were talking about graduation. And it's really scary when I think about it. Most of the time, I don't feel like its the right time for me. Then there's the part where I can't wait to work. Then there's the part where I don't want to ruin what we built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I knew what would happen. But I guess the future will always be vague. I just hope it turns out right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3117764934111601231?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3117764934111601231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3117764934111601231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3117764934111601231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3117764934111601231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/05/dream.html' title='Dream...'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-5835377919821344174</id><published>2007-05-14T23:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:28:23.103+12:00</updated><title type='text'>S.m.i.l.e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Octops"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;effect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;till&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-5835377919821344174?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/5835377919821344174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=5835377919821344174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5835377919821344174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/5835377919821344174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/05/smile.html' title='S.m.i.l.e'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7808601.post-3614290416960708476</id><published>2007-05-13T17:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:28:47.707+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag?</title><content type='html'>So I've been tagged again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've done the 6 weird things... so since it's 10 weird things right, then...I've give you another 4 more ok liaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I usually go to the gym at night. Like really really late at night, around 11 ish or 12 ish. Sometimes during the weekend, I'd be in the gym at 2 am. Haha! But after I met this man who comes into the gym and asks me questions, I never went to the gym that late anymore. Instead I go at 9 ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I do not do KEBANGSAAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm worried that I assume too much until one day everything that I've once assumed, came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whenever I get hungry, I get really cranky! And I start to feel that I could collapse any minute unless I have food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808601-3614290416960708476?l=jo-see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/feeds/3614290416960708476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808601&amp;postID=3614290416960708476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3614290416960708476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808601/posts/default/3614290416960708476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-see.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag.html' title='Tag?'/><author><name>joanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16817231189296857391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
