<?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-2376393154813752331</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:42:18.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-7262743771822286453</id><published>2011-03-14T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:00:49.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had been to college and out. I made it through a whole year. Did not mean I dropped out. My course had just ended, now having a break from study, awaiting for results. In any case, I do hope I pass and graduate. Sweat back to those who sweat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember, life should be enjoyed and for that we need to eat. Not too little of it too. Tell me how else would we have the energy to do anything? Say, to work the muscles from the shoulder to the wrist, or to stand? A game of badminton would tire you out easily in less than half of a session. You would feel like falling to the ground and lying motionless there. But, you do not want to faint! No! Hell no, you fight it! There is no other way than to retreat from the &lt;s&gt;battlefield&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;court, and to catch your breath by gulping in water and by having a fan blowing in your face. The mind works hard for a way to gain homeostasis and be refreshed, in which it needs oxygen. So, oxygen is required to think how to achieve oxygen debt. I don't know how that works. It's so confusing. Anyway, you want that oxygen to&amp;nbsp;metabolize lactic acid, to replenish ATP and glycogen, and so on. In summation, you need air, or maybe food is what you need. Then, the mind would not trick you into wanting air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Live to eat! I'm getting out of track there, going all over the place. Ha! You think I'm relaying what I've learnt from my study in college. *Leaves you wondering.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can it be that the headache I'm having now is meddling with my mind, or killing it slowly? Gotta go now. Perhaps I have yet to achieve oxygen debt. Still, could be the aftermath of anxiety over finals. The consequence of facing the screen every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to go into the unconscious mind - stage four of sleep.&lt;/span&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/2376393154813752331-7262743771822286453?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/7262743771822286453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-year-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7262743771822286453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7262743771822286453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-year-later.html' title='Another Year Later...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-6647377555550097275</id><published>2010-03-27T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:01:39.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Right Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Yo. If you still haven't found out about it, we're having Earth Hour tonight on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ehm.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/EH_A2-Poster.jpg_2_Page_X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://ehm.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/EH_A2-Poster.jpg_2_Page_X.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-6647377555550097275?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.earthhour.org/' title='Coming Right Up!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6647377555550097275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-right-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6647377555550097275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6647377555550097275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-right-up.html' title='Coming Right Up!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-6527853746308566354</id><published>2010-03-14T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:02:02.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;March 11, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With hearts thumping loudly in our own chests and bulging eyes ready to pop out of our heads (in waiting for the teachers to call our names to be handed the results), our minds are&amp;nbsp;filled with giddyness. Some of us eager. Some of us desperate.&amp;nbsp;Some of us (me) stricken with nervous breakdowns not wanting the results to be released, wishing the slips&amp;nbsp;would be left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The inspiring rushes have gone. I don't feel like continuing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-6527853746308566354?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6527853746308566354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-anticipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6527853746308566354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6527853746308566354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-anticipation.html' title='In Anticipation'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-8291212447559024408</id><published>2010-02-22T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:54:57.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single-Tasking Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is today (I think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Multi-tasking is ineffective, and may cause brain damage!&lt;/span&gt; I do it most of the time without having much thought about it, which it probably shows why I lack concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Multi-Tasking = Being Less Mindful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Single-Tasking = Being More Mindful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have now decided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;to perform less multi-tasking. I desire to embrace the moment and to live in it. That way, hopefully, i will be more focus and on the way to becoming more mindful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am going to close the five sites I have opened in my browser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-8291212447559024408?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8291212447559024408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/02/single-tasking-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8291212447559024408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8291212447559024408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/02/single-tasking-day.html' title='Single-Tasking Day'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-1982684822605741756</id><published>2010-01-21T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:03:42.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan Joanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's my birthday today. Did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Whatever with the past has gone, The best is always yet to come." - Lucy Larcom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I expect a quiet one this year, not knowing why, perhaps because I feel tired from doing no good for a long time now. Too long. I won't disgrace myself much further&amp;nbsp;here. I've no pictures up because I haven't been outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But, here's a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S1gkXIsFfoI/AAAAAAAAADs/s7tmBpmYeJ0/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S1gkXIsFfoI/AAAAAAAAADs/s7tmBpmYeJ0/s320/DSC00156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lesson of the day : What is the opposite of IN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S1glx9l0C-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/HO0UYRXUFDA/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S1glx9l0C-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/HO0UYRXUFDA/s320/DSC00150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Big clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, with each flicker of the candles on the cake, we know it's not to be, that for the rest of our sad, wretched pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably; happy birthday? No such thing.” - Jerry Seinfeld&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/2376393154813752331-1982684822605741756?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/1982684822605741756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-joanne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/1982684822605741756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/1982684822605741756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-joanne.html' title='Jan Joanne'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S1gkXIsFfoI/AAAAAAAAADs/s7tmBpmYeJ0/s72-c/DSC00156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-8291833835076718321</id><published>2010-01-19T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:03:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost My Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where oh where are my senses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My perception is off dropping all of&amp;nbsp;my defenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Against&amp;nbsp;being clear-headed and gaining some sagacity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am inflated full of vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;January 19 is the 19th day of the year in the Gregorian calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At least, I&amp;nbsp;didn't lose&amp;nbsp;my sense of the date today, after rechecking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-8291833835076718321?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8291833835076718321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lost-my-senses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8291833835076718321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8291833835076718321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lost-my-senses.html' title='I Lost My Senses'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-45782842793987347</id><published>2010-01-04T18:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:04:22.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is a better New Year's Eve post. That's why&amp;nbsp;I titled this post instead of the previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Roads in some parts of the city were closed. You can see people walking everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0cs6bsUI/AAAAAAAAACU/3YkxXHPjSV8/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0cs6bsUI/AAAAAAAAACU/3YkxXHPjSV8/s320/DSC00009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were waiting for countdown at a crossjunction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0iFqnoBI/AAAAAAAAACk/dYB1p2BIjMQ/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0iFqnoBI/AAAAAAAAACk/dYB1p2BIjMQ/s200/DSC00174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0jVSgkKI/AAAAAAAAACs/qTnusqEn2_o/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0jVSgkKI/AAAAAAAAACs/qTnusqEn2_o/s200/DSC00175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0ml3uNTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RIiGwFxh8jQ/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0ml3uNTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RIiGwFxh8jQ/s200/DSC00178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0k0T_LKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/38uJDj4facA/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0k0T_LKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/38uJDj4facA/s200/DSC00177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A balloon freed into the sky. I was watching it float happily up until it looked like a tiny dot in the dark sky. Then I noticed a couple nearby also had their heads up. Watching people watching the world is my favourite thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you spot it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0pACzLHI/AAAAAAAAADM/IOrxsDsmvnM/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0pACzLHI/AAAAAAAAADM/IOrxsDsmvnM/s320/DSC00180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People were spraying artificial snow on each other&amp;nbsp;the whole night. Those who weren't tried to get out of the way hoping to stay clean. A couple of times they turned it into a massive fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0q51dNlI/AAAAAAAAADU/UUQDPYO7D1E/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0q51dNlI/AAAAAAAAADU/UUQDPYO7D1E/s320/DSC00182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After the countdown and fireworks ended well past midnight, people were still partying out&amp;nbsp;on the roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0gQA8V0I/AAAAAAAAACc/e3jrlDpaLNk/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0gQA8V0I/AAAAAAAAACc/e3jrlDpaLNk/s320/DSC00166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up this morning and said to myself, "Oh! Today's the first day of school. What am I doing in bed still?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nah. I've taken my SPM examination last year. I'm done with secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then I thought, "Today's the day NS starts for first batch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nah. I got a 'minta maaf'. Remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm free to go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Welcome 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-45782842793987347?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/45782842793987347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/45782842793987347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/45782842793987347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/S0G0cs6bsUI/AAAAAAAAACU/3YkxXHPjSV8/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-1849505064070436103</id><published>2010-01-04T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:04:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On the night of New Year's Eve, I was walking around the city of Kuala Lumpur (KL) with my family. I may not have known it myself&amp;nbsp;but I sometimes have a childish&amp;nbsp;fantasy&amp;nbsp;that people in general are virtuous, maybe even a tiny bit. What&amp;nbsp;someone has done for me to live in sorrow proves me to be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I stepped out one of the malls in the&amp;nbsp;busy city and joined the hoo-ha outside getting ready to welcome the new year just&amp;nbsp;a few hours away, I was&amp;nbsp;temporarily separated from my family, lost amid the crowd.&amp;nbsp;I thought I felt someone opening the zip of my bag which&amp;nbsp;I carry behind me but I wasn't sure. I slowly turned my head around, my hand reaching to confirm my thought. Lo and behold, it was open. I gave a quick check to the contents of the bag and found the camera to be missing. At first, I didn't believe it, or I didn't want to believe it. I double-checked but it was of no use. The cam is beyond doubt gone. No way I would ever get it back to my possesion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My heart was cussing. After some time, I cooled down feeling an iota of pity for the pathetic dude (or could be a woman. I think a she was behind me at the time I was sandwiched between strangers.) I pity him for lacking love for another being by making a choice to take away a person's belonging which happens to be a favourite and also costly. It may not worth much to some of you but it is to us poorly financed. Most especially to my mum being the biggest worrier in the family. She was full of ifs, if only I had carried my bag in front of me, if my brother had been walking right behind me, if I had&amp;nbsp;handed the cam to my dad to hold earlier. My dad is the opposite of my mum. He had just accepted the situation as it had happened because it was knowingly well we could not do anything about it and could not&amp;nbsp;deny the fact that what had happened had already happened. We should just let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, now I can only take photographs&amp;nbsp;using my camera phone.&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/2376393154813752331-1849505064070436103?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/1849505064070436103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-night-of-new-years-eve-i-was-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/1849505064070436103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/1849505064070436103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-night-of-new-years-eve-i-was-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-2321951536514159275</id><published>2009-12-30T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:03:02.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Refreshed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What a bummer. I have been wanting to blog since days but now that I finally get to it, I lost all inspiration and ideas to spit out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perhaps I shall tell about the freshness I'm in to right now. Check out &lt;a href="http://freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freshness Factor Five Thousand&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I won't elaborate more. Imma get myself more freshness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy New Year's Eve's Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-2321951536514159275?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/2321951536514159275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-refreshed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/2321951536514159275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/2321951536514159275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-refreshed.html' title='I Am Refreshed'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-934966128025131193</id><published>2009-12-12T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:42:31.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is the 12th of December, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's been exactly one year since my last post in this blog that I've abandoned on purpose as I know I won't have the time and convinience to blog for the year. Oh scratch that. I've just checked and it's actually another week to go to be one year. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I don't really have anything else to tell. I just wanted to tell one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today is the 12th of December, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-934966128025131193?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/934966128025131193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-year-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/934966128025131193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/934966128025131193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-year-later.html' title='1 Year Later...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-6470248981405654619</id><published>2008-12-19T23:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:45:36.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Watched This Fantastic Movie The Other Day That I Watched Once Last Time on The TV and Have Wanted to Watch It Again But Couldn't until I Did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I've forgotten about the movie, but I remember I liked it and wanted to watch it again. I'm glad I have the DVD now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-6470248981405654619?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6470248981405654619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-this-fantastic-movie-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6470248981405654619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6470248981405654619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-this-fantastic-movie-other.html' title='I Watched This Fantastic Movie The Other Day That I Watched Once Last Time on The TV and Have Wanted to Watch It Again But Couldn&apos;t until I Did!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-5076086954631679317</id><published>2008-12-19T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:23:01.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Kinda Avoiding, and Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so sorry, guys. My mind was wrong. My thinking was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll try not to do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A couple of times when I was chatting in msn this month the connection got lost, just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I know you're not aware, but I didn't say I don't hate you, although you might not know who you are whom I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-5076086954631679317?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5076086954631679317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/12/was-kinda-avoiding-and-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5076086954631679317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5076086954631679317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/12/was-kinda-avoiding-and-still.html' title='Was Kinda Avoiding, and Still'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-8083299855064098292</id><published>2008-12-04T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:10:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/STdz6_zGKVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IRQSv_Yr76E/s1600-h/Recovered+Autosave.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/STdz6_zGKVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IRQSv_Yr76E/s400/Recovered+Autosave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-8083299855064098292?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8083299855064098292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/12/sandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8083299855064098292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8083299855064098292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/12/sandra.html' title='Sandra'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/STdz6_zGKVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IRQSv_Yr76E/s72-c/Recovered+Autosave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-1778218652219437162</id><published>2008-11-27T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:10:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Didn't Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling crappy. I feel crappy everytime I online for some certain reasons that you don't even bother to know and I'm just stating it here to fulfil my satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's one reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got nothing interesting to blog about. &lt;s&gt;(Not that anyone care, I know that for a fact.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry, that was my crappiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's another reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel crappy again thinking about some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's another reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got envy in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's another reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't do anything to make myself feel uncrappy so I'm crappy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's another reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, enough of it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-1778218652219437162?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/1778218652219437162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-dont-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/1778218652219437162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/1778218652219437162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-dont-update.html' title='Why I Didn&apos;t Update'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-5260210106082931984</id><published>2008-11-23T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:37:54.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candid Shots of 4 Bestari Class Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/STeEaThvDUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9RXGxjV0tes/s1600-h/ClassParty-BktTinggi-SandraModel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275831075941059906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/STeEaThvDUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9RXGxjV0tes/s400/ClassParty-BktTinggi-SandraModel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-5260210106082931984?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5260210106082931984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/candid-shots-of-4-bestari-class-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5260210106082931984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5260210106082931984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/candid-shots-of-4-bestari-class-party.html' title='Candid Shots of 4 Bestari Class Party'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/STeEaThvDUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9RXGxjV0tes/s72-c/ClassParty-BktTinggi-SandraModel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-3434577045446048719</id><published>2008-11-18T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:29:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12-18 November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 12 November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class party at Court 10 from 7.00 till 11.00p.m. Went home wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 13 November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skipped school. Really no reason to go anyway. School's ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That night, slept at around 2.45a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 14 November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woke up at 6.30a.m. to go to school. What a good girl I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nah. Thought I had some stuff I had to do, but actually, was pretty useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School was practically empty. There were only two classes all the students put together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got some textbooks for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spent the day with alia and syahirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Think around 10 something, we sneaked out of school. No, we didn't do that. We marched right out of school. Not that anyone cared anyway. We walked to yeeing's house, which was pretty far. We reached there and she just woke up (Haha). Found out the reason she didn't online (Yeah. No way she wouldn't online.) Went out for breakfast, then walked back to her house again. Walked back to school at around the time school ended and got a ride back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did a lot of walking that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Slept at 1.30a.m. that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 15 November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3.15a.m., slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 16 November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Missed Friends. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 17 November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got Sandra to be my model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2.00a.m., should be asleep. But, no, I wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 18 November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still got people saying they're bored to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They're hungry too, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-3434577045446048719?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/3434577045446048719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-18-november-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3434577045446048719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3434577045446048719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-18-november-2008.html' title='12-18 November 2008'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-3718873910293826225</id><published>2008-11-11T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:33:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't plan to put in a new post today. But, I've just type out some stuff to post in my space, instead, and I'm still having trouble to do so for the second time. Dang. So much for service to be temporarily unavailable and asking me to try again later. It's been days since I last tried and failed. I try again today and I fail again. You could've told me earlier so I wouldn't waste my time typing out all that, even though it's not much. Now that I've wasted my time, I'm just gonna go ahead and post it here. The original title is as titled above. The original entry is as below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you're bored now, well... I'm boreder than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tried to post an entry the other day but didn't succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is especially boring today (even though I'm having some peace).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something's wrong with the Internet Explorer so I can't do much on the internet thus making it extra boringer. (I suspect it is spoiled by my brother when he played some sort of game in the comp. Dang.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The comp is lagging 'cause I'm trying to listen to some music on Windows Media Player, so I'm taking extra time with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just asked a 2-year-old baby sitting behind me to say something and she sang "Low" for me. Yes, the song by Flo Rida ft. T-Pain. She starts with the humming in the beginning then she goes 'jean jeans... boots... fur...' (she says 'pur' instead) and then she goes 'low low low low...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's 6p.m. already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh my goodness. Somebody was shouting outside. I think a mother was scolding and beating a child. I might be wrong but it sounded like it, and it sounded serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I'm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-3718873910293826225?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/3718873910293826225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3718873910293826225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3718873910293826225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring-facts.html' title='Boring Facts'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-3202921607783554965</id><published>2008-11-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:54:24.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been to this Create Post page for a few times already for the past hour and I still could not think of anything funny/cool/smart things to blog about. Man, I really suck at this. I have this dumb obsession of wanting everything to be right, like some kind of OCD? I won't say the examples here, or I might scare away the visitors I have to my blog. I may sound like a sick weirdo. No wait, I already sound like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh my gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I remember having this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is when I get paranoid, have really low self-confidence, write out depressing sentences, and suck at everything I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know you don't get me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-3202921607783554965?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/3202921607783554965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-disorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3202921607783554965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3202921607783554965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-disorder.html' title='My Disorder'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-2038265908737989994</id><published>2008-11-10T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:34:41.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School on Monday, Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today when I arrived in school, it was freakishly scary 'cause the school compound was really quiet, as if no one was in school. Then as I walked nearer to the assembly ground, I saw all the students already lined up by their classes. I was late to school again as usual. Haha. So, thank God, there were some students. There were only about a quarter or less than that of morning session students today, I'd estimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I forgot the reason why I went to school today. But, it's okay, like whatever, 'cause I had went and am already back. Oh, by the way, I came back home earlier today. Haha. Like stupid whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And now, I'm gonna have my dinner soon, so I better stop this before I'm late for dinner. I'm actually hungry already. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Awww... I wanted to write a great story. I failed, again. But, anyway, like, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-2038265908737989994?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/2038265908737989994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-on-monday-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/2038265908737989994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/2038265908737989994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-on-monday-today.html' title='School on Monday, Today'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-9182986501249240082</id><published>2008-11-09T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:07:21.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful... and L-A-M-E Lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/SRbO36FnmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Akcr2u36Iok/s1600-h/P1010533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266624274137324194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/SRbO36FnmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Akcr2u36Iok/s320/P1010533.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The above is a beautiful picture of &lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;nabila&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;elly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Check out their beautiful smiles and lovely dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was taken at shikin's open house by nabila's cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I just found this in my comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm so pathetic. I got nothing else to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I better stop before I type out anymore pathetic stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm so lame. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm the best at being lame. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You can't be lamer than me. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know, it's not funny at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My back seriously needs a massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-9182986501249240082?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/9182986501249240082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-and-l-m-e-lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/9182986501249240082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/9182986501249240082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-and-l-m-e-lame.html' title='Beautiful... and L-A-M-E Lame'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbFs4uROoCY/SRbO36FnmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Akcr2u36Iok/s72-c/P1010533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-3035100862258000090</id><published>2008-11-08T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:45:36.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Yeeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you'll be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope so. Alia, stay here okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a cuddler?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something happen today that made you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not quite really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing before this survey?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting in msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you at 3:02 AM this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't remember. In bed sleeping, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How has this past week been for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Crazy. Fun. Bad. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;You don't really wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a reason for your MySpace song(s)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No song, but I'd say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate the last guy you were talking to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever seen your best friend cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to call you babe/baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No one. No, I don't remember. I don't know. Alia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Like I know. Okay, 9.50a.m., I think. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get along better with guys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girls. Depends also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wanted yummy food. Now, I want ... world peace, and extinction of starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you currently looking forward to anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever wished for something and it came true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you regret anything about your past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. I'm learning not to. But, yeah, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you find it in your heart to forgive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you there for your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are my friends there for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you're old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is on your mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you currently hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a friend walks out of your life, do you go after them or let them go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does the person you like, like you back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you sat next to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can't remember. Not gonna crack my head thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last guy you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Father is a father. Brother is a brother. Caden is a small kid. So, guy-KhengYu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How late did you stay up last night, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not sure, but to listen to music, of course. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose bed besides your own did you sleep in last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My ex-husband's. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 persons to tag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-3035100862258000090?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/3035100862258000090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-yeeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3035100862258000090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/3035100862258000090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-yeeing.html' title='Tagged by Yeeing'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-4426320986974808381</id><published>2008-11-06T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:04:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Dang Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The very day after my ever-so-fun final term exam turned out to be bad and boring and bad. So here goes nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I give my love to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-4426320986974808381?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/4426320986974808381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-dang-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/4426320986974808381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/4426320986974808381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-dang-day.html' title='This Dang Day'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-7570605035429488453</id><published>2008-10-31T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:24:03.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cool' Weather / Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was really cool today. In fact, cooler than yesterday and the day before... Everyone was really having fun in school for the Form 5s graduation. Well, so, we don't have to sit for exams today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I went to school just because I wanted to get my Bio and Chem work done to be passed up. And, so, a few friends and I did our work. We moved from the assembly ground to the canteen as there has tables. And, you know, the process of getting it done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No! I can't stand it! That was so not true and you guys knew that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The weather was unsurprisingly so freaking &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as in a very &lt;strong&gt;high degree&lt;/strong&gt; of temperature. Everyone was sweating like mad cows, gasping in deeply for air like we're starving of oxygen lacking in the atmosphere and longing hard for a cool breeze which disappointingly never came. (At least, I was.) My friends were in a &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; mood, I know. So bad they made me feel bad though I was trying hard not to be. All I wanted was to be home. Then, I ended up home later than 12.30p.m., though I think we're allowed to go home much earlier than that as Form 5s were partying... Blah whatever... like blablabla. (Pardon me.) Blablabla whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you think the weather isn't very hot and the temperature is normal, give yourself a smack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-7570605035429488453?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/7570605035429488453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-weather-graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7570605035429488453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7570605035429488453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-weather-graduation-day.html' title='&apos;Cool&apos; Weather / Graduation Day'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-7835119828066233810</id><published>2008-10-31T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:51:07.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I went to KLCC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so I went there to watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, it was like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah... Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm... Haha... Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Err... Hmm... Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm... Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha... Sweat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sweat... Sweat... Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah right haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm really sorry I didn't invite some of you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-7835119828066233810?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/7835119828066233810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-went-to-klcc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7835119828066233810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7835119828066233810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-went-to-klcc.html' title='So I went to KLCC...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-5238979525300636174</id><published>2008-10-20T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:35:09.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, final term exam started last Thursday. I know it's gruelling, but it's also fun watching them, the class I mean. Their antics, man, I can admire the nature of people. I spend quite a lot of time during exam just watching the people in my class, mostly because I sit at the back of the class so I can see practically everyone, and also because I don't know how to answer the questions. That's how I spend my time in exam and I have entertainment just watching khengyu's antic. I mean, you guys, look at him, and tell me am I not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. Enough of stupid rubbish. Please take note that sometimes I don't realise what I'm mumbling about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I went to alia's open house last Saturday. There was a lot of people at her house. Man I've not had so much fun in a long time! I really feel like 'lepak'-ing again. Okay. Basically, I did nothing really. I was just hanging around near them guys and that's fine enough, I mean fun enough, fine enough, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'd like to cancel the whole paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, since I don't know how to do it, I'll leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.yeeeing.blogspot.com/"&gt;yeeing&lt;/a&gt;'s version of alia's open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-5238979525300636174?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5238979525300636174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5238979525300636174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5238979525300636174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-6532119983440536710</id><published>2008-10-12T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:59:51.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Up For 1.5 Days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming October 17, 2008 the sun will rise continuously for 36 hrs (1.5 days). During this time the US countries will be dark for 1.5 days. It will convert 3 days into 2 big days. It will happen once in 2400 yrs. We're very lucky to see this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How about that. We're gonna have daylight for 1.5 days straight. Okay I don't know if it's true or not. Whaddya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-6532119983440536710?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6532119983440536710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun-up-for-15-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6532119983440536710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/6532119983440536710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun-up-for-15-days.html' title='Sun Up For 1.5 Days?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-7256267706745922255</id><published>2008-10-10T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:54:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My eyesight is deteriorating from bad to worse. Oh no... I've been sitting in front of the monitor for almost the whole afternoon. So much for studying hard for exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I wanted to post a story about a green bean fight in class yesterday, but now I feel kinda lazy, you know, and the story seems like out-dated already. It was good laugh though.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just managed to add a cbox in my blog (just like you ask for, yeeing. but I know you won't use it much. -.-), after failing to do so last night. Oh yeah, now I remember I gotta link her. Aih, yeeing, why always ask me to link you. I read your blog, you know, but do you read mine? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bleh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg I'm chatting with a person in msn who thinks I'm rude to her wtf but she is the one being rude to me wtf. And she is calling me names now. Wtf. She made me waste my time and now I don't have mood to blog already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-7256267706745922255?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/7256267706745922255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/bleh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7256267706745922255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/7256267706745922255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-8545577504090670322</id><published>2008-10-06T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:38:56.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Shouldn't Go to School Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shouldn't complain so much. But basically, all the typical reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-8545577504090670322?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8545577504090670322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-shouldnt-go-to-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8545577504090670322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8545577504090670322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-shouldnt-go-to-school-today.html' title='Why I Shouldn&apos;t Go to School Today'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-5898654402435916348</id><published>2008-10-05T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:39:54.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did Folio Work in a Fast Food Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before that I was watching my tv show at home (Okay, you guys?). I was late, and I'm sorry, but if I had went earlier I would've disturb &lt;a href="http://www.yeeeing.blogspot.com/"&gt;yeeing&lt;/a&gt;'s and khengyu's time together, so I'm not sorry. Plus, Jevan was also late, so he's also wrong. Haha... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I didn't talk much 'cause I felt like somewhat tired to talk and just wanted to listen to music at the time. So, I concentrated on my moral folio work. I still don't understand why they can't turn on the music in the restaurant without me having to strain my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Btw, this blog is created on October 1 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just wanna mention that. For nothing, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-5898654402435916348?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5898654402435916348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-folio-work-in-fast-food.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5898654402435916348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/5898654402435916348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-folio-work-in-fast-food.html' title='I Did Folio Work in a Fast Food Restaurant'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376393154813752331.post-8676027662926839706</id><published>2008-10-03T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:02:09.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a blog in blogspot once. I don't know what happened to it, though. Maybe I deleted it. I don't know. Haha... Who cares? It's lost, forgotten. Most probably dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, say hello to my newly created blog. This is gonna be more special. Why? 'Cause it's got this simple layout with the fonts and colours and all edited by me. Okay I know that it's nothing great. Just giving myself a lil credit for the work I've done and for the time I've taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, I should mention, the layout is temporary, and so is the title "Joey". I care about these little things too, you know, 'cause I'm very picky. So, please accept me for the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nah, I think they're gonna stick around for some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376393154813752331-8676027662926839706?l=jo-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8676027662926839706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8676027662926839706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376393154813752331/posts/default/8676027662926839706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-ism.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265932561423539727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
