<?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-4363464689590610442</id><updated>2012-01-15T08:55:16.303-08:00</updated><category term='songs'/><category term='short works'/><category term='funny'/><category term='fights'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='God'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='studies'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='videos'/><category term='random pics'/><category term='college'/><category term='tag'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='experiences'/><category term='me pics'/><category term='movie'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='people'/><category term='chilis'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='emo'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='college friends'/><category term='church friends'/><category term='mel'/><category term='celebs'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='rant'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>~Life's Breath~</title><subtitle type='html'>...colouring hearts; painting worlds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>390</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-322762580133626111</id><published>2011-12-23T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:09:37.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons on Love</title><content type='html'>Its Christmas eve!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But feels a little bit like quite a sad one. Over the past week, two of the longest relationships I've known have come to an end. Couples who have been dating for six, seven years break up; and I cannot begin to even imagine how long, difficult and painful the road to recovery will be. How do you get over someone who has been such a big part of your life for that long? Whose future you have probably imagined being married to and spending the rest of your lives together. Just how do you move on from that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really cannot imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I have always thought that being in a relationship for so long was a good thing. We know the other person so well. We become so incredibly comfortable with each other that maybe, we forget to consider the other person's feelings? Or we start to forget to appreciate the other person, take them for granted, taking care of their needs becomes a chore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. I'm just assuming. Aha. *Think too much*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what happened when i found out about these two couples was that i called Jason. Immediately. I guess I realized that after being with him for so long, I myself had never considered breaking up an option or something that would actually happened to us. If anything, I sometimes think of us as an old married couple. :p But it hit me that we're not married. And the realization that if two of the longest-dating couples actually COULD and DID break up, it could happen to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I struggled with my own thoughts, wondering if in my demanding nature, whether i have undermined Jason's feelings. Or forgotten to respect him at times. Or if I have not been considerate enough for him. Did I take him for granted? Did I become so comfortable in the surety that we could get married blind me to the small or big things that could eventually make me miss the signs that something was wrong in our relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Hello. Do you love me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Hmm......maybe la."&lt;br /&gt;"........... D:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Yes la. I love you. Why so sudden one?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we talked. I told him about my worries. What brought about this sudden insecurity. We discussed what happened to these couples. And related it back to ourselves. The lessons we could learn from them. And Jason said something that was very true although painful. He said whether these couples have been dating for a long time isn't relevant. Its better that they found out now that they couldn't work out now than when AFTER marriage and things are so much more complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this incident, I can conclude one thing. When you first start a relationship, the ratio is usually 70% feeling and 30% choice to be together. Its nature's way of getting people to procreate. Rofl. It just feels natural that if two people feel so attracted to each other that they just be together. But as time passes, being together is more of a choice than a feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving someone is a choice, a decision only you can make. Loving someone is not a feeling; feeling is the by-product of loving someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-322762580133626111?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/322762580133626111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=322762580133626111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/322762580133626111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/322762580133626111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/12/lessons-on-love.html' title='Lessons on Love'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8388771808817176667</id><published>2011-10-29T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:53:13.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day forgotten to be remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both forgot until 2 days later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos he showed up at my doorstep with a bunch of colorful helium balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So silly he looked. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That grin on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind tugging on the balloons in hand as he pulled it out from the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The neighbor who stared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The complete awkwardness, surprise, delight and butterflies as i stood there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my nightie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really never thought he would so something like this for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprises, being romantic and outrageously sweet are not traits i would attribute to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdQCAi4CWJs/Tqw5i0vAh1I/AAAAAAAAB7I/TUGpXbt9BT0/s400/DSC02081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668969301386757970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In coming,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To love each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deeper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wiser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stronger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8388771808817176667?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8388771808817176667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8388771808817176667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8388771808817176667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8388771808817176667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-forgotten-to-be-remembered.html' title='A day forgotten to be remembered'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdQCAi4CWJs/Tqw5i0vAh1I/AAAAAAAAB7I/TUGpXbt9BT0/s72-c/DSC02081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1271142448161019754</id><published>2011-10-14T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T03:22:10.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You put down others just to place yourself on a pedestal and then call it entertainment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad truth is you're pitting against others who are not at YOUR level in certain aspects just so that you can feel good about yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because deep down inside you realize that without this so called 'trolling', you would have to pick on someone your own size and you don't have the guts to do that- you might LOSE FACE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And face is all you got, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you pick candy from a child and brag about how 'strong' and 'mighty' you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathethicballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1271142448161019754?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1271142448161019754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1271142448161019754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1271142448161019754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1271142448161019754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/10/trolls.html' title='Trolls'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7711099791474745878</id><published>2011-09-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:22:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black is Back with Arthur’s Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 84, 89); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Checked my email earlier and saw mail from Nuffnang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;Its about &lt;b&gt;Arthur's Day&lt;/b&gt; and frankly, though i have never attended a single event like this before, i figured, why not try to score the tickets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;....nothing appeals to a kiasu more than the words "exclusive" and "free". ;) Or should i say cheapskate? nononononono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;So here's the dirt:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;Taio Cruz is the main star for the night. Yea, the dude who likes to break break break break girls hearts. And other local artists such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Prema Yin, NakedBreed, Rosevelt, Dragon Red, Jin Hackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; (feat. CSBTEA) and &lt;span&gt;James Baum are dying for an opportunity to perform with him. Who will get it? The votes are up to us peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So yea. Music yo! Who says no to that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh and beer. Why not kan? (Ei, i am very responsible when i drink okehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Read: can't drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Why am i excited about being this? I'm not sure, but maybe once i actually get the tickets to go i'll to you if its worth getting hyped up about. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Oh. OHHHH!!! If i get to go, i can wear my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;little black dress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that i never had the opportunity to wear before! Oh SWEET. I now see the light. Yesh yesh yesh. :p of all the nonsensical reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;Hee. Anyhow, here are the details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;letter-spacing:-.75pt;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date: 23 September 2011 (Friday)&lt;span style="background:white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Time: 6 pm onwards&lt;span style="background:white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Venue: Speed City KL, Selangor Turf Club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;letter-spacing:-.75pt;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;letter-spacing:-.75pt;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;The theme is black chic (duh, "black is back?"). So imagine all the sexy beautiful gorgeous ppl who'll be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;letter-spacing:-.75pt;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Must be a lot to look see look see. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;letter-spacing:-.75pt;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;So yea. Fingers crossed now no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 84, 89); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;background:white"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7711099791474745878?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7711099791474745878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7711099791474745878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7711099791474745878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7711099791474745878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/09/black-is-back-with-arthurs-day-2011.html' title='Black is Back with Arthur’s Day 2011'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-9107426492003950082</id><published>2011-08-24T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:05:26.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home?</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am mad excited because tmr will be my SECOND LAST paper before semester break starts. Its been a pretty hectic sem this few months and i am so looking fwd to the hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i'm already acting like its the holidays. Been finding it so darn difficult to focus on studying, especially with this last two subjects. Motivation has basically packed up and moved to Hawaii or sthg. I dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i just felt a need to not let my blog fall to ruins so, just to add some pointless jottings i suppose? Promise to give some PROPER updates once the holidays come about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and i am going for youth camp to malacca next week! woots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So till then, ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The key clicks and i step in, my feet meeting with the cool floor. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All is empty, quiet but alone is the last thing i feel. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I drop my bags and things where i always do- a temporary lump of mess on that chair which i will take with me when i leave later anyway. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the kitchen, i grab a cold bottle &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;of flavored malt drink- my favourite, left just for me, and plop myself of the sofa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Luxuriating in the comfort, stillness and total sense of freedom, I grab a pillow and turn on the tv. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;CSI is on. My favourite. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So is Keeping up with the Kardashians. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love that show. All the drama and glamour. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I laugh as Kim does something completely bimbotic and hug a nearby pillow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It smells like you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I smile and realize how even more bimbotic i am, sitting here looking like an idiot. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think about you and how much being here has to do with you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much it feels like home more than home. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here i can truly relax and walk around without needing to pick up after someone else, to not get yelled at to wash day-old dishes in the sink, to not be needed just to clean up messes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But its more than that. Its not about the shortcomings and imperfections of my life that makes this special. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its being here and feeling so comfortable in my own skin, and being able to be me and being able to laugh so much simply because you are so silly and you make me so blessed and so incredibly happy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its the feeling of being so completely at home. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home is what this feels like. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I turn off the tv and start studying the notes i brought over. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The gate rattles and i know you are back. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart does a little dance as you step out of the car and walk over. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am all smiles as you come over and i anticipate your hello...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oi. You. Break into my house, steal my drink, watch my tv. Such a freeloader you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;:) Ah yes. I am home. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-9107426492003950082?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9107426492003950082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=9107426492003950082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/9107426492003950082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/9107426492003950082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/08/home.html' title='Home?'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7344546783279224818</id><published>2011-08-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:12:00.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short term dream coming true?</title><content type='html'>Oh look hey! I finally found some motivation to update.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wells, to continue from my previous post...i had NO birthday celebration for my 21st. Which is all in all, really disappointing. I actually made plans to have a couple of my friends (ok, i ONLY have a couple of friends. LOL) to meet at Fukuharu so we could have drinks. Who would've thought that i would get dengue on my birthday with lasted a week and a half. By the time i was feeling better, it seemed pointless so.....its now August. D: Sucks right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWENTY FIRST LEHH!!!! So disappointing. Aihs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of things on my mind right now. Thinking about the future a lot. Mainly about my 3 month degree program in UK. Loans. Money. Prospective jobs. Really. A LOT has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut stories short:&lt;b&gt; I am 85% certain that i will be going to UK! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wootz! Previously, i have been telling myself that it would be okay if i didn't go because not everyone needs a degree......right? But as i went along this semester, i've kind of felt that it would be totally pointless to be doing my advanced diploma if i wasn't going to take the program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, after my internship i do realize how precious the freedom of studying life is. Once i graduate and start work, i will have little time to do what i want, go where i want. So...this opportunity to visit UK while studying for my degree will be like a big eye-opener and sort of a big trip before i go out to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it would be great to try and live on my own for 3 months in a completely different environment to see how i cope. Also, i think its good to see how Jason and I will fare without each other for 3 months (HAH!). I think i can learn so much from this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although to be frank, what i am looking for most (and fingers crossed that i will be able to afford this) is to go for a short backpacking trip after i finish the program and before i fly back to Msia. I mean, since i'm already there, why not right? And i've always always wanted to see Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Because of hot angmohs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it would broaden my horizons, open my eyes to &lt;strike&gt;gorgeous, blonde haired, blue-eyed blokes&lt;/strike&gt; the different cultures and beautiful people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha. Just KIDDING! Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad says he will help me with half the amount. The other half i will have to apply for a kojadi loan. The details i'm still not sure yet so....i will keep praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to keep my eyes from wandering so far ahead into the future, i have to first focus on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The coming final exams which are in 2 weeks. I am so unprepared for. FISHSTICKS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thesis  =____=""Dan lain-lain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Thats life so far. Writing moment has passed. &lt;/div&gt;More next time.....whenever that is. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7344546783279224818?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7344546783279224818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7344546783279224818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7344546783279224818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7344546783279224818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-term-dream-coming-true.html' title='Short term dream coming true?'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5863280195089178889</id><published>2011-06-06T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:13:11.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-21st birthday anxiety. The lame kind. :p</title><content type='html'>At time of writing, my 21st birthday is like.....ONE day away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do i feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepy actually. Hahaha. I will hit the sack soon, just thought i'd write a little before going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always kinda thought I'd have a pretty awesome 21st birthday party. With nice food, everyone a little dressed up, nice ambiance... not a massive group. Maybe like 30 people or so? People who are important to me, known me a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh. But i don't think anything like that will be happening though, cos i didn't ask my parents to throw me a party. I think its awkward to ASK for a party. Its like, very shiok sendiri. :s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....i'm kinda sitting here thinking: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a weirdo i am. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, no. Don't get me wrong. I'm not expecting people to throw me a party or do stuff for me. I'm not emoing or getting disappointed over anyone or anything. I just kinda wanted to do something fun cos it seems like everyone gets to do sthg fun on their 21st. :p peer pressure kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason is taking the day off for me. :) Which, thinking back on how much i used to get mad, cry and complain about how he never spends time with me or take me out...is a very awesome gift to me. Its been aeons ago, but he kept his promise and i'm realizing only now. And i'm happy and excited for this wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HONESTLY don't know what will happen this 8th June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if there'll be a partayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what i'll be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where I'll be going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...it would suck to have a lousy 21st wouldn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel stressed that my expectations won't be fulfilled and i end up emo-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padahal, i don't even know what my expectations are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a complicated (or retarded?) individual I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma enjoy myself. Have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....and worse comes to worst, there's always 22nd birthday, 30th birthday, 40th birthday.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zzzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5863280195089178889?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5863280195089178889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5863280195089178889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5863280195089178889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5863280195089178889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/06/pre-21st-birthday-anxiety-lame-kind-p.html' title='Pre-21st birthday anxiety. The lame kind. :p'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8454083371661733571</id><published>2011-02-18T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:44:06.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night</title><content type='html'>City lights before us, a spread of red, orange, yellow and white. Chatter below; the clinking of cutlery, scraping of chairs against the ground, raucous laughter of friends round the table. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calm in the dimness. Peace in the crisp, cool night air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A corny love song blares over the poor sound system. Old music. A man with a falsetto voice; singing something about love and sacrifice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your arms find your way around me as we appreciate the stillness and beauty before us. We share a joke, observe the people around us, look for places we know in the scenery. Warmth, comfort, familiarity. We sway a little to the music. That retarded song. You lips to my ear, whispering. No, singing. I don't know which. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laugh. More jokes. More silliness. Whether this counts as dancing, I don't know. I am completely lost to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captivated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8454083371661733571?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8454083371661733571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8454083371661733571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8454083371661733571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8454083371661733571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/02/night.html' title='A night'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7681279300102514551</id><published>2011-01-09T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:44:17.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most kickass dream. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I dreamt that i was a soldier in some sort of a war. And i got to wear a really cute soldier outfit. XD Hahahahahaha...i know, so lame. I basically looked like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TSnIx3bHIFI/AAAAAAAAB6g/yGsuYhSzwuU/s1600/Chibi_Soldier_Girl_by_rongs1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TSnIx3bHIFI/AAAAAAAAB6g/yGsuYhSzwuU/s400/Chibi_Soldier_Girl_by_rongs1234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560195973982396498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me and my battalion were whizzing through the jungle in this super cool hummer shooting at some weird bad guys. XD Funny right. There were about 5 of us in the vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my ride. What up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TSnHZnES-_I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/m3cH2A2j8Gc/s400/800hummer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560194457763249138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, and guess what my weapon was? Don't laugh. The&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;keyblade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Kingdom Hearts. One of the evolved types. Shaddup. It was super awesome. The other soldiers had like what? Guns? Pfft. I had a KEYBLADE okehh!!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you're wondering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big thingy those two are holding are keyblades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TSnHZfawsxI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/lWmQc4lZxVs/s400/AxRgrey.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560194455709987602" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Anyway, we were driving driving, shooting, being awesome when suddenly we were on a crumbling highway bridge. And we shot off the ridge. Thats when my burly, muscular bodyguard/partner grabbed me and we free fall-ed from the sky till he pulled open the parachute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROCKING FUN!!!!!!&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/4363464689590610442-7681279300102514551?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7681279300102514551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7681279300102514551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7681279300102514551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7681279300102514551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2011/01/most-kickass-dream-ever.html' title='Most kickass dream. Ever.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TSnIx3bHIFI/AAAAAAAAB6g/yGsuYhSzwuU/s72-c/Chibi_Soldier_Girl_by_rongs1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4163667986929807259</id><published>2010-12-15T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T07:59:38.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>My unknowing in-laws are unknowingly making me feel stressed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, final exams are fast approaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this blog is dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4163667986929807259?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4163667986929807259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4163667986929807259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4163667986929807259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4163667986929807259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/12/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8821198712168080493</id><published>2010-11-29T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:27:44.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YinYang post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quick update because this blog is just so abandoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if your really want to know about what i've been up to, facebook will be more efficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, my modem was fried by lightning quite some time ago so i haven't been able to go online at home. Its a pain seriously. Assignments all had to do at cafes, McD and Kz's place. One night i stayed at McD till 1am. Sad. But Jason actually teman-ed me the whole time. Could see he was very very sien. But he stuck by me anyway cos it was late. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Kz is moving house today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went dating at IKEA last week, or was it 2 weeks ago? Forgot. Had really good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After IKEA i had LG dinner at Shabu One. It was a super fun day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Yee at I posing at the National Geographic thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At LOT 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOWsrl8ozI/AAAAAAAAB5s/cAiwpe3_9Mo/s400/b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544941260583510834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a pretty pic of me and Wai Kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pose kayu as usual. Sien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOWse_6CqI/AAAAAAAAB5k/PGdVx5cR_Nw/s400/a.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544941257202731682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and melanie came back for the holidays!!!!! Happy until can die (not that i want to die....just an expression). I stayed over with her at Mama's place for a night, chatted and played clothes. Her life sounds so fun. :) So nice to meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later that night we went to One Utama, had blasting good food at Vietnam Kitchen. Serious. I LOVE it there. Fried oysters, tomatoes stuffed with meat, curry fish....Aaaaahhh. So naise!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to watch Tangled. It was really funny. A LOT of adorable characters that u cannot help but love. This movie has one of the most kind villains ever; not to say she wasn't bad, she was but compared to a lot of other evil villains, the evil with mother was ok. A good movie. I don't regret watching at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOZGwGC1WI/AAAAAAAAB50/Qu4Bs84IZA8/s400/tangled_movie_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my pretty cousin!!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOVQlTvzfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/hvJ8ZpD4I6U/s1600/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOVQlTvzfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/hvJ8ZpD4I6U/s400/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544939678348594674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my smelly Jason. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOVQFhzLzI/AAAAAAAAB5U/9wyeLBaL_Uk/s1600/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOVQFhzLzI/AAAAAAAAB5U/9wyeLBaL_Uk/s400/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544939669817601842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of fun things have been going on, i don't deny that. But i am having serious difficulties with my college life. Rmb my last post about my stats analysis midterm? I basically handed in a blank paper cos i didn't know how to do anything. even now also i understand SQUAT. I am horribly worried that i will fail this subject and be forced to resit or even repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have to start applying for my internship company starting tmr. I don't know what to do or what to choose. A lot of prestigious companies. I am terrified of rejection. Terrified of failing. Terrified of being stupid and not knowing what to do. I KNOW that my internship company will have a big impact on my future career, like if i get a good company and i do well, i could work there after i graduate and stuff. But what if i do so horribly nobody wants me, or im so traumatised by it i dont want to work anymore or i learn absolutely nothing cos i picked the wrong company??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;INDECISIVENESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my beloved phone has given up on me. I can't type 1, 3 and 6 anymore so i basically can't text or key in properly. Type in my PIN number also cannot. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sien, this post started off so happily but ended so emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week melanie will stay with me for the weekend. I intend to have FUN FUN FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do something about Statistical Analysis.... T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8821198712168080493?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8821198712168080493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8821198712168080493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8821198712168080493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8821198712168080493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/11/yinyang-post.html' title='YinYang post'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TPOWsrl8ozI/AAAAAAAAB5s/cAiwpe3_9Mo/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5959601928164432680</id><published>2010-11-12T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T08:22:12.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic jams n stats midterm</title><content type='html'>Such a busy and tiring day...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wiped out and desperately need sleep but tmr is statistics midterm test and I am at a complete loss on the subject. Need to study. *moan* and tmr is a saturday too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;William is stealing my boyfriend. Guy-bonding time to buy guitar kononnya. And on a saturday when he isn't working too. Sighs. The sadness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrr2 insanely retarded jam today. Took me more than an hour to get to college. Arrived super late. Spent the last five minutes of class handing in assignment then took another half an hour to get home. Gila babi. And very exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh sleeeeeep. :(((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Starts statistics analysis basics.....*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5959601928164432680?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5959601928164432680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5959601928164432680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5959601928164432680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5959601928164432680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/11/traffic-jams-n-stats-midterm.html' title='Traffic jams n stats midterm'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7061447624918596494</id><published>2010-11-10T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:19:04.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldness...</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling a little depressed (well, not quite, but maybe the feeling is somewhat emo-ish). So i want to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been chatting with a younger fellow lately (cos he's not the clingy, bug me, hello jie-jie, omg grow up, so annoying type of dude). He's alright, but the thing is, i feel old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age has never bugged me before. Like i said, i look blessedly young but.....i'm not. Not being a teenager anymore is only just starting to hit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was a teen, the emo-ness was a big problem. The depression, and crying. The emotions that always seemed so overwhelming. The pain that was too much to handle, the happiness so great it made my skin tingle and my stomach have butterflies. Everything was overrated, dramatic, blown out of proportion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't so bad now that i think of it. It made life so much more....alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my life is pretty much dull and meaningless. I have no passion. And deep down inside, i'm afraid that i might have no identity either. Just who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd really like to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been with Jason a long time. And i love him for all that he is, and all the time we've spent together. But i don't want our relationship to define who i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be Joann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how do i be someone i don't seem to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to love things, have great friends, know my talents, chase after my dreams....but i kind of feel like i don't know how to do these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love dogs and animals, I like anime, fantasy story books, i live to shop (or at least when i have money anyway), I like listening to gossips, i like watching movies or series, i like surfing the net. My dream is to get married, have kids, raise a terrifically loving, tight knit family who will honor and fear God (the specific details aren't so clear yet). I don't know what my talents are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that when i wonder.....have i no depth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seems so shallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i asked you, &lt;b&gt;who is Joann to you&lt;/b&gt;? I don't think you could give a good answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'm just emo cos of lack of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh look, maybe do i still have teen tendencies to rant and emo over small things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zzzzzz.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7061447624918596494?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7061447624918596494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7061447624918596494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7061447624918596494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7061447624918596494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/11/oldness.html' title='Oldness...'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-229317473735437525</id><published>2010-11-08T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:41:30.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiping!</title><content type='html'>This week will be a mad hectic one because almost all assignment deadlines fall on this week. Got 2 midterms some more. GG right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and college work aside, I've been meaning to blog about Taiping mission trip with the Keng Youth which was last last week. Twas pretty awesome. I joined only to be a busybody actually (and to do a write up in the voh la), plus, wei yee was going and its been ages since i lepak-ed with her so yeah. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going made me feel a lot older, cos lets face it la, all the youths are like below form 4? During this one icebreaker where we had to find people our own age, i found NOBODY. Just me, wei yee and daniel. Even the much bigger and older looking blokes from the other church were like.....FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN?? And i swear their face would freeze for a moment when i tell them i'm 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its better to look young but am actually older then to look old when i'm actually younger. Looking young is a blessing and I will absolutely cherish that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a lot during the trip. The best one was at a restaurant in Kampar where we had like an 8 course meal which i really enjoyed. One of the younger boys said i ate a lot. Paiseh. Lol. But really la, whats a girl if she doesn't know how to appreciate food kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner prepared by FGA members, it was so gooood!!!&lt;br /&gt;Indian rice with lamb curry, chicken and veggie. Sedap giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEkZ2dHSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/W4g7xkzQVhc/s1600/150222_172779906065801_100000013776123_595243_7125917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEkZ2dHSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/W4g7xkzQVhc/s400/150222_172779906065801_100000013776123_595243_7125917_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537110396568935714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Gua Tempurung. I was really excited about that cos i've been there once on a camp in form 1, and it was blooming lot of fun then. But it turns out that we only went for the short tour, no crawling in the water tunnels or anything like that so it wasn't as fun. Nevertheless, the company was enjoyable and i got to eat ICE CREAM!!! So its all good :) What am i? a kid? Lols.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEjsHVXMI/AAAAAAAAB5E/XK6BnfciaPU/s1600/149492_445468212900_579497900_5377709_7303812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEjK_z84I/AAAAAAAAB48/rE4D1sfIVf4/s1600/71780_445457282900_579497900_5377570_1144846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEjK_z84I/AAAAAAAAB48/rE4D1sfIVf4/s400/71780_445457282900_579497900_5377570_1144846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537110375401780098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside the cave.&lt;br /&gt;Jason and i look mad cute. XD Ahaks, perasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEjDfjGKI/AAAAAAAAB40/KEpdkl9gf84/s1600/36138_172784286065363_100000013776123_595338_3481939_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEjDfjGKI/AAAAAAAAB40/KEpdkl9gf84/s400/36138_172784286065363_100000013776123_595338_3481939_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537110373387409570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus trips to and fro were really long. But there were a lot to see and hear, especially when travelling with such an insane bunch. (Caught two dudes almost about to kiss while playing truth or dare, Seow one. =.=''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to bond with wei yee some, and i realised i've missed having her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and the girls got to stay in hotels while the boys got a dirty old house. Hahaha...it was so comfortable at the hotel! Air-cond, hot water, clean sheets...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentations by the youth were really impressive especially the parachute dance. Testimonies, drama and worship session was excellent too. Proud of them for preparaing so hard. No thanks to me though, really, i just went along for the ride. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way back in the bus, Jason and i did quite a bit of singing. It was fun. :) Very deja vu. This is our current fav song, She Was Mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X716vbXoz_g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X716vbXoz_g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good taim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-229317473735437525?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/229317473735437525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=229317473735437525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/229317473735437525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/229317473735437525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/11/taiping.html' title='Taiping!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TNfEkZ2dHSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/W4g7xkzQVhc/s72-c/150222_172779906065801_100000013776123_595243_7125917_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5990238944094449664</id><published>2010-11-03T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T02:28:40.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of MILs, cantonese and Joann. Lawl.</title><content type='html'>Long time since i updated. A lot a lot a lot of cool things have happened, and i've had it in my mind to blog about it but now tat i've finally taken the initiative to, i've forgotten. Doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well, this was freaky and yet mad funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, last week, Jason sent me a msg asking for my help. Obviously i was flattered cos he's SO not the needy type. So with gusto and without knowing what he needed my help for, i said YES.  And turns out that he needed me to pick up my MIL.&lt;br /&gt;My reply straight away was "Are you freaking kidding me??" See, she has no idea who i am, let alone who i AM, know wat i mean? I have never really even met her for real and now i have to pick her up, spend time in the car alone together and create a good first impression for myself, by myself? Wahliaoeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and in case you sesat-ed, MIL is mother in law. YA. FRIGHTENING OK. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(yes la, referring to his mother, not actually my mother-in-law, we just say that to humor me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, i had to speak in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cantonese&lt;/span&gt;. Fulamak. Can die. Just curl up and strangle myself. I was dead scared k! And i wasn't all that enthusiastic but i already said yes, and i knew he needed my help so i did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it go? Well, i was supposed to pick her frm the LRT station so i got there early, cleaned out my car a little and thought furiously on what i should say (esp in CANTO, omg). I was extremely NERVOUS. You have NO IDEA. I was terrified that i wouldn't recognized her, or i'd be tongue tied and sound stupid, or things would be silently awkward in the car....the possibilities of how terribly things could go wrong were endless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....the train pulled in and the passengers milled out. My heart was threatening to bungee out of my mouth and i drove out in front of a nice lady (i wasn't sure but was hoping hard it WAS his mom and not some random lady, cos i cant rmb how she looks like!!) and thank god, she opened the door stepped in and things weren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda started talking in my head to pilot my own actions, screaming out warnings to my limbs more like. Then also to translate my replies into cantonese, construct sentences and mouth them properly. My hands were tingly and shaky from adrenaline. YES, THATS how scared i was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then through this 'self walk through' process i suddenly realised that seatbelt in cantonese was a really tricky word. And if i didn't say it properly, it could go REALLY WRONG. And definitely kill my precious 'first impression'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, seatbelt is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'onn qun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i mispronounce it just a teeny bit to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'onn qun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;doi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;My sentence would change from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Aunty, please put on your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seatbelt&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aunty, please put on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;condom&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANTONESE is such a tricky language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and if you were hoping i said condom instead of seatbelt, i DIDN'T. I decided to not to take the risk at all and if she didn't want to put on the seatbelt, tat was fine by me. But she did la, and i was relieved in such a big wayyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i think i didn't do too bad. Granted, i didn't create a sparkling, shining, memorable image of myself. But i didn't ask her to put on a condom either, or say anything embarrassing so i'd say im just GLAD. We talked about traffic jams, where i lived, her work, small talk la basically. It was alright....she seems like a really nice lady. If she talked a lot more and a lot more loudly she would remind me of my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was what happened. You can say that it wasn't a big deal cos she didn't and still doesn't know i'm dating her son. But it was a huge deal for me, and i think i did alright there. So...yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. *pats myself on the back*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5990238944094449664?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5990238944094449664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5990238944094449664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5990238944094449664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5990238944094449664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-mils-cantonese-and-joann-lawl.html' title='Of MILs, cantonese and Joann. Lawl.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-572503364232972151</id><published>2010-10-20T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T07:18:58.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20102010</title><content type='html'>Today is the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kind of amazed at myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have matured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have become so much more patient from the twiddling, cry-cry, throw tantrums, selfish person i used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I'm still selfish, I know that much but im much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i see that in being still, i can still enjoy the small things. While avoiding the big arguments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ojien and not Victoria's Station?  I amaze myself. You forgetting is unforgivable though. *sulk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still do cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only for things that are really worth my tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a support in a situation that i know nothing of, only that it doesn't make u smile. It pains me, but i'm afraid that i can't help even if i knew. Or of anything happens i wouldn't be enough. I will wait, as always. When i'm needed, i will be glad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reminded on this day, this date, that God has been faithful. As screwed up as my life is, as i am, He has been good. I know things would not be as they are if not for His enduring love. I am not always thankful, but i do realize how impossible this would have been if not for God. 5 years has been an insane journey even by my standards. How long ago and how ridiculous the circumstances were stick out and poke me in the eye even now as I think back, although I had insisted everything was okay. No wait, 5 years? Its been longer than that. Lord, if this is ur plan, as i am pretty sure it is, it started off crazy. But i thank you for it. For everyday and every incident, for every laugh, every tear, every occasion. It has been the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i feel suffocated. And i really do want to just live alone someplace new, and learn to be me. I think its not that we're hypocrites, acting nice and normal in front of people. Its just that we can't truly be ourselves around each other because we only draw out the worst in ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone seems to be leaving. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Can truly be me. Because you. Let me. Accept me. Love me. See my faults. See my best. Appreciate my flaws. Complement my weaknesses. Encourage my attributes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post has turned into some sort of rant. But thats okay. The days have been one big melancholic mess anyhow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 20.10.2010 everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-572503364232972151?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/572503364232972151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=572503364232972151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/572503364232972151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/572503364232972151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/10/20102010.html' title='20102010'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5747967424300575553</id><published>2010-10-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:01:25.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sah duhn lae</title><content type='html'>Crazy as this may sound, i feel like learning japanese.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. Random kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5747967424300575553?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5747967424300575553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5747967424300575553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5747967424300575553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5747967424300575553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/10/sah-duhn-lae.html' title='Sah duhn lae'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2783433944361886450</id><published>2010-10-13T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:22:54.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad times</title><content type='html'>So much sadness around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. Please heal those hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And reassure my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i am not at peace. I have no true joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2783433944361886450?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2783433944361886450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2783433944361886450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2783433944361886450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2783433944361886450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-times.html' title='Bad times'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5931377643812026627</id><published>2010-10-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:50:35.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>Anni is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll actually fall on 20.10.2010.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cool is that. :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our anni is just a date, i suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its also a milestone of how far we've come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long we've walked together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much we've loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanoshii ne? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for what comes after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5931377643812026627?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5931377643812026627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5931377643812026627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5931377643812026627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5931377643812026627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/10/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8638476831417800318</id><published>2010-10-04T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:11:28.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky monday</title><content type='html'>Sad. After such a lovely weekend, monday started out crappy. My nose was acting up again...i seriously don't know what is the problem. Its not a flu. Its like an allergy or a sinus or something. Lousy. And worse, i got busted by the security guard for having a fake car sticker. How sucky is that. I already went to check the status of my sticker from the office last week, they told me it might not be approved, to come and check again in a week. SIEN. At least the guard let me off otherwise i could be in a huge mess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a stinky day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more positive note, i kinda like one of my tutors. She teaches statistical analysis and she gives a lot of examples so its easy to understand. Her lectures are boring but in a tutorial setting its easier to pay attention so thats good. But not so good is that Mr chuan is teaching this semester. He's whack la. I beh tahan. Ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in a good mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, enjoy this song. Its the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Loves cocky looking lead singer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PujWM70fi4Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PujWM70fi4Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8638476831417800318?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8638476831417800318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8638476831417800318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8638476831417800318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8638476831417800318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/10/stinky-monday.html' title='Stinky monday'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8857427186617705002</id><published>2010-10-03T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:42:56.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best weekend</title><content type='html'>A brief jot to remember what an awesome weekened i've had.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kindergarten concert&lt;/b&gt; and i helped out. Put on adorable costumes on the children. Put lip stick on a fat boy and made him cry. Saw my niece perform an indian dance. A dirty little boy peeked up my skirt. Dealt with a lot of loudness and craziness that can only be brought on by the chaos of having a hundred kids in one place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went &lt;b&gt;bowling&lt;/b&gt; with the youth after the concert. Well, watched them bowl anyway, cos i was wearing a dress. It was really really fun. Saw some of the younger ones who had a lot of spirit. Older ones who were really competitive. Calvin was back and it was cool to see him. Saw a lot of longkangs. A few strikes for which much hype was create. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinner @ Suzy's Corner&lt;/b&gt; after bowling cos it was so near anyway (Flamingo hotel is where the concert AND bowling was held). Had nice grilled fish. Chatting time. Yummy food but was all sweaty and sticky from the day. Went home to shower.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later at 10pm something Jason came to pick me up and we went to Peggy's house for &lt;b&gt;calvin's birthday party&lt;/b&gt; since he's back from australia on holiday. The group is jason's friends really (like much much much older people LOL), but i made him bring me. He didn't mind and so i went to check out his friends (main goal was to see what they're like Xp). Heh. It was pretty fun. There were drinks: some vodka mixed with sprite and lemon (which was really nice), red wine and white riesling that calvin brought back. The riesling was okay. Had the best mango cake EVER in my whole life. So i stayed there drinking some and listening to conversations till 1am then went home. A fun fun fun day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Went to church as usual, I put on a&lt;b&gt; nice outfit&lt;/b&gt;: wore my hot pink boh skirt with a tank top and put flowers in my hair cos i was THAT happy. Yes, in a really good mood. I put on the pair of dangly earring calvin bought me from aus too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;After church, Jack suggested the bunch of us go to &lt;b&gt;Taman Equine for dry bak kut teh&lt;/b&gt; which i've never had before. And so we did. The drive was long but enjoyable (okay, maybe not for the driver cos it was jam). When we got there, the food was mighty delicious!!! I loved it! The meat was tender, not tough like most bak kut teh places, a perfect blend of just enough fat and meat. The taste was really good too, black sauce with dried chili and salted thingies (i think is hamyu or dried sotong). I had 2 bowls of rice k. It was that yummy. The tea was good also although the cups were TINY. Watching the guys pour tea is like watching them play dolls. It was a really really good meal. LoveD IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;After that, the boys wanted to go play tennis. Jason asked me to go watch. Would have loved to but i was tired so i went home for a nap and read Artemis Fowl later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Artemis Fowl: The Atlantis Complex disappointed me very much. I don't know...i feel like i expected him to be even more superb, even more brilliant after the Time Paradox and he has MAGIC. But nooooooo. Regardless of all the life changing events and etc etc, its just not fun anymore if Artemis discards his motto: Aurum Est Potestas (Gold is Power), has his mind set on his so called BIGGEST PROJECT which is to save the earth from the greenhouse effect or whatever, he doesn't use his magic, there is no mention of Minerva Paradizo (who seems perfect for him btw, NOT holly short), and worse of all, Artemis has gone mad as in, OCD, paranoia, delusions, split personalities....... well, okay, his later ego, Orion, was really hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a bit sad, the story. A bad fairy with no regard for life trying to return youth to his human wife. No super cool gadgets this time. Also, the killing of Vinyaya seems so unnecessary. Also, now with the Fowl family's 'concern and knowledge' of Artemis' life, it seems not so fun anymore. The twins seem pretty interesting tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ending was too loosely tied for my liking. Maybe the next book will wrap things up la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaay. Super long ramblings on Artemis Fowl. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got class tomorrow so off to sleep for me. Nites! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Loving how wonderful this week end was* Hearts! :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8857427186617705002?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8857427186617705002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8857427186617705002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8857427186617705002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8857427186617705002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-weekend.html' title='Best weekend'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-97188007345038134</id><published>2010-09-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:11:02.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kodomo hime-sama</title><content type='html'>I am mad frustrated with myself because i feel like a freaking hime-sama. Thats PRINCESS. Honestly. Sigh. See, i realise that i am far from being street smart. In fact, i think i'm quite street stupid because i do nothing but stay home all the time, i have never worked as anything except an english tutor which doesn't teach me much because i only deal with kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to work. Mostly cos i need the money. And i feel like i'm doing nothing with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, an opportunity surfaced for me. A friend offered a part time job at HP for 4 days, 10am-5pm, RM100 per day. I think it could be fun, plus i can still skip the first week of classes to work. The problem is, the workplace is at Damansara Heights and Cyberjaya. I have no idea how to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats when i realize that i am such a big baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that wherever it is an opportunity arises, as long as its not familiar ground, i'm going to be afraid to take it. If its a place I don't know, i'm not going to know how to get there because the only place i drive to is Ampang, a little bit of KL, and the areas from college back to home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i wonder if i'd do it if i had a GPS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i realize that i'm not 100% sure that i would go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is, i'm frightened of this whole working thing and having to do things myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unfamiliarity. The confusion. Blurness. Possibility of embarrassing myself, getting scolded, getting rejected, being judged, failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a child aren't I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I'm very mad at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i want a real GPS. Not those unreliable ones on handphones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would make such a good gift. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm mad that i have to turn down this thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh grow up Joann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-97188007345038134?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/97188007345038134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=97188007345038134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/97188007345038134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/97188007345038134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/09/kodomo-hime-sama.html' title='kodomo hime-sama'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6393912005953583257</id><published>2010-09-25T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:55:37.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asexuality</title><content type='html'>If you're very very free and have got nothing better to do, you can check out &lt;a href="http://www.asexuality.org/en/index.php?/topic/42779-marriage-w-asexual-wife-about-to-end/"&gt;this site about ASEXUALITY.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;------click here&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aah, what is that you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, most people think that sexual orientations consists of heterosexual, homosexual and bisexual (disregarding other sickos like pedophiles, necrophiliacs and other freaks.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats not accurate. It seems that before people are classified into these sexual orientations, you have to first determine whether they are SEXUAL or ASEXUAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply put, an asexual person is someone who has no sexual interest/drive/desire. AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently 1% of human population is asexual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, i only know one asexual person- Sheldon Cooper. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyway, i read about asexuality on Reader's Digest before but i didn't get it cos i was younger then. Then recently Kz sent me this video about a dude who killed his wife cos she refused to have sex with him for 21 years. I dunno if she's asexual or what la k, but it just got me thinking about the subject so i looked it up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically this site tells about the account of a husband with an asexual wife. I think its interesting la. I really didn't know there were people who have this type of orientation. Just tot i shd share cos its unique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6393912005953583257?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6393912005953583257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6393912005953583257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6393912005953583257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6393912005953583257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/09/asexuality.html' title='Asexuality'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6447848974561817060</id><published>2010-09-19T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T08:51:05.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've done- holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Okay, so what have i been up to throughout holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the most part, i have lapsed into a terrible state of&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; anti-socialness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Been home for the most part of anything and hardly talked to anybody. But here's what i've done so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lunch- Steamboat Buffet at Shabu One @ Lot 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very pleased to say that throughout the hols, i have made a few food conquests. For anybody who doesn't know, i LOVE food. Just that my stomach isn't very accommodating so I can't eat a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, went to this place on a Tuesday afternoon. Jason was on sick leave and he took me out. XD its wrong, but sweet. (In his defense, he really was not well) So we went by to Lot 10, actually planning to eat at HuTong, a food court which is supposedly very famous. But while walking over we saw this place and the price was very reasonable so we went ahead. There's a student price of about RM19 only. Also i saw a promotion, 2 adults and 2 kids is only RM50. Cool right. Very dai lo. Plus tax, it was RM44 for the both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was not bad, not to say like WAAAAAOOOOO, so YUUMMMYYYY kind of good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, its a steamboat so basically if its yucky, u cooked it urself, its ur fault. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shellfish were nt a fav of mine even tho i love clams and they even had bamboo la la; it was quite sandy so not nice. I did love the beef slices tho. It was thinly sliced and just a few seconds in the hot pot made its sweet delicious cooked. &lt;---- such a grammatically wrong sentence but im too lazy to construct it properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, i'd say it was definitely worth the money. Its buffet la, so unlimited beef, crabs, squid, super fresh (and lots of variety of) veggies, fish, usual steamboat processed food (fishballs etc), dessert corner where i had freakin HONEY DEW SAGO. I love that!!! Not the shaved ice type. The real honey dew sago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a nice place la. I would go there again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYejFkzfTI/AAAAAAAAB4U/eERUBWOKoB4/s1600/YTC_201008_01_01_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYejFkzfTI/AAAAAAAAB4U/eERUBWOKoB4/s400/YTC_201008_01_01_016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518631981529922866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYeianoqdI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ge48uZhtUkw/s1600/4118596349_441df8fd88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYeianoqdI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ge48uZhtUkw/s400/4118596349_441df8fd88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518631969999071698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dinner at HU TONG foodcourt also @ Lot 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the steamboat on Tuesday, we decided to go back today for dinner. This time we went to Hu Tong like we originally planned. I though it would be cheaper, but honestly its not much cheaper. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hu Tong is actually a food court, but all the stalls sell traditional street food like hokkien mee, wantan mee, porridge, bak kut teh, chicken rice....that sort of thing. Its non-halal so bring on the pork!!! Xp The stalls there aren't normal hawkers who just 'decided' to start their business there. They're hand picked by some famous fler to work there.....sorry la i forgot who. &lt;a href="http://eatlah.blogspot.com/2010/03/hutong-lot-10-bukit-bintang-kl.html"&gt;But u can read a good account of the place here.&lt;/a&gt; Its really very very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYegnVh80I/AAAAAAAAB38/NF3Ea7y_nx8/s400/lot10+hutong.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518631939053056834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the design of the place. Like any typical high end food court, u good nice lighting, shiny deco, air conditioning, clean floors and that sort of stuff, but at the same time while sitting at our table, the place did not at all feel unlike a roadside stall (albeit a very clean roadside). U still got that noisy atmosphere, small lanes, crowded stalls. Its very cool. I feel that if all chinese roadside food outlets were to turn this way in the future, we would still not lose our culture at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pricing isn't roadside rates though (MOST UNFORTUNATELY). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner we had:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mo Sang Kor bak kut teh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had fatty pork leg cos everything else was sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can u believe it, sold out at 7pm. Wao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently Mos Sang Kor is some super famous place in Klang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dun really like fatty stuff but this was really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The soup was very flavourful and thick, could really taste the herbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A small bowl like this with rice and chinese tea costs RM15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy but mad mahal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYehGL5cvI/AAAAAAAAB4E/dyW5LD9cpf8/s1600/IMG_5963-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYehGL5cvI/AAAAAAAAB4E/dyW5LD9cpf8/s400/IMG_5963-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518631947334152946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also had duck rice (RM11) it was nice, very well marinated and also Fried eggs with oyster aka O-jian. O-jian is one of my favourite foods but this one was really disappointing. The flour wasn't mixed well, it wasn't salty in some parts, just bland. Don't waste ur RM10 on this is what i would advise. There are no pics cos i lazy to put. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Chi-Chi's Farewell BBQ Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was a bit of a disappointment for me cos i tot it would be much crazier but maybe we're all just old now. =____="" I did plan the thing so i suppose it was my fault. I didn't know the venue would be so spastic; bbq pit took 10,000 years to cook food cos it was broken, hardly any lights, the food was really really salty.... BLAHHHH. I PHAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At one point, i was a bit horrified when the younger teens started singing Negaraku out loud (like freaking loud) as a JOKE. I guess being young, you just follow the crowd and boo this and that but you don't really think about how one's actions can be insensitive or even offensive to others. Especially when things are so tense between races and ur singing the Negaraku like that where EVERYONE can hear. It wasn't smart. I was really really horrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the bright side, kai chi got ketchup dumped inside his pants we mummified him with toilet paper after marinating him with flour and eggs. ANd some young chikus started 'being dumped' into the pool (some of the girls look very willing lo. =.="" I swear one of them went: No no no no no no, i don't want....why u always push me in...no......!! *steps in herself* HONEST. I SAW!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chi chi, i'm sorry the party wasn't blasting awesome. I had some issues going on that night so i came late and everything didn't go so well. I hope u know the lame-ness of the party is not a reflection of what we think of u ;p. Its the tot that counts know? i'll miss u loads, cos u laugh at any joke i make and i just have to laugh at anything u say...cos&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; ur face is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Hee. I love u lots chi chi, take care when u go off. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also, if u dont respond to this, i shall know that u actually don't read my blog and is therefore not my friend anymore so if the party sucked, WHO CARES. XD weeeheeeheeeheeeheee *u might find drugs in ur suitcase as u try to cross over into Russia but its not ME. Just saying.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYZ490iEPI/AAAAAAAAB30/PQXt5p8N5eI/s1600/58559_431069860661_608045661_5229827_3511182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYZ490iEPI/AAAAAAAAB30/PQXt5p8N5eI/s400/58559_431069860661_608045661_5229827_3511182_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518626859847389426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PPStreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been watching Criminal Minds. I like it a lot a lot a lot. Its like CS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I but instead of studying the dna, chemical compounds and stuff like that, the investigators (FBI agents really) study the perceived behaviors of the criminals and make profiles of killers which help them catch the perpetrator. In other words, to catch a killer, u have to think like one....th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at kind of mind game stuff. Its nice. The criminals ALWAYS get caught. And that makes me happy. Mm. Although a lot of victims do have to die first generally....that part i don't like so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYZ4bwD1rI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Xog73hxKVLs/s400/criminal-minds-season-4-20090616104738982_640w.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518626850701825714" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;DIM SUM at Kuchai Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yessss....at the first week of hols, i went to Kuchai Lama with a bunch of the older y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouths for dimsum. Frankly speaking, i am ruined for life when it comes to dimsum because the only dimsum i EVER ate ever since i was a kid has been at Xin Cuisine in Concord hotel. Serious. I never ate dimsum anywhere else bcos there was no need to, and every time i went to eat at Xin, the food was always bombastically good, and i never had to worry about th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e bill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been ages since i got to have some dimsum cos i mum stopped working in Concord so no more free meals.... My family went to Tmn Connaught for dimsum once, but it wasn't very good. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; thought i'd wouldnt get to eat nice dimsum again. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...that is until this place in Kuchai Lama. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was reasonably good. Crazy time trying to get a table and the waiter's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; attention but i really enjoyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYYhaF_sHI/AAAAAAAAB3k/5zXJrFG4www/s400/59173_430337235487_580120487_5135188_6506674_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625355608338546" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYYggv4fVI/AAAAAAAAB3c/uLnOYecbGe8/s400/59105_430337335487_580120487_5135198_5905727_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625340214771026" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYYgcqtbnI/AAAAAAAAB3U/i-Xgr9oYSDM/s400/47810_430337015487_580120487_5135173_1436306_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625339119332978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post took forever to write. Im tired now. STill have a miserable flu. Urgh. It makes me really tired. Hm. Bai.&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/4363464689590610442-6447848974561817060?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6447848974561817060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6447848974561817060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6447848974561817060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6447848974561817060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-ive-done-holidays.html' title='what i&apos;ve done- holidays'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TJYejFkzfTI/AAAAAAAAB4U/eERUBWOKoB4/s72-c/YTC_201008_01_01_016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-3269125624299202844</id><published>2010-09-06T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:37:55.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien</title><content type='html'>Holidays are boooooring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my first semester of advanced dip is over. I know i absolutely did my best for final exams so i am very proud of myself (pass or fail i dunno la k). Internship is coming up next year and yeah, i'm really worried about that. I should start thinking about that seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then.....hoo, i have no plans for the next 3 weeks, except i'm probably going to meet up with sarah for makan next week. Its been awhile so it should be fun. We're going for good food yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And......thats about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Back to PPStream-ing.....*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-3269125624299202844?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3269125624299202844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=3269125624299202844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3269125624299202844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3269125624299202844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/09/sien.html' title='Sien'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4407699314663772491</id><published>2010-09-01T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:59:46.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh buh buh BUNNEHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got a surprise gift from the boyfriiiieeeend. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went to Malacca yesterday, but i really wasn't expecting anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got me a pink bunny that vibrates!......sounds kinky, i know. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its cuuuute, and instead of just batteries, i can plug it in using a USB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bunneh-kins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TH5o0F9ntyI/AAAAAAAAB2w/Jh1nc6NDP1E/s1600/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TH5o0F9ntyI/AAAAAAAAB2w/Jh1nc6NDP1E/s400/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511958238111184674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its so cute kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you switch it on, put it on ur back and lie on it, feels so comfy! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TH5oz0dexfI/AAAAAAAAB2o/2Xo1hZtLBjM/s1600/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TH5oz0dexfI/AAAAAAAAB2o/2Xo1hZtLBjM/s400/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511958233412978162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayyyy.....who doesn't love presents? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last paper coming up and then its holidays for meeeeee......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4407699314663772491?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4407699314663772491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4407699314663772491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4407699314663772491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4407699314663772491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/09/buh-buh-buh-bunnehh.html' title='Buh buh buh BUNNEHH!!!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TH5o0F9ntyI/AAAAAAAAB2w/Jh1nc6NDP1E/s72-c/DSC01467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5464365725069763120</id><published>2010-08-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T06:57:38.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunches and smunches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/THpmGQqTq_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/HPSDi_SR52U/s1600/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/THpmGQqTq_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/HPSDi_SR52U/s400/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510829351778888690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After more than a week of isolation, i am down to my final 2 papers and then its HOLIDAYS for me, yeah baby! So far so good, although i absolutely hate my lifestyle now. Its wake up, computer, study, eat, sleep. If i go for group study, then i get to talk with the bunch, other than that, facebook is my only social interaction. My boyfriend has been reduced to a bunch of texts on my handphone. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today we went to Pavillion for lunch after church at Carl's Junior. WhY? cos its bombing delicious la thats why. Not too pricey also lo actually. Can eat until really quite full. I remembered to take pics of our food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two famous star burgers (which beef patties taste so great, especially with jalapeno- green chili cos you can get to taste that char grilledness), fries, CHILI CHEESE FRIES and iced lemon tea mixed with sprite (love this drink! Jason always makes this for me when we go. You have to get the taste just right; enough sprite to make the drink gassy but not so much that it overpowers the tea and also squeeze in the right amount of lemons for the zesty refreshing taste) ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolute heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason says I'm a fast food junkie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....look who's talking...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/THpeO9mC3BI/AAAAAAAAB2I/hBWct51XdCQ/s400/DSC01449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND....something you should definitely try out at CJ is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE CHILI CHEESE FRIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/THpePSWAqVI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/6_WsJueVHCQ/s400/DSC01450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is fat food :) but who cares!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fries topped with minced meat sauce and melted cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awsm no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We don't always go for high-end places like Pavilion on dates on la. I try to go for normal places. Usually we just have dinner somewhere in Ampang and lepak with Taffy later cos we are very money saving folk. LOL. At least i try anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This pic is one of the short dinners we had recently. He took me to this shop somewhere like a back road in old ampang town, where the houses were all really old and stuff. Pork porridge with yao za guai, fried chicken (very yummy) and mushy carrot cake. We also had shaved ice and jelly for dessert. The food taste ok ok la. Love the dessert and fried chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My point is, simple foods can still make a nice date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/THpmGQqTq_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/HPSDi_SR52U/s400/DSC01438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That aside, exam periods are great bonding times. I lepakked with kz and alvin more than I usually do, or actually we had an overnight group study. Yeap. It was pretty fun but i wont do it again. =_____="" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Eh, your phone can take panorama picture ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"No laaa......you sit beside kz then sambung the photo at tepi there...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I know I know!! We make 6 ppl in the photo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;"Joann so rude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;"Come laaaaa.....we go out buy drinks. Wa, feel like eating cheese naan la." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Joann, want to see my photos?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ohhh, so I'm kz's friend not yours la now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"BABI go study la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Why you sleep so much? Need to sleep one meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"Help me click treasure isle la....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"Want to play Spore ah? After exam i don't lend you ad luu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Waaaa!!! Come let me chat with Eric! WHy cannot?? Let la let la...x1000000"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I need to play DOTA. 3 days never play ad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"SELFISH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Late at night get rare item, early morning get rare item again...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"WHy you sleep like cat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Yerrr....never shower and brush teeth..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ROFL. It was fun la, but not a conducive study environment, except towards the end when we started exchanging what we learnt n going through the tips and all. Not bad la. At least i didn't have to make so many trips to and fro home to college and wake up so early on a sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.....and i actually left them behind after the exam. XD okay, i do feel bad for them, but in my defense, i was in a hurry and i thought they weren't going to come out of the exam hall early. Hee. But i went back for them when they called la k. Sorry lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next time we should just stick to study groups in the library la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wheeeeee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/THplF836xrI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/PVaUwKxH_dg/s400/DSC01447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5464365725069763120?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5464365725069763120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5464365725069763120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5464365725069763120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5464365725069763120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/08/bunches-and-smunches.html' title='Bunches and smunches'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/THpmGQqTq_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/HPSDi_SR52U/s72-c/DSC01438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-943914375971284407</id><published>2010-08-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:23:25.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remorse</title><content type='html'>This post will be a little lengthy but i still need to write this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kz just sent me a msg that basically slapped me in the face. But it was a much needed slap anyway, so here i am licking my wounds and realizing that i have made a big mess on my first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a lot of classes this week, because i didn't know (or didn't care, rather) that i had class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad story but its the truth and i must be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i have been whining all semester about how tough things are, not having a car sticker, how lousy lecturers are, bitching about renee, grumbling and complaining about a million things when the real fact is....... I have done NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not taken a single initiative to do nuts about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given a crap about my studies, my attendance, my assignments, my event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a million excuses to not do anything about college.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make friends (althought this isn't really something NEW)&lt;br /&gt;I talked as if i knew so much but in fact, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;I got all arrogant about people, so quick to point out their flaws when I had a big problem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That problem is laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my friends for granted, which is probably why i'm so alienated from everyone (another excuse to skip class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i know that i have most absolutely messed up my entire first semester of Advanced Dip. I don't know if i will have to pay for the consequences in my coming finals, which are next week. I haven't even checked the bar list to see if i got barred. I know i'm in serious trouble. But i also know if there are consequences, i have to take responsiblity for my actions...or inaction. Passiveness is a terrible sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. That's basically all the remorse and unhappiness i have to let out. I don't know what to do next or how to pick up my feet. Laziness isn't something you can just banish. But i have to try. If i make it to sem 2 without having to repeat or resit, i promise i will try HARDER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-943914375971284407?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/943914375971284407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=943914375971284407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/943914375971284407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/943914375971284407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/08/remorse.html' title='Remorse'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6742074305405360761</id><published>2010-08-09T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:46:34.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men are Never Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men Are Just Happier People -- What do you expect from such simple creatures? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. &lt;br /&gt;You can wear NO shirt to a water park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The world is your urinal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress $5000.  Tux rental - $100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister or mangle your feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know stuff about tanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can open all your own jars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You almost never have strap problems in public.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on your face stays its original color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play with toys all your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. &lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. &lt;br /&gt;You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. &lt;br /&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24th  in 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder men are happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this in the mail and I think its so true. Hahahaa...but then again, God made men so simple so that they can bear all the complicated-ness of women. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6742074305405360761?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6742074305405360761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6742074305405360761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6742074305405360761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6742074305405360761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-men-are-never-depressed.html' title='Why Men are Never Depressed'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1376592202155367751</id><published>2010-08-07T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:12:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noooooooooos</title><content type='html'>I will not be whiney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1376592202155367751?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1376592202155367751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1376592202155367751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1376592202155367751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1376592202155367751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/08/noooooooooos.html' title='Noooooooooos'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7790858978093325809</id><published>2010-08-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:50:15.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><content type='html'>Will be changing my blog template soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, am too busy, too much things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event starts on Tuesday. I don't feel excited at all. Maybe I feel like i have no ownership towards the whole thing, i feel more like a spectator. The whole funny-ness with the department i'm in, or the whole deal with my 'dept head' for whom i have almost no respect for is a total killjoy. Ah well. I know, i've been negative. What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, insanely tiredddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7790858978093325809?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7790858978093325809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7790858978093325809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7790858978093325809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7790858978093325809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/08/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8162209160720057458</id><published>2010-07-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:00:33.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I have a laptop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyoo love. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8162209160720057458?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8162209160720057458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8162209160720057458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8162209160720057458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8162209160720057458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5840535374768309372</id><published>2010-07-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:01:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poopsie</title><content type='html'>Lets make this real brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate assignments. Actually as a general rule, i hate work. Its that simple. But i hate deadlines cos it reinforces the work that i HAVE to do. Tmr gotta hand in Ms Chan's assignment which was the most gila babi one so far. Imma wake up at 6.30am to do it cos i want to sleep NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want money to go shopping. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday will be meeting up with PESS friends that i havent seen since form 5 cos i kept ffk-ing them. LOL. Ok la, now that Mel's gone, there'll be no girls-day-out anymore so lets start with this saturday. Going to Times Square probably to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i want money to go shopping... T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Inception and had salmon donburi on Tuesday at Wangsa Walk. The salmon was so so so oishi. ^_^ I did not pay Jason back for both the movie and dinner. Oh the guilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay for my own dates because women always talk about being treated equally as men. Therefore, to ration, we should also pay when we go out. Anyhow, its not fair to always expect the dude to pay right. Sometimes then its okay. Maybe for like.....salmon donburi. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny quote that i liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is the most selfish human being i know. Rarrs. Beh tahans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mosquitoes that prey on me while i do my assignments. SO ANNOYING. Hah! Killed one. Die sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is fat. And not as manja as she used to be. I only noticed cos im around taffy. Taffy is adorable. She pees when she sees me cos too happy. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss melanie. And Jessie. And steph. But i dunno what i should say if i chat with them. The meh-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. You read this entire, completely pointless update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT LAPTOP!!!! GIMME SOON!!!!!!! ROARS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5840535374768309372?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5840535374768309372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5840535374768309372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5840535374768309372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5840535374768309372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/07/poopsie.html' title='poopsie'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2742456544432390515</id><published>2010-07-04T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:53:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the farewells</title><content type='html'>Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone (ok, maybe not EVERYONE) is leaving for Australia and that stinks. Jessie, Steph and my couz, Melanie is going tomorrow or the day after tmr. The sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whats worth, i managed to spend some time with them before they left. Had a sleepover at Mel's just last night. And the other day i had a farewell dinner with me college mates. Here are them pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls all dressed up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Admin/Local%20Settings/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5A_-KXFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/fGx-GwAiIUA/s1600/34912_1447451299773_1037894897_1336563_5269960_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5A_-KXFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/fGx-GwAiIUA/s400/34912_1447451299773_1037894897_1336563_5269960_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490302478820465746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason came along. :D&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, can buy toto already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5BpPSTnI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/7kffLN4TmU8/s1600/37009_1447450499753_1037894897_1336558_4455257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5BpPSTnI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/7kffLN4TmU8/s400/37009_1447450499753_1037894897_1336558_4455257_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490302489898143346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bunch of us that came (excluding Alvin taking this pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lookit the food on the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5Aq4mvKI/AAAAAAAAB1I/K7jgxpe12Eo/s1600/37009_1447450339749_1037894897_1336554_6627209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5Aq4mvKI/AAAAAAAAB1I/K7jgxpe12Eo/s400/37009_1447450339749_1037894897_1336554_6627209_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490302473160015010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Han Yew's smile always looks real happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5AYqvLoI/AAAAAAAAB1A/d0H6BzgH09k/s1600/35722_1447447899688_1037894897_1336531_5715706_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5AYqvLoI/AAAAAAAAB1A/d0H6BzgH09k/s400/35722_1447447899688_1037894897_1336531_5715706_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490302468270009986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminiscing the times when people used to say...&lt;br /&gt;KONIKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5AJ-Xp4I/AAAAAAAAB04/s6nBY4OWmzo/s1600/20864_1447452579805_1037894897_1336578_5648681_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5AJ-Xp4I/AAAAAAAAB04/s6nBY4OWmzo/s400/20864_1447452579805_1037894897_1336578_5648681_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490302464325822338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favourite pic! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF3253T3GI/AAAAAAAAB0w/tDOfs0QT8Pw/s1600/26695_1447447139669_1037894897_1336526_4338806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF3253T3GI/AAAAAAAAB0w/tDOfs0QT8Pw/s400/26695_1447447139669_1037894897_1336526_4338806_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490301205870795874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF3eU91s-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/mL6KdYCEP3Q/s1600/20864_1447452459802_1037894897_1336575_2021981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF3eU91s-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/mL6KdYCEP3Q/s400/20864_1447452459802_1037894897_1336575_2021981_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490300783649207266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF6QFAHS1I/AAAAAAAAB1g/9qyI5PqQ5OE/s1600/20864_1447452339799_1037894897_1336573_2088526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF6QFAHS1I/AAAAAAAAB1g/9qyI5PqQ5OE/s400/20864_1447452339799_1037894897_1336573_2088526_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490303837380496210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a pretty fun nite. Dinner was at Pasta Zanmai in Sri Hartamas. Not too pricey but the food wasn't that yummy either. I want to try Sushi Zanmai next time. Dying to have some sashimi. Yums. When i have some $$$ first la next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really get to take some nice pics with mel though. Here's one anyhow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing a nose-picking pose.&lt;br /&gt;(Does anyone find it disturbing that i can look so starkly different&lt;br /&gt;with make-up and without make up? :s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF7b-A_fxI/AAAAAAAAB1o/8JAoR-br-Tw/s1600/35129_1316951759880_1113319606_30698363_1247244_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF7b-A_fxI/AAAAAAAAB1o/8JAoR-br-Tw/s400/35129_1316951759880_1113319606_30698363_1247244_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490305141175189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and also, i have a puppy at my place now! Its a long story how i came to have her. Makes me feel pretty annoyed when i think about it too, but ANYHOW, i originally didn't intend to keep her cos i already have 2 dogs and its not easy to manage em. But i really fell in love with this pup. And now i really mm seh tak give her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even named her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is bad especially since i cant keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Taffy.&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest, shyest puppykins ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF8deSM3yI/AAAAAAAAB1w/mXRsS5IGT1Q/s1600/35724_1498843272339_1271867346_1437294_4257072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF8deSM3yI/AAAAAAAAB1w/mXRsS5IGT1Q/s400/35724_1498843272339_1271867346_1437294_4257072_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490306266528800546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah. She's real timid but i'm working on that. She's gotten  like 60% happier since the day i took her in. She dares to put her front paws on my chest to lick me even and she's all manja and heart-melting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, bearing in mind that i can't have to 3 dogs in the house, i'm hoping to get someone who will really love her. Fingers crossed that Jason will take her cos i know he'd sayang her to bits. He's a much more practical dog-lover than i am. He's already completely in love with Taffy, just waiting for him to to say okay that he'll keep her. I am hoping and praying HARD that he will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, while my social life is looking good, my college life is DYING. I have so much trouble paying attention in class, number 1, because i have horrible flu nearly everyday. I think i have chronic sinusitis or something, cos my eyes get all watery, red, small and i feel crazy drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2, the flaming college sticker which i don't think i wll be getting until the next semester (if i'm lucky). Looking for a parking is taking up so much time and petrol. By the time i find a parking, walk to class, i'm already in such a bad mood and so out of breath and so late that class is not the first thing on my mind anymore. To make things worse, i got a freaking summons for parking in motorcycle spot. !@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the police r retards. They deliberately come to TARC area to do their rounds just to achieve their quota when they should be doing more important jobs like say, REDUCING CRIME RATE? Idiots la. Lazy buggers. Parking around college is a nightmare, i swear. It is SO difficult to get a spot. And if you park in the residential area, the residents will puncture your tyres if the police don't summon you first. Serious, alvin said a whole row of cars got their tyres punctures. 2 tyres on every car some more. Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i typing such a blimey long post? Cos im in CC with Kz and Alvin. Yeah, im in CC for the first time ever. Boring la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la. Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2742456544432390515?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2742456544432390515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2742456544432390515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2742456544432390515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2742456544432390515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-farewells.html' title='All the farewells'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/TDF5A_-KXFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/fGx-GwAiIUA/s72-c/34912_1447451299773_1037894897_1336563_5269960_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-3788855218137154713</id><published>2010-06-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:02:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dysfunction</title><content type='html'>I am in the pits. Like again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At camp, Ps Jit asked us to write down all the stuff thats been burdening us. And later we had to put it all at the foot of the cross. I did write down some things but i think a lot of things i just cannot put down. Mainly my family. I know it for a fact, i don't have that kind of relationship with my family. We could very well be just a bunch of people who live in the same house. I can think of the years from my late childhood to teens where i'd cry in my room every night because of the insane deprivation. There was no communication, no hugs, no encouragement. Just a lot of yelling and silence. Sometimes i get slapped, especially if my dad wasn't around. Even if everyone was around, nobody would stand up for me. I  think that really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what was going on with those years la, maybe adult stuff, money problems, work stress, whatever. I used to think that if it would make my parents happier, they should get a divorce and i would totally understand. Then it didn't help much when my sister came along. I was looking forward to it. I mean, having a sister should be cool. I had a classmate whose older sister was like bombing cool. Her name was Kristie and I always though if i had siblings i'd be just like her.&lt;br /&gt;Then the night at the hospital, my sister was born and we were all looking at her in the plastic crib. I'll always remember that night, I think. Everyone was just staring in awe at the little infant and i said, "She's sleeping so still. Like she's dead." It wasn't the nicest thing to say i figure, but it was just a simile. It wasn't like i meant she's dead. For god's sake, I was 9 or 10 years old. My parents rebuked me like hell, told me to take it back and stand aside.  Its a terrible foundation to build sistership on. Especially when i'm such a vindictive person.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i don't love my family. They're my family la. But its hard to love 'love' people you don't know, who have been so passive in my adolescent years and a big source of heartache to me. My family isn't broken. Maybe just dysfunctional, like a whole lot of other asian families. Its made worse by the fact that my character is so stubborn, bitter, angry and unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DYSFUNCTIONAL. I have a 80 foot wall around my heart and the last people who are ever going to gain access to it are my family. Its wrong. But i just cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;I think things in my home now are so much better compared to the years before. My younger siblings won't be as weird as me. (Except my sister. Trust me, i know. She's going to be a hard kid.) I'm glad its not so bad as it used to be. But i don't want to start doing weird, awkward things. I'll clean the house, just like i've been yelled to do last time. But then at every chance i can, i'm going to hide away because that how i've been conditioned to. Hurts less that way. I'm 20 already la. Its hard to make things change now. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed up sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-3788855218137154713?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3788855218137154713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=3788855218137154713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3788855218137154713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3788855218137154713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/06/dysfunction.html' title='Dysfunction'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-3356609471175522147</id><published>2010-06-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:04:57.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Soul Sister by Cathy &amp; Victor</title><content type='html'>My favourite version yet  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJ-wgtyqn94&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJ-wgtyqn94&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-3356609471175522147?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3356609471175522147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=3356609471175522147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3356609471175522147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3356609471175522147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-soul-sister-by-cathy-victor.html' title='Hey Soul Sister by Cathy &amp; Victor'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5730691938949594342</id><published>2010-05-23T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:08:01.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....On a happier note from where i left off (obviously because its so emo), i got a new pair of lala sneakers from the laddie. I think they're ridiculously cute, and at such an affordable price too. Definitely a steal. Can't wait to wear them to college tmr (not that it makes the fact that I hv no car sticker any better...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See....lala sneaker boots or whatevr u call em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_lde84Fo6I/AAAAAAAAB0I/yF92oGKUtxc/s1600/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_lde84Fo6I/AAAAAAAAB0I/yF92oGKUtxc/s400/DSC01335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474509608364385186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_ldflas1FI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Ae174t3Rb7g/s1600/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_ldflas1FI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Ae174t3Rb7g/s400/DSC01332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474509619246978130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can wear like this also. Nice kan?&lt;br /&gt;Love the purple mickey mouses.&lt;br /&gt;(mickey mice doesnt sound right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_ldfMc9DSI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/jPPiyi8usB0/s1600/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_ldfMc9DSI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/jPPiyi8usB0/s400/DSC01334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474509612545543458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well. We're getting our birthday gifts early this year. (Because i hv no patience lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fabulous tastes. Feel so bangga because my gift *Barney Stinson style* AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_ldfy68CtI/AAAAAAAAB0g/y703YIKHQeo/s1600/41Bg1bIuOnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_ldfy68CtI/AAAAAAAAB0g/y703YIKHQeo/s400/41Bg1bIuOnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474509622871853778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meh. Im a showoff. Kbais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5730691938949594342?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5730691938949594342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5730691938949594342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5730691938949594342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5730691938949594342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_lde84Fo6I/AAAAAAAAB0I/yF92oGKUtxc/s72-c/DSC01335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-59036087782734337</id><published>2010-05-23T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:47:37.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw it la</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated and distressed to the verge where i would think most teens would be saying FML. Not that I would. Its crude. But really. Shit la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i didn't know that i was supposed to apply for a car sticker (for college) last semester. So now I can still apply, but there's a waiting list of 400 applicants. Sure keep skin already right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking outside college is a hassle. Yes. There's seldom ever enough parking and to make things worse, its dangerous. Most ppl will generally park at TBR which is my most hated place in that area. I hate, loathe and fear that place down to my guts. It is dangerous. I got robbed that last year, making it the most degrading, humiliating and painful experience in my life. I have never gone back there except to the shops and even then, i usually stay in the car. I REFUSE to park there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...without the sticker, i'll probably park at kz's place then ride his motorbike to college. That way we can park right outside where its safe. Mafan la though....have to transition like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i really don't feel like going to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks la.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-59036087782734337?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/59036087782734337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=59036087782734337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/59036087782734337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/59036087782734337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/screw-it-la.html' title='Screw it la'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-3659830351151594495</id><published>2010-05-16T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:57:10.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy moments!</title><content type='html'>A quick run thorough of the recent happenings because i am too lazy to go into the details and yet the events have been too significant to not blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin my Advance Diploma in Public Relations tomorrow. I'm not really that enthusiastic about going back to school and al...l but i'm just glad i don't have to get a real job yet so okay okay la. It will be pretty hectic i think because we will be conducting a REAL event! Yes, no more mock events or proposals. Its the real deal. So real deadlines and real stress. Ho. I hope it goes well la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Perhentian!!! This in itself warrants its very own blog post but i don't feel like writing right now. Let me assure you that it was a really really fun trip for me. I have a white triangle on my butt now because of the snorkelling. I saw sharks and turtles. On the last night i got punished into drinking 9 glasses of water. It was nonstop pee pee pee pee after that. I saw some ppl get drunk. I spent 10 hours in a car. I ate malay food throughout the whole trip. I made new friends. Ah, lots la. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APa3YWptI/AAAAAAAABy4/yW02in-PcXw/s1600/30770_1417232865401_1069994633_1225197_7581831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APa3YWptI/AAAAAAAABy4/yW02in-PcXw/s400/30770_1417232865401_1069994633_1225197_7581831_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471890501472265938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APbeyhg4I/AAAAAAAABzA/DbHSJ7eAjfA/s1600/31134_1399065130149_1037894897_1201747_6674887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APbeyhg4I/AAAAAAAABzA/DbHSJ7eAjfA/s400/31134_1399065130149_1037894897_1201747_6674887_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471890512051012482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APbkpdNRI/AAAAAAAABzI/Nvb53Xnv-Vg/s1600/31134_1399065690163_1037894897_1201761_5177738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APbkpdNRI/AAAAAAAABzI/Nvb53Xnv-Vg/s400/31134_1399065690163_1037894897_1201761_5177738_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471890513623594258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not giving tuition anymore so no extra allowances d. Cause my student's neighbours recommended this 'highly qualified teacher who just got back from the UK' and so they're going for her instead. Psh. :P yeah, i'm being all sourgrape-ish. But ah, i do realise my teaching methods are amateurish and disorganized. I shd probably get some qualifications after i finish my PR degree. (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest event was Michael Lean's 21st birthday party. I was invited for reason's other than that i was friends with michael (cos i'm more like an acquaintance only :s) and that made me feel a little happy. There was roast lamb. Lots and lots of roast lamb and that was so bombing awesome. Juicy roast lamb that's tender, succulent and bursting with flavour the moment you sink your teeth in, the pleasure you get as the taste coats your tongue, the surprisingly sweet and fresh burst of flavor when you taste the mint sauce. Gaaaaah. I ate so much lamb. It was lovely. And also there was this super adorable kitten there which totally seduced me with its big eyes and funny mewing. I fed it lots of lamb and even forgave it eventhough it bit me (by accident ok!). It wud cho chuuute!! ^^ And one of the best things (if not the very best) was the wine that boon yan brought back from australia. It tasted like liquid sunshine. I LOVED it. And i'm not really a wine person. I will get my kucheh to see if she can bring back some for me! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some really nice pics of my darling dog. I'm surprised the shots turned out nicely considering how noobish i am with the DSLR. I like them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQ4-h1MqI/AAAAAAAAB0A/d_cMoe4p3H0/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQ4-h1MqI/AAAAAAAAB0A/d_cMoe4p3H0/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471892118298768034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQ4XmYcuI/AAAAAAAABz4/PNdV27WzO0Y/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQ4XmYcuI/AAAAAAAABz4/PNdV27WzO0Y/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471892107848872674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQEOav-kI/AAAAAAAABzw/Vapsd3Ftyoo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQEOav-kI/AAAAAAAABzw/Vapsd3Ftyoo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471891212030966338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big event was the great ukelele hunt which ended up as a huge huge HUGE disappointment for me. It was meant to be a present for a certain rotting ape who doesn't tell me anything for instance- that he already HAD a ukelele since last year. *growl* I swear, my heart somehow found its way into my stomach when i saw the darn thing. Luckily, cousin kimmy wanted the uke i bought so i didn't have to waste any money. Broke my heart lo i tell you. And there i was thinking that i was a wonderful, surprising, delightful girl. Psh. I have no idea what to do now. Lousy i tell you. LOUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, speaking of presents, i got a couple from bangkok. Wheeee! You don't have! You don't have! Neh neh nee boo boo! =p See! (so happy i can burst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little piggy biscuits or desert thingies that are so cute so cute!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tasted them yet cos i can't bear to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQCkW4kII/AAAAAAAABzY/ujepxRctJIg/s1600/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQCkW4kII/AAAAAAAABzY/ujepxRctJIg/s400/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471891183560593538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awww..... :)&lt;br /&gt;A whole box full of mini yous. Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQDOfl8PI/AAAAAAAABzg/oFo8bUCMvqc/s1600/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQDOfl8PI/AAAAAAAABzg/oFo8bUCMvqc/s400/DSC01322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471891194871410930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An eye pillow. Its a beanie bag that you put on your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Has aroma therapy oils in it. Lavender scent. Nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQDsccnqI/AAAAAAAABzo/F9P3pbVqhmQ/s1600/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_AQDsccnqI/AAAAAAAABzo/F9P3pbVqhmQ/s400/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471891202911280802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly.....Bailey's Chocolate Mint.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still need me to tell you how completely elated i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APcFRy5TI/AAAAAAAABzQ/knegCTbZDdI/s1600/086767701787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APcFRy5TI/AAAAAAAABzQ/knegCTbZDdI/s400/086767701787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471890522382722354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie also had a short sleepover the other day which was bucketloads of fun. We stoned SO MUCH and yet i enjoyed it. How weird is that kan. We did a recording but i'm merajukking abt it because i can't hear myself. =x And we were supposed to go do a syiok sendiri photoshoot but we overslept. Hee. Next time we shall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Thats all the updates for nao... Ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-3659830351151594495?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3659830351151594495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=3659830351151594495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3659830351151594495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3659830351151594495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-moments.html' title='Happy moments!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S_APa3YWptI/AAAAAAAABy4/yW02in-PcXw/s72-c/30770_1417232865401_1069994633_1225197_7581831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4256374012887258327</id><published>2010-04-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:59:07.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nananananas......holeeedaes.</title><content type='html'>Holidays are being a BORE. I have been saving money so I haven't gone out much (more like at all. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i drank Teh Tarik which was nice and warming... The side effect to that though, was that i couldn't sleep. Lay in bed with my eyes wide open in the dark, everything was quiet and i suddenly had this terrifying moment where I felt like I was the last existence on earth. Yeah, serious. The silence was too overwhelming. So, i picked up my phone and besically wished a whole bunch of people good night.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it worked! The whole scary, alone-lone-lonely feeling whisked its fat butt away as my phone chimed with every reply. Lotsa people thought i'd gone nuts (quite true la) but i had fun chatting with some of them till I eventually fell asleep. It was a nice feeling. I think i cheered some people up too perhaps. I should do random things lidat more often. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nights for a whole lotta people.&lt;br /&gt;But my good morning was late. *glare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;It can be scary sometimes, how a relationship dips and dives and then comes back up again. I mean, its terrifying that in one moment, we could be feeling so comfortable around each other and the next instant, we can't stand to be around the other and the tension is so massive i feel like i'm being sucked into a whole new dimension (very 'anime-style' figurative speech) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, finding someone whom you love and actually loves you back is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding someone whom you love and loves you back while, suiting your personality, accepting your beliefs, values and ideals is even more incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any relationship, i think it hardly ever happens that both parties contribute equal effort towards each other. One will be waiting for the other, sometimes the other has to be more patient. Sometimes a little more giving. Stuff like this does give way to some amount of bitterness and unhappiness...but i still think that when you find your efforts and commitment reciprocated, the moment can be magical. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have SOME plans. Friday i will be having Thai Seafood for dinner! Woots! Jimmy Nongs I think. I hope we get barbecued crabs. Yeah. Definitely gotta have that. Its LD dinner but im just tagging along. Ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, joining the rest of my family to KLIA to pick up nicolas lim and then have dimsum at Tmn Connaught. Its freaking early lo. 6am have to wake up or sthg. Yes I was forced. =.=" The whole dimsum thing is their way of bribing me i think.&lt;br /&gt;Then got to help out because josiah is having a bday party. Wuliao betul. lol. That'll go on till night la probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is finally my outing day. It must be fun fun fun! I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got work today. Ish. Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4256374012887258327?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4256374012887258327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4256374012887258327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4256374012887258327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4256374012887258327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/nananananasholeeedaes.html' title='Nananananas......holeeedaes.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2185840447127753643</id><published>2010-04-22T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:34:08.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over...</title><content type='html'>I suppose updating my blog is due....oh which also reminds me I ought to get started on my VOH article. Right. No enthusiasm for that at all. Hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final exams are over. And i do mean final FINAL exams. The last exams of my diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I was thinking it would be really awesome but to tell you the truth, it is painfully anti-climatic. I came home, finished the entire season of Avatar. And now i'm here. Wondering what was it I was so excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought I'd get a lot of things lined up. Shopping, yamchas, dates and the like.&lt;br /&gt;But its not really like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending a lot on my class trip already so I am tight on money.&lt;br /&gt;Without money, there's not much to do but stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy a bikini (because its convenient. Can wear it as undergarments and it dries quick) but so far the ones that I like cost nearly 200 bucks. So I guess I won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfamiliarity induces insecurity. Breeding silence and awkwardness. Creating impressions of coldness and arrogance. When really its not like that. I'm just not good with people I don't know so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll be okay on the class trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this holiday will turn out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed at the TAR college security guards today. They seriously ruined my mood before i went for the exam. Stupid idiots. More like dumbass administration I suppose. Really stupid. But i'll tell you that on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, not a really happy day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2185840447127753643?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2185840447127753643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2185840447127753643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2185840447127753643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2185840447127753643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over...'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2146558396143964327</id><published>2010-04-12T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:37:22.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawls</title><content type='html'>This dude is so funny. He's actually my stella maris friend but i never actually talked to him till through Melanie cos they were college mates (small world). We ocasionally have quick chats now and then. They're all nonsense. And all hilariously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S8NItwjEvdI/AAAAAAAAByw/JFM_UsRV1bE/s1600/kwen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S8NItwjEvdI/AAAAAAAAByw/JFM_UsRV1bE/s400/kwen.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459287124266499538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was the first (and also second last) paper for my Finals (I only have 2 subjects). It was BAD. Its like, I've read those things before but there isn't enough things I can elaborate bout to make it match up to the allocated mark. And some things i seriously not sure how to apply also. Sigh. I really really hope i pass weih... Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier notes, today was sushi king membercard day so my dad took me for sushi. Ate lotsa salmon sushi. *lafu lafu* ^^ Nice. But the chef there crazy hak sum. Put freaking lot of wasabi in the sushi. But some dont have wasabi so i had to look out for those instead. Overall, it was nais. Salmon is yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i am looking forward to class trip at perhentian!!! Whooohooo!  I wanna buy that swimsuit ahhh.....Its still stuck in my head. Aih. They were so pretty.......and i probably need to get daily contacts. No point in snorkelling when i can't see nuts. =.=" Aih. But money le. *Roars and thumps chest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kla. I'm sleepy. nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2146558396143964327?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2146558396143964327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2146558396143964327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2146558396143964327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2146558396143964327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/lawls.html' title='Lawls'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S8NItwjEvdI/AAAAAAAAByw/JFM_UsRV1bE/s72-c/kwen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1775706569960072089</id><published>2010-04-11T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:01:19.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STADEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>Quick post. Just so my blog doesn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day is Pavilion with bestie. Killed my feet in my heels but i had fun even though we were broke beyond broke. Walked around looking for swimwear because i will be going to Perhentian with my classmates on May 10-12. Wooohooo! Final class trip before we graduate yo! I finally found a couple of swimsuits that i really really loved. But it'll cost bout 200bucks. Siigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i'm broke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cos see, the trip itself costs RM430. So yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll borrow something from melanie or wat la. Seehow. But it was so cantikkk.....T___T&lt;br /&gt;I want it ahh.....*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, sorry, pavilion. Its actually my first time there walking around properly. Past few times also just go for movie with friends and leave. We were really low on cash la so we ate porridge with youtiao. Share one bowl summore. XD cham douu.... But i still enjoyed myself la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, church was exciting for me today because we launched the Youth camp publicity event. Micro-small scale la, but cos im in charge of this, i am super happy that there was SOMETHING GOOD that i came up with. I wonder if the impact was big enough tho. It was something different la. So i'm glad *pats self on the back* XD Totally S.S-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, supposed to be studying now but procrastinating to the max. Seriously, i make myself angry at the lack of self discipline i have. I haven't started okayy. YES, for REAL. And this is my final exams we're talking about. JOANN LIMMMMM......Why you do these things to yourself i don't understand. You idiot. I will shower, then study till 1.30 or 2. Then i shall sleep. Cos i have to send my siblings to school tmr morning. Freaking early. SHUCKS. I will come home and probably study till i have to go for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully enough energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there really are a lot of things to consider when you want to have a future with someone. Especially when you're talking about big stuff like marriage. Each person has their own ideas/ dreams of what they want their future to be like. So maybe i have a higher expectation, i don't know. To me its normal. Things like money, time, priorities..... people have different thoughts about it. Now i see why couples can argue over their finaces and stuff. Its tough, but not really worth arguing over if you can't provide a good solution. I find myself thinking that i CAN put aside a lot of things i imagined to be just so i can be with you. And thats kind of strange. But i know it matters. Its a collective effort. I will do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old am I to be thinking about this kind of stuff again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get ahead of myself. Sot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARDEEE AH JOANN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1775706569960072089?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1775706569960072089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1775706569960072089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1775706569960072089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1775706569960072089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/stadeeee.html' title='STADEEEE!!!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4498653631378929436</id><published>2010-04-07T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:57:46.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism and Sexism</title><content type='html'>Racism, as is well complained and whined over in my blog, is very much alive in Malaysia. As too is sexism apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Issue: An accident occurs at a petrol station whereby a crazy fast car smashes at high speed into a man pumping fuel. The victim's wife rushes out of the car to check on her husband, but he did not survive. The man child, only a toddler, waddles out of the car in a state of confusion (apparently the crazy car collided with that man's car. It is a case of drunk driving (according to what i read). The drunk driver is a chinese woman, specifies the article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://yobsumo.blogspot.com/2010/03/kemalangan-di-stesen-petrol-bhp-taman.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the comments bombard. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of condolences to the family. Which is understandable and acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also a lot of hate towards "kaum yang makan babi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"celaka dan laknat bg cina makan babi tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tanggung dosa smpai kiamat!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;benci dgn segelintir kaum ini yg berperangai cmni!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiight.... *Too lazy to retort because there's always so much to argue but its not worth getting mad about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its like this, they find it disgusting that we eat pork. We find it hilarious that they have to sunat. Its a whole kindergarden, you hit me and I hit you back sort of thing. Though I sometimes feel that the extent of some extremely racist individuals frightening. The way they talk about other cultures that don't meet up to what their rules are is downright degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am rather rascist myself sometimes (aiya, on some level EVERYONE is ethnocentric or rascist lo), i try to remind myself that as much as I hate other races pinpointing, looking down and degrading my culture, I try not to spit on their way of thinking. I have to admit though, that its not easy to keep an open mind because other people's beliefs do not coincide with mine. Still, i try to be respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats on my gruff gruff gruffs on racism for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same accident issue, another comment was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Just ban woman drivers. You'll find that road accidents will be drastically decreased. Saudi Arabia didn't just do it because they're "sexist" you know. They did it for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This guy has obviously never been in Jessie's X-Trail. Ergo, he should shut his pie hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and using Saudi Arabia as an example to illustrate non-sexism. INGENIOUS. Pure intelligence wei. We're talking about the country that still practices female circumsion (or genital mutilation, however you choose to perceive it) because of certain beliefs that women are made solely to be baby makers and have no right to enjoy sex. Yea lo yea lo. No sexism AT ALL wei.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, women there also get charged with adultery if they get raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have NO BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such they should SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4498653631378929436?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4498653631378929436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4498653631378929436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4498653631378929436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4498653631378929436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/racism-and-sexism.html' title='Racism and Sexism'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1411823164236464723</id><published>2010-04-05T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:47:19.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Sem</title><content type='html'>The fact that this is my final semester is starting to make its presence known. Finals are in exactly one week from now (shocker!). This is definitely a really short sem. No time to procrastinate even. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already decided that since I don't know what to do after my diploma, I'm just gonna go ahead with Advance Diploma at TARC and maybe go for the 3 months in UK program if possible. I'm actually excited about that. 3 months should be no problem la. But if you ask me to do like one year or two years, GG lo. 3 months for a degree, yes, i wanna doooo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, today I had a presentation on Indian culture with my groupmates. So we all dressed up. Heh. Our presentation didn't go so well much to my disappointment, but aiya, it was fun la to dress up lidat and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, i got my neighbour to help my put on a sari which Melody lent to me. Its actually a lil big but at least i can say that I have worn a sari at once in my lifetime. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S7ny33eikaI/AAAAAAAAByo/Zw-RiCv7c5s/s1600/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S7ny33eikaI/AAAAAAAAByo/Zw-RiCv7c5s/s400/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659465134838178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, wai hong got dressed up as a girl. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Kz has this really weird hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;Kc has a weird face. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a day la I guess. I don't have work this week so i got to lepak with Kz, Jc and Kc after class which somehow feels like i've been missing out a lot. I had quite a lot of fun lo today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. And Kc called me YANG. Huak huak huak huak huak huak.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm......now dilemma-ing over whether to go for my class trip after graduation at Perhentian. Its 3 days 2 nights. Includes snorkelling and stuff...but almost RM500 for the whole thing. I really wanna go la, but thats a lot of money  and i'm not sure if i should splurge like that. But then again, LAST trip together wor. Sigh. I hate decision making you know that. See how la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog's been quite dead but ehhh. Whatever la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1411823164236464723?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1411823164236464723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1411823164236464723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1411823164236464723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1411823164236464723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-sem.html' title='Last Sem'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S7ny33eikaI/AAAAAAAAByo/Zw-RiCv7c5s/s72-c/DSC01235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-219464716912637215</id><published>2010-03-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:25:34.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush Puppies Bed Cover set</title><content type='html'>I bought HushPuppies bed sheet set for RM 79.95!!! It was on 70% discount, originally RM199.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its quite pricey although i'm not sure what the standard price for a super single sheet is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Bed sheets can use for a long time and since i spend so much time in bed, why not. Its really pretty and the thread count is 320 so its definitely quality stuff. Hush Puppies wor. Sure la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6uavmuw8DI/AAAAAAAAByg/HmtP9klICoU/s1600/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6uavmuw8DI/AAAAAAAAByg/HmtP9klICoU/s400/DSC01204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452621916503339058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So girly and flowery kan? I like the pattern a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6uau8FDt6I/AAAAAAAAByY/uCtPG8r_qyY/s1600/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6uau8FDt6I/AAAAAAAAByY/uCtPG8r_qyY/s400/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452621905054119842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i know i haven't updated my blog much. In fact, almost everyone else's seems dead. I guess its the crazy hectic-ness la. I don't want to talk about assignments. Tmr I've got a long day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-219464716912637215?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/219464716912637215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=219464716912637215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/219464716912637215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/219464716912637215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/hush-puppies-bed-cover-set.html' title='Hush Puppies Bed Cover set'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6uavmuw8DI/AAAAAAAAByg/HmtP9klICoU/s72-c/DSC01204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8820950243660075086</id><published>2010-03-16T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:08:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moe Overload</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A CRUSH ON IKUTO TSUKIYOMI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos he's wayyy to cuuute! ~nyao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6BVfitu_hI/AAAAAAAAByQ/loM133HCU1U/s1600-h/ikuto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6BVfitu_hI/AAAAAAAAByQ/loM133HCU1U/s400/ikuto.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449449549501234706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moe~ is over loading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8820950243660075086?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8820950243660075086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8820950243660075086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8820950243660075086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8820950243660075086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/moe-overload.html' title='Moe Overload'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S6BVfitu_hI/AAAAAAAAByQ/loM133HCU1U/s72-c/ikuto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2715291617277858508</id><published>2010-03-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:40:03.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner. =)</title><content type='html'>I finally had the dinner i've always wanted at Look Out Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely scenery. Cool weather. Dim lights. Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5-ieIFXI7I/AAAAAAAABx4/4pFfApipxOQ/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5-ieIFXI7I/AAAAAAAABx4/4pFfApipxOQ/s400/DSC01154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449252712591336370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of meat which I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato roasted (or was it baked?) with cheese and white sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i only remembered to snap a pic of the first course. Totally forgot once my dish arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lamb meatballs in a kind of tomato stew.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy but so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5-idkSrdtI/AAAAAAAABxw/Hc6sB5Z-c1w/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5-idkSrdtI/AAAAAAAABxw/Hc6sB5Z-c1w/s400/DSC01159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449252702983517906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat with the air pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy song at which I used to sing karaoke to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Musk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing and flicking stuff out the car window. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That extra RM3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking the T-shirt fits you really really well. =)&lt;br /&gt;....And no, your hair wasn't messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, those lookout point people really ought to serve cocktails. Really wanted a yummy colourful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5-ifafv4aI/AAAAAAAAByI/DDfud1IOKnE/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5-ifafv4aI/AAAAAAAAByI/DDfud1IOKnE/s400/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449252734713717154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time tonight. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2715291617277858508?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2715291617277858508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2715291617277858508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2715291617277858508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2715291617277858508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/dinner.html' title='Dinner. =)'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5-ieIFXI7I/AAAAAAAABx4/4pFfApipxOQ/s72-c/DSC01154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7628539197915278448</id><published>2010-03-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:09:37.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeap.</title><content type='html'>Blog needs updating and so i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hectic-ness of assignments has not eased. Still plagued by PMR (Public &amp;amp; Media Relations) assignment which seems to be a lot of work and also a lot of money. And i'm not so sure, but i only know how to execute one of the campaigns. The other one i'm still feeling blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked Wai Kin to help me with the design aspect for my assignment. Which has eased my brainstorming and drawing parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I hope to move my lazy arse on the work. Uurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been rocky for me. Even though it wasn't supposed to be like this. There's just so many things to sort out and discuss, and I am losing, no, I have almost completely exhausted my patience. I just cannot give in to anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot to talk about, if not arguing. I will hold off till tomorrow or Monday. Emotionally, I just cannot brace myself well enough for what might happen and all the rejection I will be taking. But i know full well that I am at my limit of backing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I really want my opinion to be taken into consideration. I want to be able to make a decision in this as well. If we are to stand as equals, i think its my turn to have a say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is no compromise to come to, i will be severely angry and really disappointed. I don't think I can take that at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the stakes are so much higher. There is so much more risk. And somehow, it feels dangerously close to falling apart and so soon. Its just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents are actually giving me a lot of space, and they have not said much about the matter. I wonder what they are thinking. The father is secretly in doubt, i know. I think the mother likes it a little. I think. But they have consented. And that makes me feel happy enough. I am glad and I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to work it out and make it good. God, please help... or am i not qualified to ask for help anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is our church anniversary. I am actually dancing. LOL. I know I might be really kayu but thats okay. I like the jumping part. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us youth wanted to watch The Book of Eli tonight. But the show was at 10.45pm and everyone has to serve tmr morning so no go. We went for dinner and then mamak and then the boys came over to my place to play PS3. Felix is the most keng at the racing games. Jason sucks at it. XD LOL. William is a backseat driver. =p Jack likes scraping walls. It is actually the most fun i've had this whole week. Today wasn't too bad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and I pray. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes. Allow me to show off my new jersey.&lt;br /&gt;Its the AIG team. =p&lt;br /&gt;Nice kan? I have the blue one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5u3__nAl9I/AAAAAAAABxo/1Z6VgF05ZhA/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5u3__nAl9I/AAAAAAAABxo/1Z6VgF05ZhA/s400/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448150484269438930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its grade A stuff okay. Don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7628539197915278448?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7628539197915278448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7628539197915278448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7628539197915278448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7628539197915278448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeap.html' title='Yeap.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S5u3__nAl9I/AAAAAAAABxo/1Z6VgF05ZhA/s72-c/DSC01139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-404416700027402353</id><published>2010-03-07T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:46:31.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much</title><content type='html'>1.30am and I'm exhausted. But just thought I should write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been real hectic for me. I'm juggling work, a huge load of assignments, youth camp plans and now dance for church anniversary. I just don't feel like doing any of it but i dont really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are requiring me to run about, even up till late at night. I missed church today to go for an interview. And then i went back there again at night. Its Kuchai Lama. Stinking far. Came home at bout 11 something. I might be going out again tmr night. Sigh. I hate this la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then youth camp...I dunno la. See how Tuesday's meeting goes. I don;t even want to think about tat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE. Right. About that. All i can think of when dance comes to mind is i want to quit. Because i find it so distressing and so hard to keep up. I don't know if its because i'm too self conscious or because i just don't have that gift. Maybe its both. I don't know. I just feel so stressed thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday could have been a rest day but i got booked. I still haven't mustered the enthusiasm yet. Maybe its cos im so darn tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, i feel like just spending all this time which I don't have with bestie, who has been so supportive. Ps Tryphena talked about emotional dependancy on Saturday. I've always known i'm en emotionally dependent person. Granted, i'm not as bad as I used to be because bestie does not indulge me much. Only when I really need help. Or on special occasions. Guess thats why bestie's is my best friend la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if ppl think i'm whiney for saying this. I haven't said it in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, putting aside all my tantrums. Life isn't so terrible. Kevin found me a PR practioner to interview.  Granted, it means i have to rush to meet the deadline, but its better than having nothing to hand up on the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm exhausted today for coming home late. But bestie has gone out of the way to send me around when i really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good time last friday. Love what i got. Blue and Red. Its a first. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just freaking stressed and tired la k...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-404416700027402353?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/404416700027402353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=404416700027402353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/404416700027402353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/404416700027402353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much.html' title='too much'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2712374963432896249</id><published>2010-03-02T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:19:58.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critics</title><content type='html'>In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. - Ratatouille-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think critics are okay so long as they are open-minded and they can provide something constructive for you to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst kind of people don't criticize because they want improvement. They criticize because they want something for their own sake, disregarding the needs and feelings of other people. They just want to find fault with you, and make sure you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand. Because when you demand, you make that person lose trust in you, it shows you don't understand that person and couldn't care less to find out. You just want things your way. Pastor says no one has a right to demand anything from another person even if you are in an unhappy situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't DEMAND other people to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't DEMAND someone to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have no right to put me down with hurtful words when you have never uttered one encouraging word either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2712374963432896249?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2712374963432896249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2712374963432896249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2712374963432896249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2712374963432896249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/critics.html' title='Critics'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5652624708021125315</id><published>2010-03-01T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:25:22.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Money</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been feeling like I don't want to work anymore. And at the same time, I don't want to study anymore either. I just feel like......doing nothing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that my job isn't great. It is. In every sense too. The pay is great, my student's mother is kind to me and the time is pretty flexible, the place is not that far from my house la with the Duke highway (just the jam sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is definitely a blessing. I guess I just need to grow up and be a little more responsible, not to mention grateful to God. I've believed inside and out that when Ps. Vernon Falls said this is a grea-ea-ea-ea-eat flourishing year, one of the very "flourishing areas' that boomed so unexpectedly was this job. So right now i'm struggling to stick to my guns and do the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if i stop work my parents won't scold me or anything la. They'll probably start giving me pocket money again (not that they've stopped giving. I just prefer to use my own and see how well I control my expenses. Quite well la I spend, considering I hardly have time to eat lunch. But the food splurges with bestie is going to render us broke...) So no pressure there. But i feel that it'd be stupid to stop working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Yura's exams starting in a week, I am feeling worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, my own assignments are making me sweat. (We might have to run around quite a bit it seem. Interviewing a TV3 reporter at 1Utama on Friday summore. Woahh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though honestly, i think the main problem is my own laziness and procrastination. Aiihhh. Joaannnn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm also considering whether I should continue my Advance Diploma in Public Relations once this semester is over. I highly doubt that I would go into this field...but if I don't continue, what should i do then? Its killing me, this whole major-decision thing. I hope God opens up a way and shows me what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I feel confused. And I'm hungry. Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed. I am blessed. I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5652624708021125315?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5652624708021125315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5652624708021125315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5652624708021125315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5652624708021125315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-and-money.html' title='Work and Money'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5627271143533840100</id><published>2010-02-27T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:19:04.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick pics.</title><content type='html'>Yello! Short update, mostly pics that i took with my phone. So yeah, non-wordy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my student, Yura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOd3OWVAI/AAAAAAAABwo/Sid8YZWuGhA/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOd3OWVAI/AAAAAAAABwo/Sid8YZWuGhA/s400/DSC01085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442967899601261570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhoring during class.....what a teacher. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOdZidU7I/AAAAAAAABwg/mLiV285R4EA/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOdZidU7I/AAAAAAAABwg/mLiV285R4EA/s400/DSC01083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442967891632542642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pfft. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOdH9rE-I/AAAAAAAABwY/qAILuJKfwSs/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOdH9rE-I/AAAAAAAABwY/qAILuJKfwSs/s400/DSC01082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442967886914851810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah yes. Fun times... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOclSr60I/AAAAAAAABwQ/hod8S6OBY-o/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOclSr60I/AAAAAAAABwQ/hod8S6OBY-o/s400/DSC01081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442967877607746370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kz bought the bunch of us souvenirs from Thailand!!&lt;br /&gt;Cute hor? When he first gave it to me i was freaked.&lt;br /&gt;Cos it looks friggin scary. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is the cyclops. The pink eyed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOb21A3aI/AAAAAAAABwI/qWXNou2jUAE/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOb21A3aI/AAAAAAAABwI/qWXNou2jUAE/s400/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442967865135259042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here are a couple of pics i took during the Broga Hill hike.&lt;br /&gt;Its fun to watch the sky change colour as the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSAFLgXLI/AAAAAAAABw4/HjM0T9iUqPQ/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSAFLgXLI/AAAAAAAABw4/HjM0T9iUqPQ/s400/DSC01099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971785997868210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That hill with a lot of people on it is the first peak.&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken from the 2nd peak.&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired to go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lR_pCHAyI/AAAAAAAABww/xUorruAXOKY/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lR_pCHAyI/AAAAAAAABww/xUorruAXOKY/s400/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971778442265378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSAsaD_LI/AAAAAAAABxA/O7FUmJurmMg/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSAsaD_LI/AAAAAAAABxA/O7FUmJurmMg/s400/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971796527905970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSA-i_dII/AAAAAAAABxI/-QYnJygYNDo/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSA-i_dII/AAAAAAAABxI/-QYnJygYNDo/s400/DSC01110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971801397195906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks so 'sound of music'. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSBvwmjuI/AAAAAAAABxQ/NSiCYdMkoQw/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lSBvwmjuI/AAAAAAAABxQ/NSiCYdMkoQw/s400/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971814607621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hor? I think my phone's camera really not bad. *bangga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well. Thats all for now. Toots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5627271143533840100?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5627271143533840100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5627271143533840100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5627271143533840100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5627271143533840100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-pics.html' title='Quick pics.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4lOd3OWVAI/AAAAAAAABwo/Sid8YZWuGhA/s72-c/DSC01085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8880684999175877305</id><published>2010-02-24T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:23:33.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A loooooad of happenings...</title><content type='html'>Hiii....i will be posting up a couple more pieces of clothing but for now, i need to blog because my head i exploding with all the events and fan-ness of new happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not everything that has been happening is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my new and also final semester has started. The first lecture commenced yesterday and already i am sweating in my armpits just listening to the teacher dish out our assignment like she was flinging raw meat to a bunch of strays. Really, the work to be done seems tremendous and also somewhat complicated looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part is the way she organized us with some stupid first come, first serve basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is retarded because lets say i pick this company to write up on. At the time I start doing the assignment, no one has posted anything so i assume its safe. Then the moment i gau-tim, i go to Cel and poof! Somebody has posted theirs already! Then how?? Kanasai lo like that? Have to do all over again? I'm sure she will enjoy such a situation very much. What does she think this is? A gameshow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihh....i have picked the company I want to cover and right now I feel blardy worried and kancheong about someone doing it too. Seriously ver scared. I've collected all the necessary media list info already I think so i hope to do it by today. Siiighh...TENSION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another issue, I bought 2 pairs of contact lenses from Jc's cousin. I requested for the power -4.00. But unfortunately there was some mix up and one pair ended up having a power of -3.75 and -4.25. And thats quite bad. Because my original power is actually -4.25. So I seriously don't know how I'm going to tahan in that pair with the power difference of that much. I was feeling very mang about it initially because first off, giving goods like that and not offering to change it for me or refunding shows tat the seller doesn't bother very much. And on i dunno which party's part, there is clearly some carelessness. So really, i would have loved very much to refuse to pay let alone accept something like this. BUT, friend wor. How to say no? GG lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very aaaaaarrrgghhh about when i told Bro. Jeremy about the whole thing. But guess what? He said he has a grey pair of -4.00 that he opened by accident and he says I can have them if i want! I feel happily surprised because i know he sells that brand for like RM50 something per pair. So i guess things have been made balanced once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people would say that Jeremy is just kind. I think so too. But I also think that my God is good. And really, i am so thankful that He cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I should learn to trust Him in terms of all my assignments too. After all, if such a small matter as contact lens He can handle so well, surely my assignments too? I will try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining to bestie about the mountainous load of assignments yesterday and instead i got scolded. &gt;.&lt;"" no fair.... Well, he says i haven't even tried doing anything yet so how do I know its gonna be hard, let alone impossible? He says I complain too much even before i put my butt to work. I guess thats true. So i should try doing some first... AND THEN complain to him after that. XD  Ok la ok la. I will try to be more 'proactive'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, tonight i shall be having a sleepover at sis. yuet ching's house with a bunch of the youth committee!! And very very very early tomorrow morning, we shall be heading off to Broga Hills, hike up there and catch the sunrise! I am blimey excited! This will be my first time catching the sunrise! It better be good!! .......and i hope we get to eat ikan bakar. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for class! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8880684999175877305?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8880684999175877305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8880684999175877305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8880684999175877305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8880684999175877305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/loooooad-of-happenings.html' title='A loooooad of happenings...'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-117664608991189513</id><published>2010-02-22T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:23:48.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes GIVEAWAY... pt3</title><content type='html'>Hello all......i am giving away my second hand clothes because my cupboard is just not big enough to muat all my stuff. So all the stuff here is free. Just drop me a comment to tell me what you want la. Most of it are passed down by my cousins and i never wore it cos it didn't fit me or whatever. Don't feel shy to say "I want EVERYTHING!" I will be most happy to dump everything in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more but I'm too lazy to post la. If you really desperate then u come to my house only la. LOL. If all this stuff isn't cleared by this month i will be giving it to charity anyways so dun paiseh la. Just say "Joann....I WANT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting up more stuff in the next few days so look out la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowery shorts. I think it fits size L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KftwA_qaI/AAAAAAAABvY/lY8eyHzhj0s/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KftwA_qaI/AAAAAAAABvY/lY8eyHzhj0s/s400/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441086908148984226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah...this is the source of my woe.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely gold shoes from NOSE.&lt;br /&gt;My friend wore it twice and just gave it to me on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;SADLY, its too small for me. T.T&lt;br /&gt;I think its a size 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KftWat9RI/AAAAAAAABvQ/OGLyZKNpCAk/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KftWat9RI/AAAAAAAABvQ/OGLyZKNpCAk/s400/DSC01062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441086901277553938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kfs7fbxUI/AAAAAAAABvI/i6V3etzRVEU/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kfs7fbxUI/AAAAAAAABvI/i6V3etzRVEU/s400/DSC01059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441086894049576258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kfr9W9hEI/AAAAAAAABvA/dbS-F8fNfBw/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kfr9W9hEI/AAAAAAAABvA/dbS-F8fNfBw/s400/DSC01060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441086877371040834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink Spaghetti Strap.&lt;br /&gt;Size M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kew7pWj-I/AAAAAAAABuY/n3AwaOAFBPI/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kew7pWj-I/AAAAAAAABuY/n3AwaOAFBPI/s400/DSC01053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441085863299026914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;East India Company Singlet.&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KewbE64AI/AAAAAAAABuQ/CRnjTolLc3I/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KewbE64AI/AAAAAAAABuQ/CRnjTolLc3I/s400/DSC01052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441085854556282882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kd2Bg8VnI/AAAAAAAABuI/usht_vMb6cQ/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kd2Bg8VnI/AAAAAAAABuI/usht_vMb6cQ/s400/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441084851262084722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;East India Company Grey Top,&lt;br /&gt;xs-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kd1rr4jtI/AAAAAAAABuA/4Bi1jY73jAM/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kd1rr4jtI/AAAAAAAABuA/4Bi1jY73jAM/s400/DSC01050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441084845402394322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kd0191xmI/AAAAAAAABt4/rhr6pmgNvCI/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kd0191xmI/AAAAAAAABt4/rhr6pmgNvCI/s400/DSC01049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441084830982194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geometric Print Tank Top.&lt;br /&gt;Plunging Neckline for those with nice assets... Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kdz_nQDGI/AAAAAAAABtw/2zZEpag8QOc/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kdz_nQDGI/AAAAAAAABtw/2zZEpag8QOc/s400/DSC01048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441084816391933026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Velvet Dark Green Top.&lt;br /&gt;Very appropriate for dinners.&lt;br /&gt;This is the back.&lt;br /&gt;Size S-M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk7U6ZDMI/AAAAAAAABwA/nGVWMwttR40/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk7U6ZDMI/AAAAAAAABwA/nGVWMwttR40/s400/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441092638949838018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice material. Velvety. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk6-GbM4I/AAAAAAAABv4/ZaoVBPzlzuE/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk6-GbM4I/AAAAAAAABv4/ZaoVBPzlzuE/s400/DSC01070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441092632826295170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk6SJ3XsI/AAAAAAAABvw/6U0quDYFT54/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk6SJ3XsI/AAAAAAAABvw/6U0quDYFT54/s400/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441092621029564098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shimmery violet one-shoulder top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk5_YZqVI/AAAAAAAABvo/IrmP6Z-odCo/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk5_YZqVI/AAAAAAAABvo/IrmP6Z-odCo/s400/DSC01067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441092615990258002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its brand new. I never figured out how to wear this. :s&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, one-shoulders dun look nice on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk5VxcT8I/AAAAAAAABvg/QYoXbzcvXPU/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4Kk5VxcT8I/AAAAAAAABvg/QYoXbzcvXPU/s400/DSC01066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441092604821000130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-117664608991189513?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/117664608991189513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=117664608991189513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/117664608991189513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/117664608991189513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/clothes-giveaway-pt3.html' title='Clothes GIVEAWAY... pt3'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KftwA_qaI/AAAAAAAABvY/lY8eyHzhj0s/s72-c/DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4735038089976769906</id><published>2010-02-22T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:09:41.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes GIVEAWAY... pt2</title><content type='html'>Clothes for free.....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, FREE. Please leave comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Blouse&lt;br /&gt;Fits M-L I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYuZTqLVI/AAAAAAAABtg/GHb-Wh_0gp0/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYuZTqLVI/AAAAAAAABtg/GHb-Wh_0gp0/s400/DSC01046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441079222651727186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KY9K9ne0I/AAAAAAAABto/r7eczWygVbI/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KY9K9ne0I/AAAAAAAABto/r7eczWygVbI/s400/DSC01047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441079476499217218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purple Knitted Thing, =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYt9nCbVI/AAAAAAAABtY/xb57_bSu2r0/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYt9nCbVI/AAAAAAAABtY/xb57_bSu2r0/s400/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441079215216815442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somerset Bay White Top,&lt;br /&gt;Very Short and very low. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Best worn with something else inside.&lt;br /&gt;s-m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYtGUg7ZI/AAAAAAAABtQ/ZcjDLERdKLU/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYtGUg7ZI/AAAAAAAABtQ/ZcjDLERdKLU/s400/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441079200375172498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is pretty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYseZEocI/AAAAAAAABtI/j_JGyVIsY3M/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYseZEocI/AAAAAAAABtI/j_JGyVIsY3M/s400/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441079189656871362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYrzFGnjI/AAAAAAAABtA/R0pGoG_4Ars/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYrzFGnjI/AAAAAAAABtA/R0pGoG_4Ars/s400/DSC01042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441079178030390834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MNG Black Spaghetti Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYNubT_jI/AAAAAAAABs4/aAjYuOWZdSE/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYNubT_jI/AAAAAAAABs4/aAjYuOWZdSE/s400/DSC01041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441078661385289266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has stripey things. Whatchamacallits.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i am SO articulate.&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYNH018NI/AAAAAAAABsw/Kz6gLVIFKM0/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYNH018NI/AAAAAAAABsw/Kz6gLVIFKM0/s400/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441078651023388882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYMnFqcVI/AAAAAAAABso/HDCvluJBJmk/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYMnFqcVI/AAAAAAAABso/HDCvluJBJmk/s400/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441078642235568466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somerset Bay Green Spaghetti Top.&lt;br /&gt;Really soft material. Also very short.&lt;br /&gt;WHats with ppl making tops so freaking short la...&lt;br /&gt;s-m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYL1aNPrI/AAAAAAAABsg/7xbNPgtPYhg/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYL1aNPrI/AAAAAAAABsg/7xbNPgtPYhg/s400/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441078628899962546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYLEh0aII/AAAAAAAABsY/dQkgICuI4fY/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYLEh0aII/AAAAAAAABsY/dQkgICuI4fY/s400/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441078615778551938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXi9gZfhI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ej0ublMzwBs/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXi9gZfhI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ej0ublMzwBs/s400/DSC01036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077926698778130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;White dress.&lt;br /&gt;Its very sheer (read: transparent) so u'll need to wear something inside.&lt;br /&gt;I only wore this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/white-dress.html"&gt;Click here to see what it looks like when put on.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXicu54GI/AAAAAAAABsI/x9h1TJPL9mo/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXicu54GI/AAAAAAAABsI/x9h1TJPL9mo/s400/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077917901250658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G2000 top.&lt;br /&gt;I love this top. It has a casual yet classy look.&lt;br /&gt;The neckline looks great....for ppl with a slightly larger bust.&lt;br /&gt;(unfortunately..for me.) &gt;.&lt;""" It is somewhat short tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXiBmTqEI/AAAAAAAABsA/aFqo7gvi2L8/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXiBmTqEI/AAAAAAAABsA/aFqo7gvi2L8/s400/DSC01034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077910617434178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXhZ8MP_I/AAAAAAAABr4/l8ulrn3t-Zw/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXhZ8MP_I/AAAAAAAABr4/l8ulrn3t-Zw/s400/DSC01030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077899971805170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXgyiCeMI/AAAAAAAABrw/1AiFk3hwwq8/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KXgyiCeMI/AAAAAAAABrw/1AiFk3hwwq8/s400/DSC01029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077889393129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P. Authentics Long Bluuuee sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;s-m can fit lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWrBOxXjI/AAAAAAAABro/BJJt3i_o_HU/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWrBOxXjI/AAAAAAAABro/BJJt3i_o_HU/s400/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441076965625912882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWqpW06kI/AAAAAAAABrg/IKluYTatzMM/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWqpW06kI/AAAAAAAABrg/IKluYTatzMM/s400/DSC01024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441076959217248834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random blue top. Lol&lt;br /&gt;s-m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWqEeZ8lI/AAAAAAAABrY/Rhy-hIJUSck/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWqEeZ8lI/AAAAAAAABrY/Rhy-hIJUSck/s400/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441076949316923986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWpjsy72I/AAAAAAAABrQ/AvNJgccE-x4/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWpjsy72I/AAAAAAAABrQ/AvNJgccE-x4/s400/DSC01022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441076940518911842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this in hot pink and orange. Both are up for grabs.&lt;br /&gt;A lil too tight for me.&lt;br /&gt;So prolly good for xs sized ppl.....or kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWpKbFjHI/AAAAAAAABrI/mXk52WMHEo8/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KWpKbFjHI/AAAAAAAABrI/mXk52WMHEo8/s400/DSC01021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441076933733747826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4735038089976769906?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4735038089976769906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4735038089976769906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4735038089976769906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4735038089976769906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/clothes-giveaway-pt2.html' title='Clothes GIVEAWAY... pt2'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KYuZTqLVI/AAAAAAAABtg/GHb-Wh_0gp0/s72-c/DSC01046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6711612463562991646</id><published>2010-02-22T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:06:58.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes GIVEAWAY... pt1</title><content type='html'>Yeap, cleaned out my closet to get rif of stuff I don't want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the stuffs that you guys might want so I'm posting it up here.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate to say "Gimme all!" No need to paiseh one. I'm probably gonna get rid of everything by the end of this month la. So just grab only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;High On Love Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSvxrlUnI/AAAAAAAABrA/-x3wBIp31BI/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSvxrlUnI/AAAAAAAABrA/-x3wBIp31BI/s400/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441072649304625778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MNG White Top&lt;br /&gt;Plunging neckline. Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSvSFafMI/AAAAAAAABq4/BfUh4IsbucM/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSvSFafMI/AAAAAAAABq4/BfUh4IsbucM/s400/DSC01018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441072640823033026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSu32LvrI/AAAAAAAABqw/FfUs9AH38UU/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSu32LvrI/AAAAAAAABqw/FfUs9AH38UU/s400/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441072633779830450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Padini Authentics 2-piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSulnVkTI/AAAAAAAABqo/sqy9mgFxbeI/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSulnVkTI/AAAAAAAABqo/sqy9mgFxbeI/s400/DSC01016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441072628885721394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSt0FIYcI/AAAAAAAABqg/4Wlgr2Mpl9A/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSt0FIYcI/AAAAAAAABqg/4Wlgr2Mpl9A/s400/DSC01015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441072615588913602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSBKef9OI/AAAAAAAABqY/VVjhNHel5uA/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSBKef9OI/AAAAAAAABqY/VVjhNHel5uA/s400/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071848506782946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSAjDYkSI/AAAAAAAABqQ/ObMbu0GJ6gI/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSAjDYkSI/AAAAAAAABqQ/ObMbu0GJ6gI/s400/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071837924069666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aeropostale Pink Thing. =p&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to call it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KR_0YCQ4I/AAAAAAAABqI/9AOVoZusniE/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KR_0YCQ4I/AAAAAAAABqI/9AOVoZusniE/s400/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071825394221954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VOIR Jeans White track pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KR_Xr9hQI/AAAAAAAABqA/cEEZo0KvdGY/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KR_Xr9hQI/AAAAAAAABqA/cEEZo0KvdGY/s400/DSC01010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071817693168898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KR-3xwlpI/AAAAAAAABp4/4gdhpGTLUoA/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KR-3xwlpI/AAAAAAAABp4/4gdhpGTLUoA/s400/DSC01009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071809127552658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRcD81byI/AAAAAAAABpw/lqI7bMo33Xk/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRcD81byI/AAAAAAAABpw/lqI7bMo33Xk/s400/DSC01008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071211099811618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;United Colours of Benetton Track Pants&lt;br /&gt;Stretchable. Lovely material.&lt;br /&gt;Fits 24-26 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRb1uetHI/AAAAAAAABpo/awzpd3cE0Vw/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRb1uetHI/AAAAAAAABpo/awzpd3cE0Vw/s400/DSC01007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071207281505394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRbWuQCoI/AAAAAAAABpg/8Ml2uIrGi6k/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRbWuQCoI/AAAAAAAABpg/8Ml2uIrGi6k/s400/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071198959045250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRajtX39I/AAAAAAAABpY/Bkiz6xE12Ms/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRajtX39I/AAAAAAAABpY/Bkiz6xE12Ms/s400/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071185265156050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess Pink&amp;amp;White Skirt.&lt;br /&gt;It says for 12 year olds...but it'll definitely fit 24-27 even.&lt;br /&gt;Brand New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRaEXRL2I/AAAAAAAABpQ/CqjWCwjezTQ/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KRaEXRL2I/AAAAAAAABpQ/CqjWCwjezTQ/s400/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071176850943842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPgxR73AI/AAAAAAAABpI/qYsqXr5jfTU/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPgxR73AI/AAAAAAAABpI/qYsqXr5jfTU/s400/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441069092964129794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPgb-Nj2I/AAAAAAAABpA/hcnyirUEDkI/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPgb-Nj2I/AAAAAAAABpA/hcnyirUEDkI/s400/DSC01002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441069087244259170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poofy checked blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPfwNTdZI/AAAAAAAABo4/O-cUOtcGaFE/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPfwNTdZI/AAAAAAAABo4/O-cUOtcGaFE/s400/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441069075496400274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Spaghetti Top.&lt;br /&gt;SEED.&lt;br /&gt;Its short so best worn inside another top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPfcSnwvI/AAAAAAAABow/Hn6L6OSAgz8/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPfcSnwvI/AAAAAAAABow/Hn6L6OSAgz8/s400/DSC01000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441069070149993202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Floral long top.&lt;br /&gt;Can wear with tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPewejkVI/AAAAAAAABoo/PctomPdum6U/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KPewejkVI/AAAAAAAABoo/PctomPdum6U/s400/DSC00998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441069058388889938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6711612463562991646?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6711612463562991646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6711612463562991646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6711612463562991646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6711612463562991646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/clothes-giveaway-pt1.html' title='Clothes GIVEAWAY... pt1'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S4KSvxrlUnI/AAAAAAAABrA/-x3wBIp31BI/s72-c/DSC01019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4649851929861869152</id><published>2010-02-21T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:12:30.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yer....</title><content type='html'>I want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but dunno what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, everything is still a big gunk of goo in me brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are over. Shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4649851929861869152?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4649851929861869152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4649851929861869152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4649851929861869152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4649851929861869152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/yer.html' title='Yer....'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-853656166586217400</id><published>2010-02-17T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:23:34.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friday</title><content type='html'>Dear Friday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come soon, come quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely the waiting has set my hopes too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Great Anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-853656166586217400?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/853656166586217400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=853656166586217400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/853656166586217400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/853656166586217400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-friday.html' title='Dear Friday'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6535034639569687511</id><published>2010-02-14T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:44:11.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cny and Valentine's!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing everyone a joyous new year filled with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much happiness, success, prosperity, peace and love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3gl2lfN9nI/AAAAAAAABoQ/9QpUJ_cRGok/s1600-h/ist2_11536318-jumping-chinese-new-year-tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3gl2lfN9nI/AAAAAAAABoQ/9QpUJ_cRGok/s400/ist2_11536318-jumping-chinese-new-year-tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438138169756087922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOANNL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And also,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOANNL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3gnfDEt6TI/AAAAAAAABog/D86NoyL5dj8/s1600-h/347596-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3gnfDEt6TI/AAAAAAAABog/D86NoyL5dj8/s400/347596-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438139964404394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....i actually forgot it was Valentine's Day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As Melanie would put it: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kanasai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6535034639569687511?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6535034639569687511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6535034639569687511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6535034639569687511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6535034639569687511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny-and-valentines.html' title='Happy Cny and Valentine&apos;s!!!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3gl2lfN9nI/AAAAAAAABoQ/9QpUJ_cRGok/s72-c/ist2_11536318-jumping-chinese-new-year-tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7117680438695441363</id><published>2010-02-12T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:26:17.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again with the racism...</title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping just now and came across a particular comment on a blog where a reader voiced out that she was ticked and offended at Chinese people because (according to her) we are inconsiderate. Why? Read yourself. This is what she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hi. ..... Okay so during the fasting month for us moslems, there are always malay bazaars. Your people (the chinese, sorry Im not racist for Im part chinese too but I cant help it Im just so offended by your post, its not even funny) would crowd the stalls making it difficult for us malays to get our food to break our fast. Its good for our business of course but the thing is, you people buy your food/drinks and start eating/drinking in public when you know the majority are fasting. Have some decency for Gods sake. Please, dont pinpoint races. People like you makes 1Malaysia unachievable. Serious shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeriouuussly ticked me off her comment. Ignorant, self-glorifying person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do muslims fast? Is it not as an act of worship to Allah? Isn't it to exercise devotion? To humble the flesh and strengthen your faith? Then why do you care so much if other people eat or not hmm? Shouldn't you be praying and be in a position of humility and worship towards your God instead of eyeing other races and muttering against them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm angry. I cannot believe that someone would say something like "because the MAJORITY is doing it so you must blah blah blah..." HELLO?? Isn't that just placing yourself in a pedestal and expecting other people (ie, the 'minority') to suit your needs, bow down and make way for you. 1Malaysia my foot. Don't act all high and mighty when you refer to other races as 'YOUR people' and 'MY people'. If anyone's a rascist, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 1Malaysia is all about the minority bowing to the majority, I WANT NO PART OF IT. You hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAP likes to say we're all part of one race- the human race.&lt;br /&gt;What on earth are you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims fast. I understand that and respect that fully. As a Christian, I fast too. I understand that fasting is me humbling myself before God and man which is why it angers me so that you should impose on others because YOU yourself is fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? Just because you're fasting, everybody else has to stop eating too? Or we have to eat in secret and hide our food when we see a muslim. Please. Thats ridiculous. I suggest&lt;br /&gt;people who think this way focus their energies more on praying and meditating on their God instead of waiting for time to move faster so they can break fast and gorge themselves with food thus defeating the purpose of fasting in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your fast is just a diet, why bother? Fasting is just dieting if it is not accompanied with prayer and a heart set on God. If you go on a diet, should other people have to starve too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all muslims thought like that ignorant person then there wouldn't be any mamaks or malay stalls open during fasting month la right. Its because THEY understand that just because we eat doesn't mean we don't respect Muslims. We're just living our lives as usual. It DOES NOT have any ulterior meaning. The inconsiderate one is oversensitive, selfish, childish people like that person who wrote that comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said. I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;Person who uses ego to speak instead of brain.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this was my reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;lol. i think you're being a little sensitive. If you fast, then you're doing it as an act of devotion to God. Just because 'the majority'' fasts 'other people' have to give way to them? Now THAT's inconsiderate isn't it? Other races respect the fact that muslims fast. But please don't place yourself above other races and expect others to stop eating or God forbid eat in hiding just to accomodate you. And if you are so keen on achieving 1Malaysia, you wouldn't use words like "YOUR people" or "MY people". Aren't we 1 people, 1 Nation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uurgh. Beh tahan this fella. Not all Muslims think that way kan. Just this narrow minded little blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy CNY to all. Get more ang paos eh? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7117680438695441363?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7117680438695441363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7117680438695441363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7117680438695441363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7117680438695441363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/again-with-racism.html' title='Again with the racism...'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2161300552687608181</id><published>2010-02-12T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:40:23.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from my student</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Joann teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher, I'm Keun- Young ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think we spend very happy time. And I learned very useful grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I thanks to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And really I spend very happy time with you. So I will remember you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and never forget because you are my best teacher!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also i'll promise!! After 6 months if I'll come again to Malaysia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll find you!! and called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the first day of my tuition we are very quiet. But now we are very friendly~~isn't it? I think that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go back to Korea! I'll read book!! and use Lip Balm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I keep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'll miss you very much. You are spend with me very long long time than other teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll sent mail to you. Also, check the mail every day an always remember you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the best teacher of my life!! And I like you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good bye Joann teacher ♥ I'll come back again ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please never forget!! Because I want best of your student (?? It's correct? Maybe wrong sentence... T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From: Keun-Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the letter from my student to me. Typed out exactly as she wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 3 students&lt;br /&gt;Keun Young, Yura and Hee Won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WsVseL3pI/AAAAAAAABoA/b5R8DU21qLY/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WsVseL3pI/AAAAAAAABoA/b5R8DU21qLY/s400/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437441613834739346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but today was very unexpectedly the last class for me and two of my students. There was supposed to be 2 more classes next week but they had other plans. So today was rather emo. And awkward. I guess, I just didn't know how to react. I have to be matured and professional but at the same time i feel heavy- hearted that they're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading her letter, I feel so bangga. XD But looking at the mistakes I wonder if i could have done better. :s But honestly, her English has become a lot more comprehensible compared to the first time i met her, which was like a month and a half ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent quite a lot of time with them so yeah....it doesn't feel all nice that they're leaving. But I am really happy that i made a friend. Keun Young aka Lucy is a pretty outgoing girl. I spent far more time chatting with her than teaching her actually (conversation skills are harder to build than doing repetitious grammar exercises ok!). We enjoy our chit chats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WsVMs7OiI/AAAAAAAABn4/qBu6BVubaJ4/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WsVMs7OiI/AAAAAAAABn4/qBu6BVubaJ4/s400/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437441605306628642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other student- Hee Won aka Cindy who is Keun Young's sister is only 9 and her English is much poorer. We don't really talk because she refuses to. &gt;.&lt;" But yeah....i guess each student has their own traits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'll miss them la. It's been a blessing, this job. =)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, someone texted my early in the morning last week. He very shyly said that i was zhao gong-ing in my&lt;a href="http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/arlos.html"&gt; previous post&lt;/a&gt;. I was pretty surprised and embarrassed so I went look for my 'zhao gong picture'. Spent ten minutes looking for my 'striking yellow bikini' which he said was showing. I couldn't find it. (@.@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think I got what he meant. To clear the air, its not a zhao gong. And very definitely not my 'striking yellow' underwear showing (yellow isn't a very popular color choice for underwear and i certainly don't have one Xp). My black dress isn't see through. It has a inner lining. Takkan i so daring, wear see-through and post online... Nah, show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside out, the dress looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the lining inside.&lt;br /&gt;No way you could have seen my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WsWE2B-7I/AAAAAAAABoI/22HCvbD6Qv8/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WsWE2B-7I/AAAAAAAABoI/22HCvbD6Qv8/s400/DSC00988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437441620377205682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Its a misunderstanding I guess. But I thought it was really sweet and chivalrous for a guy to privately notify my that he thought something wasn't right. Not many people would have the guts to do tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Either that or he was a pervert and imagined up stuffs that wasn't there. XD XD XD I'm kidding I'm kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY coming...cleaning war begins tmr. Nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2161300552687608181?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2161300552687608181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2161300552687608181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2161300552687608181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2161300552687608181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/letter-from-my-student.html' title='Letter from my student'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WsVseL3pI/AAAAAAAABoA/b5R8DU21qLY/s72-c/DSC00991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5147268200441090491</id><published>2010-02-07T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:31:49.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February shopping</title><content type='html'>Arlos. Well, the weekend is drawing to a close (shucks!). It hasn't been a very restful weekend for me but it has definitely been FUN. Melanie stayed over for two nights. The nicest activity we did was shopping in Times Square (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are  the stuff i bought this month. LOVE em' SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Extreme camwhoring ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classy White bag.&lt;br /&gt;RM27.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gR8BgPhI/AAAAAAAABmo/P3JF4BOAmtM/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gR8BgPhI/AAAAAAAABmo/P3JF4BOAmtM/s400/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528399057600018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bag goes well with my new white dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gRTSFnjI/AAAAAAAABmg/sMZ_yRC6xf0/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gRTSFnjI/AAAAAAAABmg/sMZ_yRC6xf0/s400/DSC00983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528388121304626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it looks very sweet lo.&lt;br /&gt;But bestie doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Hancur lah hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gA48eZtI/AAAAAAAABmY/3i8SAGXrzEs/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gA48eZtI/AAAAAAAABmY/3i8SAGXrzEs/s400/DSC00979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528106173425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice ma kan?&lt;br /&gt;RM25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gAUi3PlI/AAAAAAAABmQ/jZB-OMmL_KM/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gAUi3PlI/AAAAAAAABmQ/jZB-OMmL_KM/s400/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528096402325074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care la. I think its nice. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27f_52G8rI/AAAAAAAABmI/fy9CKtTnYOs/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27f_52G8rI/AAAAAAAABmI/fy9CKtTnYOs/s400/DSC00975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528089235288754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and i've discovered exactly&lt;br /&gt;how un-symmetrical my face is.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my eyes man.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do that on purpose. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fMUDHn0I/AAAAAAAABlo/CZ-aCLrxGIE/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fMUDHn0I/AAAAAAAABlo/CZ-aCLrxGIE/s400/DSC00967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435527202915983170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corporate-ish look.&lt;br /&gt;Melanie loves this whole outfit.&lt;br /&gt;She actually bought the skirt for herself but it was too short for her.&lt;br /&gt;So i bought it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fMG2jM6I/AAAAAAAABlg/SUGI3PeOezM/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fMG2jM6I/AAAAAAAABlg/SUGI3PeOezM/s400/DSC00965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435527199373603746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blouse is from FOS.&lt;br /&gt;RM22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fLNRt3pI/AAAAAAAABlY/-spn4P4Mzjc/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fLNRt3pI/AAAAAAAABlY/-spn4P4Mzjc/s400/DSC00964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435527183918292626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The skirt costs RM35 ah i think.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my mirror is dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fK-Id_wI/AAAAAAAABlQ/rkPMsKiE4Ms/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27fK-Id_wI/AAAAAAAABlQ/rkPMsKiE4Ms/s400/DSC00962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435527179852971778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally moved a full length mirror into my room.&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27eomNCF6I/AAAAAAAABlI/gzcr1aMRy1I/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27eomNCF6I/AAAAAAAABlI/gzcr1aMRy1I/s400/DSC00957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435526589314111394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, now this dress....&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Its really fitting and properly short.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy this for Mel but it didn't fit her as well. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27eoNXgbyI/AAAAAAAABlA/MX9Y3ArsXgM/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27eoNXgbyI/AAAAAAAABlA/MX9Y3ArsXgM/s400/DSC00947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435526582647156514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. Its a lil pricier. But worth it i think.&lt;br /&gt;RM40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27enhTw1cI/AAAAAAAABk4/BZEWOqKi9Og/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27enhTw1cI/AAAAAAAABk4/BZEWOqKi9Og/s400/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435526570820294082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, and i got the little greecian red dress.&lt;br /&gt;Bought online for RM20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27encHvtFI/AAAAAAAABkw/oSM7tL-H5AA/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27encHvtFI/AAAAAAAABkw/oSM7tL-H5AA/s400/DSC00943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435526569427711058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovely isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But a little loose cos its 2nd hand.&lt;br /&gt;Very prone to zhao-gonging tho.&lt;br /&gt;I will take precautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27em-sJ7GI/AAAAAAAABko/8erNEEFs_1A/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27em-sJ7GI/AAAAAAAABko/8erNEEFs_1A/s400/DSC00942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435526561527360610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeap well. Today Ps. Vernon Falls talked about 2010 being a year of grea-ea-ea-eat flourishing. Where there will be great abundance. I realise thats already true for me so far with the job that i managed to get which is well above what a student like me should be getting. I really am thankful to God for this. But at the same time, i realise my spending habits are spiraling out of control a little. I need to exercise some frugality and self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So basically the last thing i'm going to buy for myself this month is 2 pair of coloured contacts (brown and green!) from Jessie's cousin. RM52 for both pairs. I am excited. Though, honestly, where on earth i am going to wear all these beautiful clothes to, i really have no idea. =s Smart Joann. Real smaaaaart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least im happy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27f_aH1QuI/AAAAAAAABmA/n20C6AmMoNA/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27f_aH1QuI/AAAAAAAABmA/n20C6AmMoNA/s400/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528080719692514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, tis weekend has been really fun. Next week will be chinese new year. I think i'll only be taking the 13th Feb off from work. Gonna cherish all the salary i can make before my students head back to Korea on the 19th. I think I'll miss them a little. Its been quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, this saturday and sunday has seemed too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Its BACK TO WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27f-yicJhI/AAAAAAAABl4/2pFxbuV7YDE/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27f-yicJhI/AAAAAAAABl4/2pFxbuV7YDE/s400/DSC00970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435528070093874706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And another incident yesterday while i was in Times Square with Mel was that, after shopping, we went back to my car which was parked in the basement. Then, Mel found a note shoved inside the handle of my passengerr's seat door. Some Malay fler asking if i want to be friends please call this number. I found that really disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and bestie said its ok cos its not like the fler was purposely stalking me. But its still frightening know? After that, i got that stupid nightmare again which completely wrecked my night of sleep. Sigh. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i met Pang Yean, one of my friends from Stella Maris. We used to be really close in Form 2 cos we sat together for a whole year. He is now very leng zai. Seriously lo. Made me feel all shy and self- consciousy. My opening sentence when i saw him was "OMG.You so leng zai already!" Quite embarrassing. Bleurghh. Boys. I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Darren and his gf too. He shaved his head. His body now looks massive but his head looks teeny tiny. Quite funny. Mel says he looks very Cina. Teeheehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before sending Mel home today, we went to Ikea for meatballs. Maaaaaan....i love their meatbals in gravy and jam. Super yummmy. I wish we had ice cream. Mmm.....ice cream craving is ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tats all the updates for now. Its nice finally seeing pics on my blog isnt it. Yep, i am pleased. Night folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: YES!!! I'm getting my bed baaaack!!! I misssed yooouuu.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5147268200441090491?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5147268200441090491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5147268200441090491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5147268200441090491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5147268200441090491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/arlos.html' title='February shopping'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S27gR8BgPhI/AAAAAAAABmo/P3JF4BOAmtM/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6473223155882135023</id><published>2010-02-04T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:10:09.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bein' a fooooool!</title><content type='html'>2am and i'm still awake. Why? Cos if i sleep then my life will be just sleep and work and no time for entertainment. For crying out loud i don't even stay up this late during exams. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My level of missing peoples is about to hit the roof. I am dying to crumple into a hug. And just stay there. And melt. And complain about my life. And laugh. And not think about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. One more day then  its weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Is payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyy..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whats a funny word to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you right im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......i should probably go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6473223155882135023?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6473223155882135023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6473223155882135023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6473223155882135023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6473223155882135023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/bein-fooooool.html' title='Bein&apos; a fooooool!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7102664665001902352</id><published>2010-02-03T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:41:14.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So dull. So dead.</title><content type='html'>My third day of working, giving tuition for 6 hours straight. I am honestly sienned out with this routine. &gt;.&lt;!--!! Basically i wake up at 10 or 11 in the morning, take a shower, clean up my dogs and teman them awhile then go to work. Come home, rest, dinner, do some work, online, sleep.  Life is really really dull!!!  BUT i've decided that this is good training. If i can't even persist with a high paying, low expectation job (yeah, serious one. LOL), how will i handle a proper full time job next time?  Becoming an adult STINKS.  It sucks la not being to enjoy my holidays and doing what i want....quite depressing honestly. I miss my college mates. They're probably having such fun going places. *sulk* I feel like i'm going to die because i haven't had any time for bestie T.T and it is killing me. Sigh. At least this Friday i'll be heading over to Melanie's place. The only fun event in my week so i'm hoping it'll be a good one. It's good to be away from home too. WEEKENDS MUST BE FUN!!!  Aaaahhhhh......Kz, Jc, Kc, Alvin and Steph, i missss yooouu guyyysss....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt; *double checks to see if i left out any names* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... i miss you most. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a lil dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7102664665001902352?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7102664665001902352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7102664665001902352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7102664665001902352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7102664665001902352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-dull-so-dead.html' title='So dull. So dead.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-198158418628561194</id><published>2010-01-31T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T07:42:43.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday so far....</title><content type='html'>Seems like its been ages since i've written here. Ah well. I'm not really in the mood to blog but i feel obligated to do so, therefore here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been the blood clot of my holiday arteries. Staring from tomorrow, i wont have much time to go out at all cos i'll be working from 1pm- 7pm. 3 students back to back. Crazy tiring honestly, but i realise i wont have much opportunity to work like this for very long so i've got to do my best. T.T ......even though its making my holiday very lifeless. And sad. And pathetic. And unholiday like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not very much has happened. Melanie came by for a one-night stayover (which has been the only thing making my 'holiday' remotely fun). Hopefully this weekend i will go over to her place. Or vice versa. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a SERIOUS craving to shop. Again.&lt;br /&gt;I want a pair of sneakers and sandals.&lt;br /&gt;I want nice dark denim shorts that wont make my butt look flat or saggy. o(&gt;.&lt;)O&lt;br /&gt;I want more dresses cos dresses are awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want more T-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something about my hair (again.....)&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat super delicious yummy food!&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OUGHT TO CONTROL MY SPENDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaah. Temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie's stay was very uneventful this time. We lazed around the house mostly. The first day we went to KLCC for a movie which didn't work out. We ended up eating Chilis instead which was AWEEEEEEESOME. We went for a short walk in the park. We had a lot of laughing. One of the best incidents that night was of her driving. It was hilarious. That night was really the best night in this year so far. =) Really. I've never been so proud, so impressed, so surprised so delighted and so smitten. I think i fell in love all over again. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think melanie might have found this trip abit boring la. But it kind of brought back memories of us lepaking in the house just talking and lazing. We didnt get to go out much when we were kids, but we still found tonnes of fun stuff to do. Heck, we  even made lists and planned out what to do. Now its like..... "Now what......?" LOL! Age is such a fun sucker. But it was good having time to talk over stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming. I am still wondering how many days leave i should take, cos yeah, i still have work actually. Its a fierce battle of money vs fun time. By not going to work for one day alone, im going to be losing a lot of money (more than the ang paus i can collect throut the whole cny!). But then again, its cny wor...time for bonding and sharing. Hmm.....gotta consider properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep....guess thats all i'll be sharing for now.&lt;br /&gt;Toots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh right,&lt;br /&gt;I bought this dress online from mel's friend.&lt;br /&gt;For RM20&lt;br /&gt;My little red dress!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got it yet actually.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it looks nice la. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S2WjzdOzxMI/AAAAAAAABkg/x30hxqJGdWU/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S2WjzdOzxMI/AAAAAAAABkg/x30hxqJGdWU/s400/IMG_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432928629907768514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S2WjzdOzxMI/AAAAAAAABkg/x30hxqJGdWU/s72-c/IMG_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5249536005075065318</id><published>2010-01-16T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:09:47.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=X</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i said a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not use it on my blog again. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5249536005075065318?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1226352628168380741</id><published>2010-01-15T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:05:38.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses....</title><content type='html'>I live in Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This small house is where i have lived for as long as i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is square shaped, with white walls, a blue roof and a brown gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is peaceful, here where my house sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends come over sometimes and we have a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man stops in front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is from PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at my house with its square shape, white walls,  blue roof and  brown gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "My house looks just like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the man from PJ says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot have this house. It must not be the same as mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go live elsewhere or at least renovate the building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" I ask the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have lived here for years, i am happy. This house is mine. I have disturbed no one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man becomes angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "How can your house look like mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your house should look like your house; and my house should look like my house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can they look alike?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you have the same square house, with white walls, a blue roof and a brown gate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But my house has always looked like this..." I reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man from becomes angrier still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if my friends see your house and think that I live here??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, that's it, isn't it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're trying to confuse my friends so that they'll go to your house instead of mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you use this is square shape design, with white walls, a blue roof and a brown gate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am upset and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can your friends be confused? You live in PJ, I live in Ampang. It is so far apart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If your friends get confused, shouldn't mine be confused too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This design has been used by architects for long time. It is not a deliberate move on part to try and mold my house after your own." I try to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is not placated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you so adamant to move or renovate? You're just trying to make a big issue when you can just settle it by moving to another house right?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That shows that you really ARE trying to pick a fight with me aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just move la! Its not so difficult!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Ok. I'm sorry i said wtf. Its a joke. Caaught u off-guard didn't it? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gawwwd.....The situation is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a COMPLETELY UNRELATED NOTE, no relevance WHATSOEVER to the aformentioned story, the Allah issue is still unresolved. I just don't get it. What is going on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aggression and tension is escalating. (Yeah, look at me, i just said wtf on my own blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities have done NOTHING. They haven't even taken action against the &lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/opinion/breaking-views/49130-torched-churches--reaping-what-is-sown--akhramsyah-muammar-ubaidah-bin-sanusi-"&gt;Akhramsyah Muammar Ubaidah bin Sanusi asswipe.&lt;/a&gt; I wonder if they will even take action against him. Freaking double standards. That man is such a MORON. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Yes, i'm upset. I think i should seriously stop following this issue. I'm too emotional. I love this country. I love the diversity. The different cultures. The food (omg, the FOOD!!). I can't bear the idea that not everyone thinks this country should be shared. That some things should be meant for certain people only. Certain people who should have higher significance and importance over the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry at the injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frightened at the course things are moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will apologise for my profanity when i'm not in such a terrible mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to calm down and stop thinking dark, angry, emo thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1226352628168380741?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1226352628168380741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1226352628168380741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1226352628168380741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1226352628168380741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/houses.html' title='Houses....'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1756085561998487764</id><published>2010-01-13T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:01:23.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a love junkie</title><content type='html'>Thursday- Just one more day before my exam begins. Well, the first paper anyway. My four subjects are stretched out fro 15 Jan to 27 Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, its sem break! Wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can suppose that I should be studying now but.........bleh. Later la. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think humans are love junkies. Whats a love junkie you say? People who get all hyped up about LOVE. I mean, just look at which category of songs is the largest: love songs, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love junkies are people who go wah-wah over anything love related. Like a relationship status on facebook, a blog post about something hinting of anything remotely lovey-dovey. Love junkies absoultely MUST ask and busybody in a little on people's love life. Its just nature. Whether its motivated by sincere concern or simply buggering curiosity and 38-ness is another matter la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess to being a love junkie. Truth be told, I love nosying into people's relationships and finding out whats going on, analyzing the situation and etc. I think I can be pretty critical in viewing people's relationships. Sometimes i don't give the right advice, but heck, nobody can give a straight up 100% correct advice la. I'm starting to think though, that how i decide whether a relationship works or not is based a lot on how you tell me about your partner's flaws. YES. Not how wonderful that person is or how bad you guys fought. Blahdy blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people, talk about their partner's flaws and get all angry, depressed, emo-fied realizing that those flaws are unacceptable and wondering if the partner will change. In these situations, it is best to analyze what those flaws are. For some, i find downright unacceptable behaviour, ie: attitude that you will not display to someone you really love, i'm talking downright disgraceful actions of selfishness and disrespect. Here, is a case closed. But oddly, the victim in this situation usually wants the partner back very much which is.....yeah....crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying crazy in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"awww....thats so sweet/ romantic"&lt;/span&gt; type of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why are you lowering your self worth and standards for this dude"&lt;/span&gt; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"exactly how sure are you that he/she will change for you"&lt;/span&gt; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the people who talk about their partner's flaws with indignation and unhappiness, but willingness to accept and adapt to those flaws themselves. They talk about it once to express their dissatisfaction, then find it within themselves to be patient. I have only met one person like that and I admire her with all my heart (yes, its a she. And her partner is an idiot btw.) ...I need to stop being so critical. &gt;.&lt;"" Generally people who fall into these category are faced with flaws that are noot easy to face. I think these are the wise people who are really ready for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note however, that accepting flaws that will in turn, compromise your own standards and beliefs is UNACCAPTABLE. And stupid. Don't DO IT. Think it through properly before you get all hyped up about romancing with some creep who will treat you based on ups and downs in mood swings or whatever. Find someone who will respect you fully and shares the same views as you lo. Not some childish freak with whimsical/ fickle ideas of what you should be to please him/ her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, when all is said and done, i realise not butting in or giving advice is the smartest (unless they ask for advice la) cos no matter what i say, the truth is, they've already made up their mind. And if i say what they don't want to hear, i might make them crazy buggers indignant and stubborn. So, its kinda best to let to make their own choices and mistakes. And hey, if it doesn't turn out the way i predicted, i'll be in for a pleasant surprise no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Though i'm usually always right. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1756085561998487764?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1756085561998487764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1756085561998487764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1756085561998487764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1756085561998487764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/confessions-of-love-junkie.html' title='Confessions of a love junkie'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6154381130710420873</id><published>2010-01-12T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:32:48.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work</title><content type='html'>Working has been awesome so far (did i mention i was working?, well i am!) in view that I am getting paid, and this is possibly the kind of work i want to do in the future. But things have been pretty busy for me lo i guess. Plus my finals start this Friday and knowing me and infamous last minute studyings....uurrghh. Suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after my finals I will be working extra hours, which means extra pay. Tho, it also means less time for me to go out with my friends... Also, i have to brush up my Mandarin because i told the lady that I can teach Mandarin. LOL. I know....what a BIG lie. But, he's only learned for 4 months. Takkan like that also i cannot teach?? I must study up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE STUDY??? Grrreaaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about all the times i'm gonna be missing out just cos i have to work 4-6. Its kinda sad. At least i still have time for bestie, which is about all i have right now. So its not too bad. But my sem holidays are up and CNY all. I got work also tau...Ish. See how la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6154381130710420873?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6154381130710420873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6154381130710420873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6154381130710420873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6154381130710420873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-167965259118578281</id><published>2010-01-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:22:28.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranked! XD</title><content type='html'>I just received this forwarded e-mail from an ex classmate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FW: INTI College Chris Yeoh needs help‏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S0sxxrPvjRI/AAAAAAAABkY/a3iv67bp9LQ/s1600-h/chrisyeoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S0sxxrPvjRI/AAAAAAAABkY/a3iv67bp9LQ/s400/chrisyeoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425484905590000914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 99.6%; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt;" valign="top" width="99%"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi, my name is Chris Yeoh. I am 19 years old, and I have testicle cancer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also have a large penile fracture, from repeated beatings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;octors say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will die soon if this isn't fixed, and my family can't pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Make A Wish Foundation, has agreed to donate 50 cents for every time this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; message is sent on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For those of you who send this along, I thank you so much, but for those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't send it, what goes around comes around. Have a Heart, please send&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you are a kind person, send this on. PLEASE HIT FORWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BUTTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOT REPLY BUTTON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 22%; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt;" valign="top" width="22%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="width: 49%; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt;" valign="top" width="49%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="width: 27%; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt;" valign="top" width="27%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;YOUR'S FAITHFULLY, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Chris Yeoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;             chris_5068@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:a@makeawish.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     ( PLEASE HELP ME LIVE LIKE YOU DO)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, poor dude. He's obviously a victim of some cruel prank. Firstly, i doubt any guy will be willing to announce that he has testicular cancer so forwardly in the worldwide web. And what the heck is "large penile fracture from repeated beatings"??? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..... poor dude. With his photo, email add and phone number all. Kena dimainkan teruk- teruk. Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy...if this is a REAL e-mail then i'd feel horrible for making fun of this dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last I checked, the Make a Wish Foundation is for kids only (or more accurately under the age of 18). So.....yeah. Poor dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-167965259118578281?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/167965259118578281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=167965259118578281' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/167965259118578281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/167965259118578281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/pranked-xd.html' title='Pranked! XD'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S0sxxrPvjRI/AAAAAAAABkY/a3iv67bp9LQ/s72-c/chrisyeoh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-3505659149854314751</id><published>2010-01-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:10:00.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know who my King is, do you?</title><content type='html'>It has taken me some time to digest the news over the past few days, and honestly i am still trying to calm my emotions over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with the Allah issue, which was kind of pointless because its not like Christians 'suddenly' decided they wanted to use the word. Its been used all this while. Its not a matter of Christians trying to invade their way into Islam through whatever 'devious schemes'.  Why should Allah- Creator of the universe, omnipotent Lord and God of all be exclusive to Muslims only? Who is man to dictate that only certain groups of people are allowed to call on God (Allah)? Its a matter of language, not religion. And it is silly to think that Christians are 'confused' when they use the word Allah. We are not thinking of converting to Islam. We know very well who is our God. Do you? Then there is no need to get one's panties in a bunch is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theamericanmuslim.org/tam.php/features/articles/do_malaysian_muslims_understand_what_allah_means/"&gt;Even some muslims are dumbfounded by the whole non-issue of the Allah issue. Read here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; upset. I think we all are, be you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;muslim&lt;/span&gt;, christian, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hindu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt;, freethinker, whatever. Since when have Malaysians resorted to such violence? Somehow, i feel like this thing could very possibly blow into the proportions of a small scale racial war. And i am afraid for the peace of this nation. I am afraid for the freedom we so proudly proclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised and very heartened to read posts on this issue by Muslims themselves who have taken a stand AGAINST such acts of such uncivil nature like Marina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mahathir&lt;/span&gt; and Art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Harun&lt;/span&gt;. They are a small voice in a big noisy group of people screaming shit buckets i think, but they are a sound and intelligent bunch. I am praying that such people will speak to the hearts and minds of their own brothers and sisters and that our leaders will use minds like this to rule over Malaysia with wisdom, not self-gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://art-harun.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-failings.html"&gt;You absolutely have to read this by Art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Harun&lt;/span&gt;. He writes so beautifully and so expressively. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he wrote this! Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while the Christians are suffering blows from these attacks, i think the Muslims are too, whether they realise it or not. While Islam professes to be a religion promoting love, peace and tolerance, the world has so far seen the dire opposite to this statement. And now, it seems tat certain fanatics are keen to push the image of Islam in Malaysia to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;terrosist&lt;/span&gt; side. A small group certainly (who might or might not be trying to "protect" their so called rights to the word Allah and are now endeavouring wrongly in the name of God) who are successfully smearing the reputation of our country all across the front pages of newspapers worldwide. Looks pretty bad for the Muslims, but it is encouraging to know that a good number do not condone this behavior. Taking a look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Musims&lt;/span&gt; who came by Metro Tabernacle to clean up, it is a little warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mad Muslims in general. Reading through all the comments in different websites, i can see that the opinions among them are somewhat divided though many have taken a stand against violence. I'm mostly mad at this situation. The way people are reacting to things.&lt;br /&gt;BUT what I am REALLY downright pissed off at is people like this: &lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/opinion/breaking-views/49130-torched-churches--reaping-what-is-sown--akhramsyah-muammar-ubaidah-bin-sanusi-"&gt;MORON'S ARTICLE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE sounds educated definitely, but his mindset is as runny as a baby's pooped pampers. The things he said made me so freaking angry. I can't believe his article was allowed to be published. I realised that if a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; author wrote something like that so publicly, they'd be ISA-ed in a snap. But for ANY Malaysian to think that way is plain saddening. And then realise that he is probably not the only one. There are others who think that way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why there are the bombings in the first place. Painful to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into political stuff. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know nuts about it honestly but i know that the government needs to uphold justice. Something that the people have been expecting them to do for a long time, and have been severely disappointed over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i am reminded again that placing hope in man is futile. And ironic as it seems that God is the issue that triggered this whole thing in the first place, He is also the only one able to do something about this situation. The only thing we can do is pray. Wait, let me rephrase that instead of making it sound so 'last resort' and 'no hope left' kind of tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People, what are we waiting for? PRAY! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; starting to feel like forgiveness and loving kindness isn't the easiest thing to execute, retaliation, hatred and anger begets more violence. Pastor gave this verse today, and i think its apt to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew 5:44-45-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the easiest thing to do, but we ARE His children and we are going to show the world what grace and forgiveness is. The churches of Malaysia have never had THIS much publicity after all. Shall we not live up to what Jesus has called us to be even in  the face of persecution and furthermore, in the face of the media and the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look to our Lord, and not our problems, not other people's actions.&lt;br /&gt;Trust our King. Do you know Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z15FlTONVo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z15FlTONVo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Bible says my King is the King of the Jews. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the King of Israel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the King of righteousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the King of the ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the King of Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the King of glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the King of kings, and He's the Lord of lords. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's my King. I wonder...Do you know Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My King is a sovereign King. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No means of measure can define his limitless love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;enduringly&lt;/span&gt; strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's entirely sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's eternally steadfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's immortally graceful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's imperially powerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's impartially merciful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you know Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the greatest phenomenon that has ever crossed the horizon of this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's God's Son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the sinner's Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the peak of civilization. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's unparalleled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's unprecedented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He is the loftiest idea in literature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the highest personality in philosophy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the fundamental doctrine of true theology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the only one qualified to be an all-sufficient Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wonder if you know Him today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He supplies strength for the weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's available for the tempted and the tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He sympathizes and He saves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He strengthens and sustains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He guards and He guides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He heals the sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He cleanses the lepers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He forgives sinners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He discharges debtors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He delivers the captives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He defends the feeble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He blesses the young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He serves the unfortunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He regards the aged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He rewards the diligent, and He beautifies the meager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wonder if you know Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the key to knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the wellspring of wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the doorway of deliverance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the pathway of peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the roadway of righteousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the highway of holiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's the gateway of glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you know Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, His light is matchless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His goodness is limitless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His mercy is everlasting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His love never changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His word is enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His grace is sufficient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His reign is righteous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His yoke is easy and His burden is light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wish I could describe Him to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, He's indescribable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's incomprehensible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's invincible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's irresistible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You can't get Him out of your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You can't get Him off of your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You can't outlive Him, and you can't live without Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, the Pharisees couldn't stand Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but they found out they couldn't stop Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Herod couldn't kill Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Death couldn't handle Him, and the grave couldn't hold Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wonder if you know Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7461855744671534340</id><published>2010-01-06T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:39:32.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nein.</title><content type='html'>Life is so meaningless right now there's nothing too update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7461855744671534340?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-153996780914624089</id><published>2010-01-03T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:29:33.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recapping 2009 pt1</title><content type='html'>i should have blogged about 2009 AND the New Year days ago but haven't found the time or opportunity until now. Well. Here goes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning: Long winded, contemplative post ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, my thoughts on 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a really good year for me i think. I became a little more sociable, the frequency of my going-outs escalated at an alarming rate this year. The best thing about 2009 would be getting to know Jessie, Steph, Alvin, Kc, Kz and Caroline a lot better. Having them as my lepak college group has been a big blessing to me i think because they are a bunch i can rely on in my studies as well as to have a healthy social life. I mean, as friends they are really fun to be with and they're wild in the good sense, as in they dont go clubbing or do unhealthy stuffs. I think college life would have sucked BIG TIME without them so from the bottom of my heart, i want to thank them for making 2009 a blast for me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Highlights of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bukit Tinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs205.snc1/7224_1248283928512_1271867346_761604_8359809_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9918_1220535627023_1037894897_709351_6716761_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs205.snc1/7222_1230887341709_1514900486_593442_3674519_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs192.snc1/6454_148599865179_622920179_3877825_4888675_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs206.snc1/7335_163316350179_622920179_4087622_2834301_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PD Countdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22578_1285508731310_1037894897_901991_5629485_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, pd was a really nice one for me. Basically i've been spending countdowns at church for as long as i can remember. But going to pd for countdown was really really enjoyable. The tide was low so the sands stretched out pretty far. The shore was lined with numerous bbq pits all smoking and surrounded by bunches of ppl. Very festive. My idiotic classmates were playing a variety of games from eagle-chasing-chicks to wrestling. @.@ seow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the countdown started. Or should i say kept starting cos different groups follow different watches so one group will finish counting and another will begin. Lol. Funny. And the fireworks started. It was breathtaking. It was the nearest i've ever been and gosh it was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD trip was awesome really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have more thoughts but im too tired so i'll continue another time.&lt;br /&gt;Nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4363464689590610442-153996780914624089?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/153996780914624089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=153996780914624089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/153996780914624089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/153996780914624089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/recapping-2009-pt1.html' title='Recapping 2009 pt1'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5988805805444106557</id><published>2009-12-28T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:47:56.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions decisions decisions...</title><content type='html'>Been sick since christmas and it ain't fun. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I watched Sherlock Holmes. It was pretty good. Holmes is actually portrayed as a rather cute man with weird behaviourisms. Irene Adler is his female counterpart here. A good move i guess. It doesnt sound too unbelievable that they be attracted to each other. Watson was a bit of a bore. But thats only natural seeing as he'll always be overshadowed by Holmes. I think the sequel will be about Prof. James Moriarty. No idea who that it but if heard of that name in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I think its the same villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i watched Sherlock Holmes in a very sick state. Drank a lot of water so i kept having to go to pee, which totally potong-ed the movie obviously. My nose was pouring like a tap too. So it wasn't the most enjoyable time for me. When i came back from the loo, i sat down on my seat forgetting that it was the folding cinema seat type (cos it was dark) so i basically slammed my bum on the ground. Jason kept laughing at me for tat. =.="""" But i gueess the movie wasnt too bad. Myy sickness most probably clouded my judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Avatar is 100% worth watching in the cinemas. The effects are so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm in a dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i have a New Year's trip to Port Dickson with my classmates this thursday and friday BUT i also have work on those days. I already took sick leave from work today so if i dont work on those two days as well, it'll bea pretty bad impression on my students' parents you know? So should i go for the trip? Or should i go to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i go for the trip, i'll have so much fun. Got bbq summore. And it'll be a first stayover trip with my classmates ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i go to work, i will be  able to maintain my reputation as a good, dependable teacher. Plus, those two days costs RM140 salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i go for the trip, i'll get to countdown to 2010 with my classmates at the beach. That could be so awesome. But then again, all of them are coming in pairs. That would make me feel abit.....out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what if i'm still not feeling well then? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuurrgghh.....decisions..... How laaa??? Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5988805805444106557?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5988805805444106557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5988805805444106557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5988805805444106557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5988805805444106557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions decisions decisions...'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4554439907663124089</id><published>2009-12-25T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:16:24.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saaa...Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Kwismus!!!!  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually Christmas is ending in 10mins as i write this but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, really really lacked the christmassy feel. For me anyway, i dont know if you guys had a nicer christmas. Went to church this morning. Seemed more dull than the christmas of previous years. Don't know le. Are people getting tired of christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody puts the tree up at my house anymore. I used to do it by myself. But its kinda pointless la decorating the tree alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we didn't have open house this year which is both a disappointment and a relief actually. Disappointment cos i loved the feeling of all the people i know coming over and eating roast lamb with spaghetti in the kitchen, chatting in the living room....it DID give a very warm christmas feeling. But at the same time, its a relief we didnt do that this year cos it is FREAKING tiring. Wash  plates dunno how many thousand times as the guests keep coming and eating....mopping up the place, preparing the food, cleaning, tidying, running around, getting scolded. Walao eh. So it is kind of a good thing there was no open house this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't feel christmassy lo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt get any presents for anyone this year. Mostly cos i've been pretty low on cash (gimme a break, i JUST started working). I think lots of people are feeling a lil economical too cos you dont see many people giving out gifts at church either compared to last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer. What is happening to christmas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if matters couldnt get any worse, i woke up without my voice and a horrid sore throat. Which is weird cos i was perfectly fine yesterday. Maaaaaaan.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of all the un-christmas-ness in the air, i'm not exactly sad.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a good year. Youth Christmas was pretty good (not perfect, but better than i expected). I have awesome friends. Family. Joy Joy and Missy. I actually managed to get a good job. Studies are umm....ok? Lol. Bestie who has stuck by me through thick and thin after so many years. I got to see my relatives whom i hardly get to meet up with last week. I think, this year is really one that i should be grateful for in every way....even if Christmas wasn't awesome, the rest of the year has been. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end this year's christmas, this is my favourite anime christmas song. It gives me a pretty bitter sweet feeling i guess. Its like, people always think and hope so hard that christmas will be such a perfect one. Be it spending time with friends, being with that special person you hold dear, something, anything that you wish so hard on. But things never really turn out the way you want it to, even on the best of nights- Christmas. Regardless, whatever emotion you have now in your heart, if you're missing someone, if you're heartbroken, lonely, happy, disappointed, excited, angry, hurt.....whatever. Those feelings are precious. I'd say keep wishing and hoping. No matter what we've already received the best present of all. Just open your eyes and you'll see it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RHsmLGyXmQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RHsmLGyXmQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4554439907663124089?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4554439907663124089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4554439907663124089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4554439907663124089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4554439907663124089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/saaachristmas.html' title='Saaa...Christmas!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7458821802554550067</id><published>2009-12-18T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:49:36.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends came!!!!</title><content type='html'>back from Youth Christmas. Dead worn out I am. I will talk about the event tomorrow but today, i am just so so so happy that my classmates came. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i didnt think they would want to come but 7 of them turned up!! SEVEN! Seriously touched lo. Then all of them dressed up so nice! =D really a change from the usual college stuffs we see on each other everyday. They all looked so nice, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kz in a blue shirt n jeans, Caroline in pink top an denim skirt look so so ngam together. Summore their physique is tall n thin. Look so good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie and Kc were awesome. Jessie had this red and black scarf which was super elegant n panas panas panas. Kc was the biggest surprise of all. Striped fitting shirt (not the uncle type) and a pair of good jeans (not his usual i-accidentally-shit-in-my-pants-jeans). He looked good wei. Which is a first. EVER. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph came with Andy too and found their way over. Make me feels so bangga. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alvin came too! Waited at oldtown for me to pick him summore. i am so bangga i wrote this is secret. Lols. I DID NOT forget at all. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah.....basically. I. Am. So. Overwhelmed. That. They. Came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7458821802554550067?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7458821802554550067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7458821802554550067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7458821802554550067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7458821802554550067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-came.html' title='Friends came!!!!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4781405883417217942</id><published>2009-12-17T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:52:02.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D Day.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is THE day. Youth Christmas is finally here. I am beside myself with excitement. Went to help with the decorations all day today. Our humble and plain looking church looks a lot spiffier. Love the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow goes well. Eeeeeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got the job. Will start work on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4781405883417217942?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4781405883417217942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4781405883417217942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4781405883417217942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4781405883417217942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/d-day.html' title='D Day.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6601571794627125814</id><published>2009-12-16T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:27:56.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress. And new job?</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from drama practice + mamak with the church gang. I just realised its been a really long while since we mamak-ed together. Practice today made GREAT progress. I am feeling more comforted and less antsy now that things are going more smoothly. Not that the drama is awesome (yet). It has.......improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Friday's prospects have gotten better. I am (slightly) more relieved. Tomorrow's classes have been cancelled so i'll be heading over to church to help out with the deco and try to work on the games stuffs over with Kaichi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, i think william has done a really wonderful job with the deco. Love the UV lights! It has drastically reduced the old churchy feeling and replaced it with a cinema-ish ambience. Love it! Plus, its hilarious when the lights are off and when ppl laugh, its like floating white teeth in the dark. Teehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, BIG NEWS. Michelle has found me a job starting from 28 December to somewhere in February. Its one on one tuition with korean kids. Every weekday from 4-6pm. The house is somewhere in Sri Rampai. The pay is pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, i really want this job. A LOT. Cos teaching IS the only thing i have thought of doing so far and is the only thing i know (a little anyway). Its what i like to do la you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, i have no experience. No system. And for all my previous jobs, i've gotten fired or something like that, all very suddenly one. So im scared. Cos i dont want to be disappointed or disappoint anyone with my shortcomings. I dont want to get emo over this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what i want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................i'll probably take a chance la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i watched The Princess and the Frog already. And i LOVE it!!!! Its been so long since this type of cartoons have been created and i have missed every 2D aspect of it. Missed the princess type of happily ever after too. Love love love love it! I must definitely watch this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOANNL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SykX7saLEhI/AAAAAAAABkI/eZ_YhAwDuaU/s1600-h/Princess-And-The-Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SykX7saLEhI/AAAAAAAABkI/eZ_YhAwDuaU/s400/Princess-And-The-Frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886341190390290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6601571794627125814?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6601571794627125814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6601571794627125814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6601571794627125814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6601571794627125814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/progress-and-new-job.html' title='Progress. And new job?'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SykX7saLEhI/AAAAAAAABkI/eZ_YhAwDuaU/s72-c/Princess-And-The-Frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5807110847913233558</id><published>2009-12-15T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:01:45.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Christmas Panic</title><content type='html'>Hello abandoned blog! *blows off dust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for the lack of updates. This friday is Youth Christmas Celebration: Exit 146. I am really excited and looking forward to this event. Plus, my college mates will be going so I am pretty hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This christmas, i'll be emcee-ing the games with Kai Chi and also playing a minor role in the drama. The youth committee planned out quite a major event this year compared to the previous years. Problem is, there seems to have been more planning than execution. Right now, even with 2 days to the event, everything feels in shambles. Especially the drama. I haven't seen the deco yet but i know it just started set up yesterday. Cutting it real close wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, our drama is written and directed by Jack. I think its quite elaborate in terms of the set, and 3 stories running simultaneously. Thing is, we had SO FEW practices. Everyone seems to be super slacked off in this. Like it doesnt matter only. I dunno le. I'm still not feeling it from the drama. I do feel somewhat frustrated because the drama is THE MAIN thing for the night but its still not good enough right now. The planning and everything is seriously all loose ends. Like each scene doesnt have that closure feeling. And because each scene is just come and go, its hard to relate to the characters unless they are SUPERB. Which we aren't really. The dialogue is weird. The storyline bugs me a little because the climax, or the most important part rather, seems so sudden and unnatural. Aih...i dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to bad mouth the event. I'm in it and i am looking forward to it so much. But i'm also bringing friends. And i dont want to disappoint them after setting them up to saying its so great and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please help us get everything done so that this Youth event will be a blast! Help William on the deco so that the atmosphere will be perfect and oh so wonderful to lepak with new friends. Help Jack and the drama team to make it work! So that the drama will speak to the audience and challenge teens to take a chance with You. Help me and Kai chi to make the games go smoothly and that everyone will have a great time and there'll be no awkward moments. Help us with the gifts distribution cos we're a lil lost on that end. Please help everyone involved to make this a truly memorable christmas for all those coming so that they will have a knowledge of  what You did, what you do and what You can do. I pray that you shed understanding and wisdom for those who will find it hard to understand the why of You. And that you humble me this christmas. Please use this event to Your plans and not ours alone. We commit everything unto Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaahhh......stress like gila babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. What do i believe and why do i celebrate christmas? Short explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the sun? The green grass? The little creatures that burrow through the soil? The great beasts that roam the lands? Rain that falls from the sky and goes back up to the clouds? The human body?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a great power, the greatest power created all this. That this great power is God. And God is the one who calls all things into existence. God is an existance of his own, not created by anything else because He is the greatest (obviously). If scientists say that the universe came to be through the Big Bang then i would say that God created the universe through the Big Bang. (The Darwinian theory about monkey evolution is plain stupid though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because there is a God this mighty, i choose to make Him MY God and serve Him. Thats all to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bigger explanations of course but this is the simplest I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, stepping away from the deeeeeeep topics. I am proud of my Kancil again because i have a new cd player, speakers, horn and i sent it to be washed just a few days ago. Its all nice and has the new feeling again. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all the updates i guess. Friday, friday friday.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5807110847913233558?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5807110847913233558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5807110847913233558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5807110847913233558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5807110847913233558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/youth-christmas-panic.html' title='Youth Christmas Panic'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2184323077214121566</id><published>2009-12-02T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:51:22.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wish upon a star</title><content type='html'>The moon was big, round and full tonight. As i drove by in my car, annoyed with all the jams, the thought of assignment deadlines, the uncertainties of my future...... i saw that moon. And i didn't wish on it like how i used to when i was younger. I thought of me a few years ago, making wishes on everything that i could. A pretty, full moon. A star that shone brighter than others. An eyelash that had gotten on my finger. Candles dancing in the dark. Anything. I'd see it, think it lovely and somehow find some 'magic' in that loveliness to grant my wish. I wouldn't call it just making a wish la. It was more like....making an appeal to the Creator to grant my heart's desire. Something like it. Like how a starlit night seems to speak more favour for me. =) It was a silly thought i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why i don't do it anymore because, honestly, wishing on a thing that has touched your heart (in even the smallest way possible) does work. Trust me, i've had really crazy wishes work out for me that go beyond what i thought could happen. Probably cos i never thought the wish would come true in the first place. Who would??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think reality and "maturity" has killed this silly belief and romanticism i used to have. Making wishes and all....like tossing one cent coins into a fountain. I wonder where that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no time to ponder. I'm trying to write a news release (assiiiignnmeeeent....what else) but i can seem to put the words together so i tot i'd blog to get the writing juices flowing. I dont know if it worked. I just feel more sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wish I'd get this assignment done SOON and it will be a fabulous one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ1NYFFDT8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ1NYFFDT8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2184323077214121566?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2184323077214121566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2184323077214121566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2184323077214121566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2184323077214121566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='When you wish upon a star'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5883857410322139784</id><published>2009-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:22:18.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me pics'/><title type='text'>Potong sendiri....</title><content type='html'>My fringe had been getting rather long so i was quite anxious to get it trimmed. Problem is, its weird to go to a salon and just ask the hairdresser to trim JUST my fringe. So i brought the problem up with my college mates and Steph said she just cuts it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so....initially i was sceptical about cutting my own hair, but it was really bothering me so like an hour ago, i tot "What the heck!", grabbed a pair of scissors and went snip snip snip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first snip makes u think "OMG, what have i done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realize that u cant turn back after that one snip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second snip makes u SERIOUSLY second guess your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when everything was done, i now look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sengeted bangs when i actually wanted a fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVLQAMwIPI/AAAAAAAABkA/JWIOQ096pFQ/s1600/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVLQAMwIPI/AAAAAAAABkA/JWIOQ096pFQ/s400/DSC00447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410313265658994930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look ok from the front...somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVLP3BbljI/AAAAAAAABj4/g0dd1q3i8wc/s1600/DSC00444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVLP3BbljI/AAAAAAAABj4/g0dd1q3i8wc/s400/DSC00444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410313263195592242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih....anyways, my bangs arent that bad. If i push it to the side it becomes a fringe so no too bad i guess. My previous fringe was better tho....cos it was done by a certified and licensed hair dresser.........*mumble mumble*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Spontan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5883857410322139784?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5883857410322139784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5883857410322139784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5883857410322139784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5883857410322139784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/potong-sendiri.html' title='Potong sendiri....'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVLQAMwIPI/AAAAAAAABkA/JWIOQ096pFQ/s72-c/DSC00447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7703864561201676430</id><published>2009-12-01T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:33:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making</title><content type='html'>I want them friggin' tickets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVFJPhCx6I/AAAAAAAABjw/q5eZeec1Vpg/s1600/holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVFJPhCx6I/AAAAAAAABjw/q5eZeec1Vpg/s400/holmes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410306552441784226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls gimme. Pls. Pls pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7703864561201676430?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7703864561201676430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7703864561201676430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7703864561201676430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7703864561201676430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sherlock-holmes-in-making.html' title='I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SxVFJPhCx6I/AAAAAAAABjw/q5eZeec1Vpg/s72-c/holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1385701457556794603</id><published>2009-11-25T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:43:57.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Ah, Twilight. The story of a vampire and a mortal that has so enraptured the hearts of girls worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sw1ChbNvotI/AAAAAAAABjo/QIQYjKvoDdk/s1600/2008-11-22-twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sw1ChbNvotI/AAAAAAAABjo/QIQYjKvoDdk/s400/2008-11-22-twilight1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408051869550355154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, the main heartthrob who has girls praying every night that they will get a catch like him (HAH!!!) is a vampire. An immortal or great power, speed, strength, talent. Has a cold indifference and cares for nothing except Bella (his mortal, human and normal girlfriend). He also has a huge craving for her blood and fights constantly with his instinct to suck her dry of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this story appeals to girls can easily be analysed.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, pay attention to what Twilight girls are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;He is (apparently) a creature of great beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All girls want a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot guy&lt;/span&gt;. (though, i dont think Robert Pattinson is hot. He has rather Frankenstein-ish features to me....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*and girls around the world scream and howl with devastating rage*&lt;/span&gt;) References to how perfectly muscular and gorgeous his body is can be found throughout the series. So yeah. Leng zai-ness, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He is immortal. Has superhuman abilities. But has a mortal girlfriend for whom he is willing to put aside anything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls want a guy who is crazy about them. Having a hugely talented one (plus immortal being) is a whole new level of high. Basically they see Edward as someone of such supernatural perfection &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;being in their league.&lt;/span&gt; That means mere mortals, ordinary girls being able to achieve the guy of their dreams, Mr Perfect. Fantasy...ooi vay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He is cold about everything but Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls fantasize constantly about having a guy who will be cool and so mysterious etc etc... but on the interior is a dude who is DEAD in love with the girl and SHE is the 'one and only' who will be able to reach inside that cold exterior and make him warm and loving and blahdy blah blah. Basically, girls just want to feel like they are the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 'special one'&lt;/span&gt; who sees the true self and can bring out the best in that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;His blood lust for Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories about vampires have always portrayed them as hugely charming creatures with great sex appeal. I am pretty sure that the blood lust is a way of saying that Edward secretly wants Bella really bad.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls actually want a guy who (in the bloodlust sense) find them sexy and secretly has a lust for them&lt;/span&gt;. Thats how i interpret it lo! I mean, look at most vampire movies, you will find that when the vampire draws blood, the victim (usually female) is actually in very sexual-like ecstacy. So i actually think the bloodlust is in reference to sex and bodily attractiveness. But Edward always treats Bella with the utmost respect and constantly fights his hunger pangs so....i think u guys can understand what that means. Girls want guys who want them (yes in 'that' sense) but has the courtesy and self control to be a gentleman about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats how Twilight appeals to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all girls i guess. I'm actually not a Twilight fan. Lol. I read the first two books and honestly i dont like it. Stephenie Meyers way of writing just doesnt appeal to me i guess....i find the pace &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;too slow&lt;/span&gt;, too.......i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I think Bella is whiney and kinda dumb based on all the decisions she makes.&lt;br /&gt;Edward is a prick because i think he has no consideration for Bella. Really one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, their whole relationship is so far fetched. In real life, their relationship will NEVER work. So in a way,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; i think this book sets wrong standards for girls about how relationships should be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cool thing i like was the part about the Volturi. That part was awesome but that was it. Just that part. Lol. I would have liked it more if there was more elaboration on the fighting bits and less elaboration and dragging on Bella and Edwards frolicking together. Lol. The fight parts are like over so fast when it could be so awesome, c'mon VAMPIRE FIGHTS wei. Not shiok lo the writer makes it end so quick. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the first book where this hunter vampire who is supposed to be super dangerous and whatnot actually got taken down in a snap. Potong stim betul. Anti climax. Say until so geng but turned out lidat. Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went on facebook and saw these two updates side by side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sw01NKDKWrI/AAAAAAAABjg/fxEBCuDclZs/s1600/twi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sw01NKDKWrI/AAAAAAAABjg/fxEBCuDclZs/s400/twi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408037227694021298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...well. Twilight aint for everyone i guess. Too unrealistic for me. Well, whatever your opinion is, love it or hate it, thats your thoughts aye? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1385701457556794603?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1385701457556794603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1385701457556794603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1385701457556794603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1385701457556794603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sw1ChbNvotI/AAAAAAAABjo/QIQYjKvoDdk/s72-c/2008-11-22-twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4128853129023681264</id><published>2009-11-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:44:30.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The legendary dare</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahaha..... Kzhen is an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said NIPPLES on his facebook status cos i dared him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Swqr2YyO-yI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xkk0Z5yMf1Q/s1600/nips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Swqr2YyO-yI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xkk0Z5yMf1Q/s400/nips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323253466135330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly after u dare someone, u have to complete THEIR dare so lol.&lt;br /&gt;Here was my dare: I had to put kukujiao on my fb status. Oh well. Apparently it is now legendary. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Swqr2uj8bvI/AAAAAAAABjY/B8SChBYcpDo/s1600/kukujiao+by+joann.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Swqr2uj8bvI/AAAAAAAABjY/B8SChBYcpDo/s400/kukujiao+by+joann.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323259311779570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, if u go to my profile its not there anymore. Yeah, i removed the kukujiao. So what. But the picture's all up for the world to seee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if u've realised, there's something very wrong with me today. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i dared KZ to put up nipples.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i completed the dare to put up kukujiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Today was that screwed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4128853129023681264?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4128853129023681264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4128853129023681264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4128853129023681264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4128853129023681264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/legendary-dare.html' title='The legendary dare'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Swqr2YyO-yI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xkk0Z5yMf1Q/s72-c/nips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7824904560741610</id><published>2009-11-21T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:57:42.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings-ku</title><content type='html'>1.40am and what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here. Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about things that don't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. You know, relationships suck. YES, I said it. But i dont mean BGR. I mean relationships in general. Like friendship, family, best friends. Its all...........messy. And people let you down. CONSTANTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i'm not a social butterfly. I dont make a lot of effort in my friendships except for a select few people whom i consider &lt;strike&gt;profitable&lt;/strike&gt; important in my life. ;p I generally take time to spend with them cos, well, they mean something to me. But sometimes, they dont reciprocate my feelings and that really bums me out you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like BGR, but maybe worse. Cos if say a guy i have a crush on rejects me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who would be THAT stupid??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD, then game over. But for a normal friendship, you can't say "I dont wanna friennd you anymore..."??? What are we in? Kindergarden??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, sigh. Sometimes i really feel like that you know? With a guy, i get rejected like once. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;With a friend, you can keep getting rejected over and over again.&lt;/span&gt; And sometimes, the way i get turned down seriously makes me feel like that person has absolutely no consideration for how i would feel. Time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, im sensitive. I WOULD understand if there was a good reason, but its the WAY they say it. Or more like they dont bother telling you unntil the last minute when you bring it up. Probably cos it meant nothing to them. They make it like this "Oh, by the waaayy..." kind of thing. And im talking about really really close friends. Not 'hi-bye' friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMS. Im bitching aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh.  Maybe an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"I- dont- friend- you"&lt;/span&gt; has its point afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im probably ranting cos im insanely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep. Kbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7824904560741610?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7824904560741610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7824904560741610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7824904560741610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7824904560741610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/rantings-ku.html' title='Rantings-ku'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-551635090089670927</id><published>2009-11-17T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:38:40.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt; trembles in my core. Threatening to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frustration&lt;/span&gt; scratches its dirty, yellow nails against the walls of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperation&lt;/span&gt; stares at me with eyes of anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am surprised that I have not fallen apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home where I am not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pillar of faith built over the years, with no integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A head full of knowledge, lacking wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart that is capable of loving and despising with the same passionate beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not fear God. But to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEAR&lt;/span&gt; God, as in to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two faced hypocrisy. And vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, that this is all I am made out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony that after bottling and storing so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this tiny self that feels like it is about to burst from being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;. So hollow.&lt;br /&gt;So lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this piece.&lt;br /&gt;Stinks.&lt;br /&gt;Need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-551635090089670927?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/551635090089670927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=551635090089670927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/551635090089670927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/551635090089670927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/angst.html' title='Angst'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-2313104424941794948</id><published>2009-11-16T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:40:03.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantabulous-ness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday finally came and went by. =) Watched A Christmas Carol with Melanie, Kim and bestie. The movie wasn't as good as i had expected. It was kinda dark, grim and scary. Plus, it was in 3D and made my eyes and head feel uncomfortable. I dont think kids would enjoy this show, furthermore they used this accent thats hard to understand. For me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was cool cos i still had a really good time. Went shopping at Padini Concept Store's super sale. LOADS of stuff at 70% discounts. Awesome no? Twas my first time shopping with bestie which is quite sad actually after all these years. But still. Hahaha.... seriously cute shopping together for the first time. I can't believe after trying on ALL the colours for one item, and agonizing over which size fits better, which is in a better condition, that fella didn't buy a thing. Gosh. I only went in to try ONCE and i made my sale. Lol. =) I got a tiered denim mini skirt and a brown tank top for 35bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......and i was supposed to be saving money. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME??? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. My skirt is pretty. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....met up with Mel and Kim. Wish they had dinner with me though. Things felt a bit awkward dunno why. But anyway, Mel will be coming to sleepover next Friday so maybe we'll have time to catch up. I wonder what we'll do though, no money to shop d. Wuuuu....&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we'll think of sthg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics for last night will be up when i get them. Only 3 tho. No time to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from the Curve at 12 something. Late-ness.... Slept at around 1am then woke up freaking early to study for Yesu's MidTerm. I boiled 3 chapters in 2 hours and headed for the exam. Didnt even study the last chapter. Wow. But its objective so i think i can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...tiredness....&lt;br /&gt;Time to do proposal for my Publication paper. Deadline is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuurghh.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-2313104424941794948?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2313104424941794948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=2313104424941794948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2313104424941794948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/2313104424941794948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/fantabulous-ness.html' title='Fantabulous-ness'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-6281363416107471518</id><published>2009-11-13T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:22:59.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won premier screening tix to A Christmas Carol!!</title><content type='html'>I won free movie premier tickets to "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" in a competition by Nuffnang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been hoping that i would be able to win.Heck I even set my alarm on the date the results would be emailed out!! Believe it or not I actually stayed up until 12 midnight to see if the email would come in. It didn't and i tot i didn't win the tickets....that is, until bestie told me to stop the craziness and go to sleep like normal people cos the email would probably come in the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT TOTALLY DID!!! I freaked out big time when i got the email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first pair of movie tickets from Nuffnang! Awwwooooo!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am going to A Christmas Carol this Monday at Cathay Cineplex Damansara!!!...........wherever that is. I have no idea. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The important thing is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I WON them &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bloomin'&lt;/span&gt; tickets!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome-ness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to watch THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sv1w6rmNxpI/AAAAAAAABjA/LWEjXJqv22c/s1600-h/a_christmas_carol_jim_carrey_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sv1w6rmNxpI/AAAAAAAABjA/LWEjXJqv22c/s400/a_christmas_carol_jim_carrey_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403599281352197778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sv1w64QBnuI/AAAAAAAABjI/D26Uu-1e9WA/s1600-h/a-christmas-carol_290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sv1w64QBnuI/AAAAAAAABjI/D26Uu-1e9WA/s400/a-christmas-carol_290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403599284748787426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats not all, Kai Chi also won tickets but he can't make it cos of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(pfft!)&lt;/span&gt; SPM, so he's given me his invites!! How awesome is that??? So i actually have 4 tickets! Woot woot! Boleh double date dah. XD kidding lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is, in spite of having FREE tickets to a PREMIER SCREENING, no one seems as  excited about it when i ask them. Sien. Melanie is the worst. =.=" She was the first person i asked cos she lives nearby the place. But her replies, omg. SIEN douu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Must be monday ah? Cannot another day ah? Aiya, my sister wake up first then i see how la. You using me as your cover is it....? Hahaha... Why you so fast merajuk? I confirm later later later later later......................" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sulk* Don't want to ask her out d. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sum tam d. Heart no taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked Jessie and Steph. Jessie said cannot =( so now Im just waiting for confirmation from Steph and Melanie. The scary thing now is if both of them suddenly say they want to go, or both don't want to go. Either i have not enough tickets or wasted tickets. =.=""" stress. Don't care ah. See who confirm first la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who is going/ not going, I am jolly well going to enjoy myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PS: Kchi, thanks for the tickets! Consider it payment for all the driving so far la.  =p Your next payment will be due next time. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-6281363416107471518?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6281363416107471518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=6281363416107471518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6281363416107471518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/6281363416107471518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-won-premier-screening-tix-to.html' title='I won premier screening tix to A Christmas Carol!!'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Sv1w6rmNxpI/AAAAAAAABjA/LWEjXJqv22c/s72-c/a_christmas_carol_jim_carrey_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8968965046583749974</id><published>2009-11-11T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:45:24.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot of Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Ok, the (more or less) complete set of shots, that I took for my Media &amp;amp; Advertising assignment is here! Chang Chang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe my group and I had to finish one whole advertisement in a single day (yes tomorrow is the deadline). Anyway, i like most of the shots. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1zA7ISjI/AAAAAAAABiw/oTWs8PZzUGI/s1600-h/16731_1248557247546_1037894897_797988_8094691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1zA7ISjI/AAAAAAAABiw/oTWs8PZzUGI/s400/16731_1248557247546_1037894897_797988_8094691_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900959754471986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol, ok. A play play shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1yyrqjmI/AAAAAAAABio/jSSIs26aAzI/s1600-h/16731_1248557087542_1037894897_797984_1043458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1yyrqjmI/AAAAAAAABio/jSSIs26aAzI/s400/16731_1248557087542_1037894897_797984_1043458_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900955931512418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this. Would hv looked perfect on our ad as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1ytj52CI/AAAAAAAABig/sWtRWoxSWAI/s1600-h/16731_1248556967539_1037894897_797981_1368015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1ytj52CI/AAAAAAAABig/sWtRWoxSWAI/s400/16731_1248556967539_1037894897_797981_1368015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900954556782626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nice pic. But doesnt really carry d msg of our ad.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, lazy student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1yT8PWgI/AAAAAAAABiY/hzETlwOV1II/s1600-h/16731_1248556607530_1037894897_797973_1319650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1yT8PWgI/AAAAAAAABiY/hzETlwOV1II/s400/16731_1248556607530_1037894897_797973_1319650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900947679533570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06vfTsdI/AAAAAAAABiQ/1LHm8RXMuSI/s1600-h/16731_1248556527528_1037894897_797971_1009996_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06vfTsdI/AAAAAAAABiQ/1LHm8RXMuSI/s400/16731_1248556527528_1037894897_797971_1009996_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402899993001701842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one rocks. ;) Cos im in it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06kc1hPI/AAAAAAAABiI/UQalfY13BqA/s1600-h/13332_1269675663292_1271867346_827885_404185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06kc1hPI/AAAAAAAABiI/UQalfY13BqA/s400/13332_1269675663292_1271867346_827885_404185_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402899990038545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE this!&lt;br /&gt;We deliberately wore uber bright colours, us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06RSNqqI/AAAAAAAABiA/Ha63kW_-FY0/s1600-h/13332_1269672783220_1271867346_827879_4332119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06RSNqqI/AAAAAAAABiA/Ha63kW_-FY0/s400/13332_1269672783220_1271867346_827879_4332119_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402899984893717154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A not so suitable for ad picture.&lt;br /&gt;But nice photo for memory. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06Obw_3I/AAAAAAAABh4/UfjZ48j5CVQ/s1600-h/13332_1269672343209_1271867346_827869_603649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr06Obw_3I/AAAAAAAABh4/UfjZ48j5CVQ/s400/13332_1269672343209_1271867346_827869_603649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402899984128474994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JESSIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr053osgiI/AAAAAAAABhw/otiJFHLyxMw/s1600-h/13332_1269672303208_1271867346_827868_3445486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr053osgiI/AAAAAAAABhw/otiJFHLyxMw/s400/13332_1269672303208_1271867346_827868_3445486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402899978008691234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The completed ad!&lt;br /&gt;Nice kan? For half a day's work, i am super proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1zTvCOnI/AAAAAAAABi4/PkMyFWkKfEc/s1600-h/16731_1248567927813_1037894897_797992_8095529_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1zTvCOnI/AAAAAAAABi4/PkMyFWkKfEc/s400/16731_1248567927813_1037894897_797992_8095529_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900964804016754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays....a good day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i am freaking tired. I will start scolding people over the most ridiculous reasons if i dont get sleep NOW. So i probably should go. Yawn. Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He came. =)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8968965046583749974?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8968965046583749974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8968965046583749974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8968965046583749974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8968965046583749974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/photoshoot-of-advertisement.html' title='Photoshoot of Advertisement'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Svr1zA7ISjI/AAAAAAAABiw/oTWs8PZzUGI/s72-c/16731_1248557247546_1037894897_797988_8094691_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4692117096992465222</id><published>2009-11-11T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:52:46.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media &amp; Advertising Assignment</title><content type='html'>It is nearly 11pm and I am at Kz's place rushing for assignment. Not fun lo. Sweaty, tired and mang zang. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, our completed advertisement (minus the paper work which we are still working on) looks super PRO. =)))) I mean it!! For work tat was absolutely completed in one day, it is superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SvrPQofua3I/AAAAAAAABho/YbW_4AAzX08/s1600-h/MAcompleteSMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SvrPQofua3I/AAAAAAAABho/YbW_4AAzX08/s400/MAcompleteSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402858587639671666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantik kan? There were quite a lot of really nice shots but I am too tired to post them. I wanna go hooome. Next time la. K bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4692117096992465222?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4692117096992465222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4692117096992465222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4692117096992465222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4692117096992465222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/media-advertising-assignment.html' title='Media &amp; Advertising Assignment'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/SvrPQofua3I/AAAAAAAABho/YbW_4AAzX08/s72-c/MAcompleteSMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-3086469664863301547</id><published>2009-11-10T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:49:51.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dumb girl who betrayed everyone. *growl*</title><content type='html'>I feel like i have accomplished some stuff today. We (that is KC, Kz, Wai Hong and I) finally started on our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the assignments which was given by none other than my ALL TIME FAVOURITE LECTURER, Ms. Yes-you-know-who, was to create an advertisement. But because our tutor (not Ms Yesu) only explained the details to us one week before the deadline, the tutor agreed to let us hand up the assignment at a later date------&gt; on ONE condition: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let anyone ESPECIALLY you-know-who find out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Simple condition, easy to understand right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can you BELIEVE the dumbness and stupidity of this one girl in my course who actually went up to Yes-u-know-siapa and asked her about the assignment AND mentioned the deadline being pushed back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the witch that she is, Yes-dia-itu announced that EVERYONE MUST hand up the advertisement on Thursday, when it was actually supposed to be next Wednesday or face the consequences. FISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that woman is one !@#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuurgh. And that silly, foolish girl who didnt use her brains went up in front of the lecture hall to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; to us. Brave indeed. But not helpful. It really was too late to apologize. Everyone scold here kao kao and she went to cry. KC actually told her that she was "fucking stupid" which totally made everyone riot against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt sorry for her until I found out that her assignment nearly completed already. And I hadn't started on mine yet. Thats when i didn't feel sorry for her no more. STUPID GIRL! AAaaaaAAarrrrggghhh!!!! Got question then why didn't you just ask your classmate or tutor?? Why must ask Yesu and mention EVERYTHING? Why didn't you use your brains? Why why why why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I realise that it was my fault that i hadn't started working on the assignment sooner. But on the other, i would rather blame someone else. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, k la. Enough scolding. The idea for the advertisement is fully formed. It will be finished tmr, just in time to be handed up on Thursday. And i think it will be good.  Wish me all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-3086469664863301547?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3086469664863301547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=3086469664863301547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3086469664863301547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3086469664863301547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumb-girl-who-betrayed-everyone-growl.html' title='The dumb girl who betrayed everyone. *growl*'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-7032137828332743032</id><published>2009-11-05T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:53:10.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance of sad and happy</title><content type='html'>I dont know if my life is emo. Sometimes, i think life isnt especially harsh on me not because things aren't difficult but cos i try not to make a big deal out of it. I guess when ppl say that being truly happy is a choice, its true. I can choose to not think abt some things that really bother me (i said some, not all) unlike my secondary school years where i'd cry almost every night over, well, everything because everything seemed like a BIG deal at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stoned up la i guess. Put on a braver front, so even if im stoned, it still beats being a cry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there are some things that i cant put aside. And yeah, its bothering me. I dont really know what to do...and quite frankly, i hv no one to tell and REALLY, beyond my power to control. You know how some things you just can't NOT know, but you dont want to know either? And i wish adults would just not make the obvious mistakes when they have a responsibility. I feel humiliated that ppl outside know. As if the situation all these years haven't been shameful enough, and has been improving so much lately, THIS HAPPENS. Maybe I haven't been the best i could be, but i know full well that this isnt abt me, or my fault. Its a bad decision of someone who is supposed to be an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do anything, and i understand that. But i HATE i HATE being in this situation. No, i dont want to talk to anyone because its too shameful. And it really is private matters. But God, i really hate being in my position. Somehow, i wish i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If ur into making assumptions, STUFF IT. Its NOYB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....and in spite of what surfaced today, i had a great time because i spent some time with my best friend which made things so much better. Being together is the safest and most calming place i can ever be. Just knowing someone understands me and is willing to watch out for me comforts me to no end. Though, i am truly afraid that one day it will fall apart and i will completely lose this safety. I think too much. But reality does that to ppl. The older u get, the more news u become exposed to, the more romanticism dies.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God love isn't romanticism then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I know you love me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates with liquid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irish Cream&lt;/span&gt; filling&lt;br /&gt;That tastes like molten heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for conditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i constantly hv to remind myself that even though one aspect of my life (even a MAJOR aspect) can be sucky sucky sucky; there are minor aspects worth living for. If i just focus on the big boos and sob stories, i'll miss out on the things that could turn it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure the problem is big.  Im sad, boohoo. But there are still small stuff worth looking fwd to. Like friends, food (cant wait for korean bbq on saturday!), shopping, and chocolate nuggets of irish cream. Of course, small things that i can still be grateful and  thank God for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits up, I hope i see through this bad weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-7032137828332743032?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7032137828332743032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=7032137828332743032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7032137828332743032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/7032137828332743032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/balance-of-sad-and-happy.html' title='Balance of sad and happy'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5209170413750138349</id><published>2009-11-01T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:20:29.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stay Here.</title><content type='html'>Aiiihhh... Blog about whaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been nearly a week since i've been able to go online. Now that i'm at kz's place, i have this "Now what??" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ah, i had weird dreams for two consecutive nights already. I mean, not to say weird as in funny, freaky stuff or whatever. Its weird because....they're about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knoww right. Super weird. And dont ask the details cos....dot dot dot. XD No la, just weird la u know? U wont get it. Why would i dream bout him eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I really want......excitement. Or at least thats how i interpret my dreams. I always do that cos my dreams have always told me stuff abt myself that i dont realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i guess, it was awesome to have that crazy rush when you've just fallen in love. The butterflies that flutter in your gut when you see that special someone come round the corner grinning. The immense pleasure mixed into shyness when he surprises me with something i dont expect. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no, i'm not thinking about my ex as i say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, in my whole life GENERALLY, i want something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want....&lt;br /&gt;So much more than this.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel like this state of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is annoying me, frustrating me, making me....antsy. Impatient. I need a reaction. I need to feel passionate about something. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to fall in love again.&lt;/span&gt; The romantic-ness in me cries for being so alone. It has been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you decide to move on? If you've been listening to me....i really cannot wait here much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh. Oh emo, emo. Hahaha....i can imagine singing that to John Mayer's "Neon...neon...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain. You make me cry again. Because the heavens weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5209170413750138349?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5209170413750138349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5209170413750138349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5209170413750138349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5209170413750138349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-stay-here.html' title='Can&apos;t stay Here.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-4777686459463023986</id><published>2009-10-26T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:28:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. 26/10/09</title><content type='html'>Updating from college mate' house because my router at home has died and I am so so so detached from the Internet. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is MooooonDay. Went out with KC, JC and KZ to Chinatown aka Chee Cheong Gai to walk around. It was pretty fun. Took lrt over, walked about, ate quite a lot of stuff. =p Had Air Mata Kucing (Longan drink la), roast duck, gui ling gou, a bagua sample ;p, keropok lekor.....yum. I was a pretty fun trip. Lots to see. Went shopping for stationaries at Popular too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate part was that we were so preoccupied that we forgot the time and didn't make it in time for our 4pm tutorial. Lols. We'll have to replace that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, i actually didn't go to college today. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;Quite awesome.........................but not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Joy is much much better now. She doesnt appear to be in pain and her good spirits have returned. So thats really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urk. 5.30pm d. Need to be getting home. Dont wanna get caught in the Mrr2 jam. PLEAAASE dont be jam. K byesss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-4777686459463023986?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4777686459463023986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=4777686459463023986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4777686459463023986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/4777686459463023986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-261009.html' title='Today. 26/10/09'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8209327575184760883</id><published>2009-10-23T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:04:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy is sick. =(</title><content type='html'>Quick post cos i am at some restaurant wifi-ing against time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the vet today because Joy wasn't well, and i was super super worried. I tried picking her up and she yelped in pain. Scared me so much. And she didnt want me to touch her, kept running off to hide. That really broke my heart. SO, i brought her to see the doc first thing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost me RM70 (expensive laaaa) but it is the price of assurance that Joy's ok. Well, not really ok. Apparently the part that hurts is her spine (according to the dr). Cos he said that dogs with short legs and long spines tend to have spine problems. So jumping up and down, running up the stairs will harm her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc gave painkillers and bone supplements and that was it. Doesn't really seem like much actually but what to do. Doctor says like tat means like tat lo. Should the pain persist or return, we'll have to do  an x-ray next time. I really hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Joy's not well at the moment. Needs two weeks of rest. She's not really in the mood for much else anyways. Just wants to lie around, doesn't really wanna play. So un-Joy like.. =( Pray that she'll be ok again soon. Not fun having a dog called Joy when she's all miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats all for now lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, need to jaga my moneys ad since i paid RM70 for this. Need to pay for text books and sem fees also norchet. Sighs. God please provide. Sure will one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays. Bai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-8209327575184760883?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8209327575184760883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8209327575184760883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8209327575184760883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8209327575184760883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-is-sick.html' title='Joy is sick. =('/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-5815890114313120479</id><published>2009-10-19T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:36:58.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results</title><content type='html'>After ages of waiting for the TAR College website page to load my results, the agonizing impatience, mounting curiosity and impending kan cheong-ness, it finally came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results and TADAH!!!! Thank God I passed every subject!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/St0uANkovHI/AAAAAAAABhg/4lrErH0dQKc/s1600-h/results.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/St0uANkovHI/AAAAAAAABhg/4lrErH0dQKc/s400/results.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394518509837925490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say that I am pretty satisfied with everything. B+ is close to being an A so I am pretty glad. I was hoping to get an A for Public Speaking though. Ah well, A- isn't that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For PRST, I am just glad that I PASSED. C+ is very good for me already considering how much i hated the teacher, had little idea of what she was teaching and yeah....basically skipped  A LOT of her lectures (not that it made much difference even if I HAD attended them..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm super relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time, HAPPY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-5815890114313120479?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5815890114313120479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=5815890114313120479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5815890114313120479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/5815890114313120479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/St0uANkovHI/AAAAAAAABhg/4lrErH0dQKc/s72-c/results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-3882371008180177237</id><published>2009-10-19T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:41:18.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Templer's Park Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I went for another class outing with ma college mates today. Considered a class outing la, cos MOST of the class went. We went to Templer's Park which is in I dunno where, but it is a nice place. A lot of lovely waterfalls and the water is fairly clean. You dont even have to trek up cos there's already stairs built there, so no difficult trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i decided to go play with the DSLR for this trip and i took a lot a lot of photos. Here are some of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhYeF6OXI/AAAAAAAABhI/-tnOG3trruU/s1600-h/DSC_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhYeF6OXI/AAAAAAAABhI/-tnOG3trruU/s400/DSC_1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394363895449794930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one looks like Alvin took it himself but its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhXiQM_II/AAAAAAAABhA/9HwEeHu7f9o/s1600-h/DSC_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhXiQM_II/AAAAAAAABhA/9HwEeHu7f9o/s400/DSC_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394363879386840194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calypso. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Too much M&amp;amp;M is really not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhXNhciFI/AAAAAAAABg4/ItAH_r3vQnY/s1600-h/DSC_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhXNhciFI/AAAAAAAABg4/ItAH_r3vQnY/s400/DSC_1095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394363873822017618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhWTTBUVI/AAAAAAAABgw/ie8drqcsxfE/s1600-h/DSC_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhWTTBUVI/AAAAAAAABgw/ie8drqcsxfE/s400/DSC_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394363858192257362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAV!!! Looks great as a display pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfzpY5UVI/AAAAAAAABgo/SRa9EJgrfiI/s1600-h/DSC_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfzpY5UVI/AAAAAAAABgo/SRa9EJgrfiI/s400/DSC_1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394362163315429714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Kz I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfzPw6cvI/AAAAAAAABgg/IZ7I1hkfp8I/s1600-h/DSC_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfzPw6cvI/AAAAAAAABgg/IZ7I1hkfp8I/s400/DSC_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394362156436845298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfygAxczI/AAAAAAAABgY/TOlcieB-LU8/s1600-h/DSC_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfygAxczI/AAAAAAAABgY/TOlcieB-LU8/s400/DSC_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394362143618462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfyGOb_WI/AAAAAAAABgQ/hTyjPy1KEH4/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfyGOb_WI/AAAAAAAABgQ/hTyjPy1KEH4/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394362136696454498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one too. But it was kinda hard to take.&lt;br /&gt;So a lil blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfxT7VmqI/AAAAAAAABgI/wYzDAdZMPuk/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyfxT7VmqI/AAAAAAAABgI/wYzDAdZMPuk/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394362123194571426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super exhausted right now, plus there is an 8am class. Uuurghh....too early!!! I'll try to upload the pics at Kz's place tmr. IF i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...i feel like i owe ppl so much money. And my semester fees are overdue. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-3882371008180177237?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3882371008180177237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=3882371008180177237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3882371008180177237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/3882371008180177237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/templers-park-outing.html' title='Templer&apos;s Park Outing'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StyhYeF6OXI/AAAAAAAABhI/-tnOG3trruU/s72-c/DSC_1198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-1722859579024445153</id><published>2009-10-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:37:27.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it feel like to be SEPET.</title><content type='html'>I knoow, my second post today but I went to my Nuffnang analytics and saw this on the keywords that made hits on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StnbzWz0_II/AAAAAAAABf4/YzhXx5W7YrI/s1600-h/weird+hits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StnbzWz0_II/AAAAAAAABf4/YzhXx5W7YrI/s400/weird+hits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393583704095652994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you can't see it, it says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Perasaan bermata sepet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Hahahaha....the nonsense people search for!!! I can't believe someone actually searched for something so dumb. But i cannot help but wonder if that is a valid line inquiry that we might all want to know.... Being sepet can't be that different ma right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But still, will anyone ever know whether being sepet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;DOES feel different from us unsepet-ed humans? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is their vision actually more limited? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes a sepet person sepet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can they see when they laugh? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh....all questions we might never know.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *ominous music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being sepet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Stnh0ccERZI/AAAAAAAABgA/aXq72Dy2idc/s1600-h/6454_148604915179_622920179_3877985_7128647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/Stnh0ccERZI/AAAAAAAABgA/aXq72Dy2idc/s400/6454_148604915179_622920179_3877985_7128647_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393590319856240018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.....is like a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its is unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like your personal signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sepet is a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something one should treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ahh, who am I kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363464689590610442-1722859579024445153?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1722859579024445153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=1722859579024445153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1722859579024445153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/1722859579024445153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-does-it-feel-like-to-be-sepet.html' title='What does it feel like to be SEPET.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/StnbzWz0_II/AAAAAAAABf4/YzhXx5W7YrI/s72-c/weird+hits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363464689590610442.post-8467923021293046412</id><published>2009-10-16T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:37:15.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just haven't met you yet.</title><content type='html'>The sunlight bounces through the window as a light morning breeze makes the sheer white curtains dance. The sounds of the earth awakening probes through sleep, pushing away the tendrils of unconsciousness. My eyes flutter open, the world comes into focus slowly. I see your face, disheveled as how only one who has slept well would look, and i cannot help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch my hand on your chest rise and fall with your breathing. Beneath the covers, i move closer to you, watching you stir a little, your eyes moving slightly within their closed lids. My fingers trace the contours of your face, brushing the hair from your forehead, the feel of your cheeks, the strength of your jaw, the softness of your lips... I startle a little when i realize that you are awake, those beautiful eyes twinkling at me, that grinning mouth. And the look of you touches my heart, that face i love and will always love so much. And I know i will give anything for mornings like these, just to wake up beside you for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....i just haven't met you yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*inspired by Michael Buble's song.* ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as always, listen to Aj cos he rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ2nJLXpZXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ2nJLXpZXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; Just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Haven't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4363464689590610442-8467923021293046412?l=joannlimmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8467923021293046412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363464689590610442&amp;postID=8467923021293046412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8467923021293046412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363464689590610442/posts/default/8467923021293046412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannlimmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-havent-met-you-yet.html' title='I just haven&apos;t met you yet.'/><author><name>~JoAnN LiM~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03178655734548578955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcPM4Q0jUm4/S3WhFNwYR7I/AAAAAAAABnY/799dJFEF4xA/S220/7224_1252675638302_1271867346_775700_2345470_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
