<?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-18735849</id><updated>2012-02-18T15:02:14.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~LiF3~ is ever a dream</title><subtitle type='html'>You have hope once you dream for it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>487</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-6708539780317225787</id><published>2010-12-13T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:20:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 22nd Birthday =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9th of Dec 2010 -- my 22nd birthday!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And how did I celebrated it this year? Not only my parents and sis came all the way to KL to have an early bday celebration with me on Sunday, eating out at&amp;nbsp;a Korean restaurant and also let me blow the candle off standing on top of a corn cupcake made specially by mum =)&amp;nbsp; And also its a joint celebration actually, as mum's bday is just 5 days earlier than mine. I already have my bday present one month back, which is a Yonex Carbonex 7000 Plus badminton racquet which I actually have used it in the Intervarsity Games (though didn't win any medals due to lack of technique and lack of time to practise as well =p).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But that's not all!! I have the best birthday present ever in this 22 years! My parents finally got to meet Michael, although it might have just a simple "hello" between them when Michael helped me to put my stuffs into the car when they came on Sunday, but its satisfactory enough. Plus mum told me on the phone one day that she's not going to object against us being together, but just I've to be careful enough and make a wise choice so that I won't get hurt in the end. While dad, hm, I guess he approved heartily since he's been teasing me about it every time we're on the phone. And starting from that day since they met onwards, every single day when mum called me she'll start asking me about Michael. Lols. About eveyrthing. I'm happy enough to get their blessings though I didn't really tell them clearly that we're really official as couples&amp;nbsp;already. *giggles*&amp;nbsp;Just keep it like that would be enough. Not until I finally make good results for my parents to realise that my studies would not affected and they'll approve him more. *BIG smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As for Michael, we didn't celebrate my bday on that very day coz' we had a busy day with classes from morning till afternoon, plus we're also having a farewell party for one of our lecturers at night. So we put that till the next day where he treated me to dinner at Secret Recipe and also brought home 2 lovely cakes which we were trying for the first time! Now I'm in love with Cheese Choc!!! ^^&amp;nbsp; And now I'm still waiting for my bday present from him. Lols. But he needs time to think of what to buy. Plus we're always together like 24hours, so he can't possibly go off somewhere to buy without me sticking around with him. Lols. Still waiting~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Am going back this Saturday for my 2weeks break. =)&amp;nbsp;Then by the time I come back to uni, it'll be next year 2011 already. Since the end of the year 2010 is coming soon, I sure hope that whatever bad that happened this year would be changed to a better year in the upcoming year. I'm sure to looking forward to that. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;p.s: Ernie, are you happy for me? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-6708539780317225787?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/6708539780317225787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=6708539780317225787&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6708539780317225787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6708539780317225787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweet-22nd-birthday.html' title='Sweet 22nd Birthday =)'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-241873697197428692</id><published>2010-11-03T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:55:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Rest In Peace Queenie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning at 10am, I got a call from mum telling me that one of our dogs, a female German Shepherd has passed away due to sickness and also old age. We were both pouring with tears when mum told me the news. But I know that dad will be the most sad person to lose her, coz he's the one looking after her since the day she arrived at our house. I still remember the day when we went to choose her out of her siblings, and the day when we finally fetch her back to our house. Named her "Queenie" after the previous male German Shepherd who also died of sickness and age is named "King". From young to being an adult, she's always the playful one. And she adores me, always loves to pounce onto me whenever she wants me to give her a stroke. This news really came as a shock coz I never expected it. She was still looking healthy the last time I went back, not knowing that she has grown weaker during this period I didn't go back home coz her illness has worsen.&amp;nbsp;Lucky enough&amp;nbsp;I still have someone in Brunei to call me where I can just cry and tell him&amp;nbsp;everything on the phone, while listening to his soothing voice. Thanks alot dear for the call~&amp;nbsp; Proves my telepathy has really improved, faster and can transmit signals to a longer distance, even across the sea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to her nicely. Sigh..I'll&amp;nbsp;sooo going to&amp;nbsp;miss her. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-241873697197428692?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/241873697197428692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=241873697197428692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/241873697197428692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/241873697197428692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/11/rest-in-peace-queenie-today-morning-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5477392622620250045</id><published>2010-11-03T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:06:29.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't trust them.... then your Rosie Red Relationship will never last!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Trust is one of the most important things in a relationship. I'm sure you've heard that before... but so many people that I have seen in my clinic are in a relationship with a person that they don't trust as far as they could throw! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You want to be in a relationship that is red and pink with love, white with calmness and peace and yellow with happiness and fun. What you DO NOT want is to be blue with sadness, green with jealousy when they talk to another person or black and low because your don't trust your partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The word trust can cover so many different areas in a relationship - from infidelity to just keeping your word on the little things.... because you know sometimes it is just the little white lies that can cause huge trust issues between partners.... Because if they didn't tell you the truth about something small and insignificant... then that can cause the subconscious mind to wonder what else they might not have been honest about... and when a person starts to question and their level of trust is jeopardized... then the relationship can get into rocky ground!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There are many many different reasons why you may have trust issues in your relationship.... It could be that your partner has a dodgy past record when it comes to trust and you are worried that if they can do it to someone else - they could do it to you too!! Or maybe they weren't totally trust worthy at some point in your relationship before - and although they say they have turned over a new leaf - you still have that little niggle of trust worry in your subconscious mind... which can be physically felt as a fear in your belly. Alternatively, it could just be your gut feeling or intuition that makes you worry about how honest and trustworthy they are in the relationship.... You see, there are so many ways that a lack of trust can enter into a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever thought about the option that maybe they are in fact trustworthy and its you that has the trust problem?! It could be because you have been hurt in the past by being lied or cheated on.... And because of that, you have difficulty in trusting your new partner. Now... if that's the case - you really need to take a step back and reevaluate your thoughts and actions before your good relationship goes down the swanny! If your new partner has no reason not to be trusted and they are getting the brunt of your trust issues due to your previous relationship or maybe even family issues... then perhaps its something you need to look at more closely and deal with before Mr or Ms new-relationship-person, feels un-trusted, questioned and eventually unloved for no good reason of their own. Its not fair, and I'm sure you wouldn't like to be treated a certain way because of something there Ex partner had done?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Think about it for a moment - and I mean really think about it.... I'm sure that deep down inside your mind you know whether it is your own personal trust issues from your own past experiences or whether it is them that is causing the breakdown of trust in your current relationship? Its very very important to be honest with yourself in this case - because if it is stemming from you, and your partner really isn't the cause of the mistrust issues in the relationship - then its something you have to deal with as soon as possible before you loose them, and if that happens... whoever or whatever caused you to feel these trust problems originally... will STILL be in control of your life and how you feel. You need to be in control of your self and current life situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Trust. The key to a successful relationship. If you have any niggle issues with trust in your relationship... talk them out. Sit down and have a real conversation and let your partner know and understand how you are feeling. If your feelings are justified and the person you are with is truly not trustworthy, if you have caught them lying or cheating on you - get out of the relationship - because baby... it ain't ever gonna work without full and complete trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The bottom line is - if you don't have an even level of trust between each other - neither of you will ever be happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5477392622620250045?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5477392622620250045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5477392622620250045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5477392622620250045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5477392622620250045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-dont-trust-them-then-your-rosie.html' title='If you don&apos;t trust them.... then your Rosie Red Relationship will never last!!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-242781720910070825</id><published>2010-11-01T05:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:44:16.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthstone 生辰石</title><content type='html'>生辰石据说同圣经中的十二基石、胸甲十二颗宝石、伊斯兰的十二天使和天体十二宫的传说有关。久而久之，已成为一种佩戴诞生月宝石的习俗。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;九月生辰石：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;蓝宝石&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;（Sapphire）&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;蓝宝石——六方晶系 硬度：9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;蓝宝石是刚玉的一种，而那些具有宝石特性的非红色刚玉都是蓝宝石，所以它会展现多种色调，但以清澈的深蓝色宝石最为珍贵。自中世纪以来，它便象征天国的宁静，可使佩戴者平静，亲善，并能抑制邪恶不洁的意念。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;代表星座：&lt;strong&gt;天秤座&lt;/strong&gt;（9月23日～10月23日）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;十一月生辰石：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;托帕石&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;（Topaz）&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;托帕石——斜方晶系 ；硬度： 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;托帕石又名黄玉。有各种颜色的品种以黄色及粉红色最贵重，还有蓝色和绿色的品种。[黄玉]这个名称源自梵语的[tapus]，意思是火彩。传说将黄玉镶在金子中，然后戴在颈项上，便可驱除凶兆，治疗弱视并平息怒气。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;代表星座：&lt;strong&gt;射手座&lt;/strong&gt;（11月23日～12月21日）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some gemstones are more identifiable than others, topaz and sapphire share many physical characteristics that make them difficult for the untrained eye to tell apart. Their similarities in color varieties, hardness and luster are comparable, but there are also individual qualities of each stone that distinguish them from one another. With a few observations and tests, it's possible to tell the difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Identification&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Examine the color of the stone. Topaz varieties occur most commonly in golden brown to yellow tones but also in orange, red, blue, green and pink. The most popular sapphire variety is the blue sapphire, but it can occur in almost any color (except red, which is classified as a ruby.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Observe the lustre, or shine, of the gemstone. Sapphires can have a slightly higher lustre as the result of a higher refractive index, but because the two are so similar it would be best to use a refractometer to measure these qualities. A refractometer measures the amount of light that is bent when passing through a material. A topaz has a refractive index of approximately 1.61-1.64, while a sapphire measures around 1.76-1.78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Test the hardness of the stone. There are testing kits that examine the hardness of the stone on the Mohs scale, which is used by gemologists. The scale ranges from 1 (talc) to 10 (diamond). A topaz ranks at an 8 on the Mohs, while sapphire is a 9. The kit will usually come with different specimens or minerals that are used to scratch the gemstone, which will allow you to identify where the gemstone lies on the hardness scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Consult a professional jeweler or gemologist. If you're still in doubt after these tests and observations, find a reliable and qualified professional to examine your stone. There can be a great difference in value between topaz and sapphire gemstones, so it's important to find out before you consider buying or selling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-242781720910070825?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://baike.baidu.com/view/403882.html?reforce=%CA%AE%B6%FE%D4%C2%C9%FA%B3%BD%CA%AF&amp;hold=synstd' title='Birthstone 生辰石'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/242781720910070825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=242781720910070825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/242781720910070825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/242781720910070825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthstone.html' title='Birthstone 生辰石'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4211031522194406696</id><published>2010-11-01T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:03:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My back-to-single week. Lovely? Not really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Its Deepavali one-week holiday for us medic students. But unlike others, I chose to stay back here in hostel, even though Mic also went back to Brunei. Oh well, more time spent on my own then, doing things that I like, with more freedom I should say. But sure ain't that fun knowing that I'm no longer alone, not superficially but as I have Mic always there in my heart. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now insomnia again. But this is intentionally. Purposely made myself pure black coffee with no sugar and no creamer to make myself awake whole night. Studying bits here and there while watching movies when I don't feel like it. Roomie's not around too. And the trip to the library tomorrow morning as planned? I kind of doubt it that I would be able to wake up early and move my butt all the way to the library (although its just down the hill). May want to delay it&amp;nbsp;I guess. But then, despite all those lame excuses, guess I just need more perseverance. Would like to brush up my 1st year stuffs as well as promised to myself before the holiday starts. Wouldn't want to leave it till last minute. Procrastination should not dominate over all. My brain wouldn't be able to function well by then with the amount of words I need to put in. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss that guy who is over thousand of miles away from me. Across the sea. But love is not measured by distance as&amp;nbsp;everyone quoted.&amp;nbsp;And I truly believe that quotation. =)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Phone calls, no. But&amp;nbsp;there're always emails, which is why I should be thankful we have the creation of Internet, used to connect each other no matter how far they are apart. =)&amp;nbsp; I'm just looking forward to&amp;nbsp;Saturday, where he'll be back and will then&amp;nbsp;be appearing&amp;nbsp;within my sight.&amp;nbsp;*BIG smileys*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just miss him sooooo much~&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-4211031522194406696?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/4211031522194406696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=4211031522194406696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4211031522194406696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4211031522194406696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-back-to-single-week-lovely-not.html' title='My back-to-single week. 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Not really.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-6343597485851157881</id><published>2010-10-24T08:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:22:22.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BELIEVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That just because two people argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It doesn't mean they don't love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And just because they don't argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It doesn't mean they do love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That we don't have to change friends if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We understand that friends change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;That no matter how good a friend is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;They're going to hurt you every once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;and you must forgive them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That true friendship continues to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;even over the longest distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Same goes for true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That you can do something in an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That will give you heartache for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That it's taking me a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To become the person I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That you should always leave loved ones with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Loving words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It may be the last time you see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That you can keep going long after you think you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That we are responsible for what we do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;no matter how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That either you control your attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;or it controls you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;to be done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;regardless of the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That sometimes when I'm angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I have the right to be angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That it isn't always enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;to be forgiven by others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That no matter how bad your heart is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That our background and circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;may have influenced who we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But, we are responsible for who we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That you shouldn't be so eager to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Out a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It could change your life Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Two people can look at the exact same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Thing and see something totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That your life can be changed in a matter of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That even when you think you have no more to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When a friend cries out to you -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;you will find the strength to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That credentials on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;do not make you a decent human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That the people you care about most in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;are taken from you too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That the happiest of people don't necessarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;have the best of everything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;They just make the most of everything they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-6343597485851157881?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/6343597485851157881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=6343597485851157881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6343597485851157881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6343597485851157881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-believe.html' title='I BELIEVE'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4580950678240467465</id><published>2010-10-23T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:02:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When 5 Medic + 1 Biotech people gets crazy together.</title><content type='html'>It was pure random. A badminton playing session between me, Michael, Jee Wei and Jee Hsiung ended up discussing about outing plans to Berjaya Times Square, and maybe also Pavilion on the next day. Planned to have breakfast together at McD before meeting up but everyone just refused to leave the cosy bed and so we only meet up at almost 10, together with Diana and Dwayne for the shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Sungai Wang at T-Bowl Restaurant. Interesting design of toiletries for the tables, with toilet bowls as chairs and even the plates and noodles bowls, and even with showerheads as lamps. Lunch was OK. Then JW, Diana and Dwayne left us for their movie back in Times Square. So the 3 of us were left to shop around for clothes (basically its just them both guys shopping, and I'm the shopping partner) in Parkson. And although empty-handed, we even spent almost half an hour just look for the right entrance to get back to Times Square. Failing to do so led us to go around the corners and even went to the extent of seeing BB Plaza and Lot 10 which is nearby. Lols. Upon returning to Times Square, at the same time, those 3 movie "kaki's" also finished the movie. And we walked around with just one purpose: Find&amp;nbsp;a nice place to sit and rest our sore feet plus something cooling to drink, most importantly something cheap as well.&amp;nbsp;Thus, randomly picked 欢喜地 where only me and Jee Hsiung ordered as others think the drinks are not considered cheap. After that, went down to Cold Storage to buy drinks. We left Times Square after that on LRT, and after that public bus once we reached the KTM station near UCSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that the trip just ended like that. But certainly things ain't as easy as we thought so. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus we hopped on was actually a mistake. We ended up being kicked out of the bus and asked to wait for the other bus that will bring us back. Except for Jee Hsiung who went down earlier due to our different location of homes.&amp;nbsp;Big mistake of ours for being lazy just to walk across the overhead bridge. Hahahahaha. Although&amp;nbsp;we have reached to an agreement of not letting Jee Hsiung know about it, whom we said "bye-bye" happily to when he had to get down the bus earlier, somehow Michael let the cat out of the bag. I can still remember how he laughed at us until his face was reddened. *embarrassing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad to have this bunch of friends where we can hang out together and get crazy over simple, silly things. Lols. Sure do hope we can do this kind of things often. *smiles*&amp;nbsp; I just hate to get back to my previous uni life where I spent the whole day hiding in that snail shell of mine. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-4580950678240467465?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/4580950678240467465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=4580950678240467465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4580950678240467465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4580950678240467465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-5-medic-1-biotech-people-gets.html' title='When 5 Medic + 1 Biotech people gets crazy together.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1405121616170746931</id><published>2010-10-21T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:23:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.10.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today is certainly a "memorable" day for me. Haiz. First for don't know what reason, I have this moody feeling. Again. And it just doesn't leave me. Till just now. Where I resulted crying over the phone with Michael, uncontrollably, till it scares him I guess. Sorry dear for messing your day. Yours went on smoothly as you wished where it has been bothering you for the past few days. While mine comes with a clumsy stumbling down the stairs, where now I get&amp;nbsp;an ugly + extremely painful bruise on my right hip bone on the back with another one on the back of my left ankle part. And the best part is, my clumsiness just have to appear in the library, though I've to be a &lt;em&gt;BIT&lt;/em&gt; thankful that only 2girls downstairs who saw that&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;scene, AND I was&amp;nbsp;wearing a&amp;nbsp;knee-length skirt at that time&amp;nbsp;-.-"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Argh. Hope I'm not falling into the pool of depression. These symptoms showing depression just haunts me. And I'm even starting to worry about March's finals, thanks to the lecturers who constantly reminded me (and other repeat students) about passing it, much more like do-or-die even though I passed my 1st semester examination&amp;nbsp;and yet to them its not enough without extra extra hardwork. Aiks!&amp;nbsp;But a phone call with him with his comforting words kind of pulled me out of that horrifying pool again. And I certainly hope I don't fall into it too often. I hate myself too for being too quiet and start to stressed out over things. That time during the holidays is terrible enough without someone who I can convey to and the only thing I can do is to hide under the blanket forcing myself to sleep and think no more, only to wake up the next day feeling terribly stupid for making myself so stressed and depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Michael's right!&amp;nbsp;I should think and imagine more about the food they'll be serving for the BBQ party! Lols. Sure its nice to think of food. Though not too nice to where all my food supplies are not here with me. =(&amp;nbsp; I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hungry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~ &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1405121616170746931?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1405121616170746931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1405121616170746931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1405121616170746931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1405121616170746931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/10/20102010.html' title='20.10.2010'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2085721694823345571</id><published>2010-10-20T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:56:21.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy - by Secrets In Stereo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSW4WneV7SU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSW4WneV7SU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;next to you&lt;br /&gt;and watch you while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding you &lt;br /&gt;lost inside&lt;br /&gt;every breath you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minute more&lt;br /&gt;a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;it's all the same to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm incomplete&lt;br /&gt;and i need you more&lt;br /&gt;with every breath i breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to let you know&lt;br /&gt;but my words get tangled up&lt;br /&gt;and every time i find that i'm &lt;br /&gt;outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't let this moment go&lt;br /&gt;when you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel the way i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;lately i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2085721694823345571?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2085721694823345571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2085721694823345571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2085721694823345571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2085721694823345571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-by-secrets-in-stereo.html' title='Happy - by Secrets In Stereo'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1918911007159927960</id><published>2010-09-28T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:05:07.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress pressing on my nerves -- SHOO~!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to my mum and to you. I know I should not have showed my bad mood with anger instead. Mum was quite shocked with my loud voice with a hint of irritation over the phone when she called in the afternoon to ask me about my window. And she was complaining about me not knowing and not understanding that they are all actually caring about me. Not that I do not understand, but its just a bad time. And bad mood too. Guess I was also giving him a bad time to be with me for the whole afternoon. No wonder he's more pressurised. It ain't that easy to be not stressed by just asking me not to be stressed. This is sure gonna be worse when the Professional Exam II for Year 2 is here next year's March. @_@ Maybe it might be a good idea if we separate ourselves to study on our own in this pre-exam period. I might get into a tantrum someday when I can't relieve my stress. And I hope the one beside me at that time won't be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough neck and shoulder muscles + insomnia + moody&amp;nbsp;= evidence of stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure to looking forward to next Wed, which is after exam. Then it'll be a great relief for me. And to my nerves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm only contradicting myself. Coz' I can't stand not seeing you even for one second. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1918911007159927960?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1918911007159927960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1918911007159927960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1918911007159927960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1918911007159927960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/stress-pressing-on-my-nerves-shoo.html' title='Stress pressing on my nerves -- SHOO~!!!!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8947826806382288151</id><published>2010-09-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:59:10.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>張芸京 - 愛情選項</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7M4GIfeTR0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7M4GIfeTR0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8947826806382288151?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8947826806382288151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8947826806382288151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8947826806382288151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8947826806382288151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_1531.html' title='張芸京 - 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相反的我'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-500443002232063831</id><published>2010-09-28T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:30:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>有时候。。。</title><content type='html'>有时候，&lt;br /&gt;并不是我不要跟你说话，&lt;br /&gt;也不是没话要跟你说。&lt;br /&gt;只是，&lt;br /&gt;我不想在你的面前戴上面具，&lt;br /&gt;来掩饰我的坏心情。&lt;br /&gt;我并不想把你拖进我坏心情的漩涡里。&lt;br /&gt;所以，&lt;br /&gt;请你理解我的意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不当面跟你说，&lt;br /&gt;却选择与我的电脑说，&lt;br /&gt;因为我认为我比较能通过它来表达自己，&lt;br /&gt;也因为我是个喜欢逃避现实的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只希望在坏心情时，&lt;br /&gt;静静的让我冷静下来并思考，&lt;br /&gt;所以，&lt;br /&gt;只要你一直在我身边陪着我，&lt;br /&gt;即使你一句话也不说，&lt;br /&gt;或者我只当个聆听者，&lt;br /&gt;我已经满足了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-500443002232063831?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/500443002232063831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=500443002232063831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/500443002232063831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/500443002232063831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_28.html' title='有时候。。。'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8830614366556717143</id><published>2010-09-27T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:49:44.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reproduction - DONE. Endocrine - STARTING.</title><content type='html'>I actually slept at 6.45am this morning. And woke up at 9 by my alarm clock. But thought better to sleep more and read more when I wake up later. So was wakened up instead by my dear's sms at 10.20am. Met him up for lunch. And after lunch, I just drilled through my reproductive system physiology and managed to finish it in like..3 hours? Was actually planning to not sleep &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;. But my eyelids just wouldn't let me do so and so climbed onto the bed finally when the sun rays can be seen faraway. Now my eyes are as swollen as panda with huge shadows beneath the eyes. And outside is raining again. Lucky no strong winds, but still my cardboard did a great job preventing rain from drowning my precious books and notes wet. I am so gonna sleep early tonight though I know its impossible to compensate for the loss of sleep. Looking forward to tomorrow where I can get to meet my dear. =) And also for someone to finally come and fix my window. Haiz. And has it dropped off yet? Nope. Still hanging strongly though. Hope nothing will happen till tomorrow le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endocrine. Hoping to finish by tomorrow or day after tomorrow? I've gastrointestinal system to go. And days are coming nearer. Hope the time can just stop and I can finish everything, better still revise once more. Memory's getting worse nowadays. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8830614366556717143?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8830614366556717143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8830614366556717143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8830614366556717143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8830614366556717143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/reproduction-done-endocrine-starting.html' title='Reproduction - DONE. Endocrine - STARTING.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8350452117657418516</id><published>2010-09-27T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:36:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果没有本事爱我一辈子，那就什么都不要开始...</title><content type='html'>如果这只是一个开始，那请永远都不要结束，&lt;br /&gt;有些事情不是说要开始就能开始，&lt;br /&gt;我对你不是玩玩而已，我要的是天长地久，&lt;br /&gt;我知道这要的要求或许很可笑，&lt;br /&gt;但这是我内心深处最真诚的渴望...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许喜欢上一个人并不难，但爱上一个人却不容易，&lt;br /&gt;我的心可以分成很多很多块给我喜欢的人，&lt;br /&gt;我可以对他们很好，但却始终只是友情的界限，&lt;br /&gt;我会对他们有所付出，却不会为他们做出牺牲，&lt;br /&gt;我可以为了你放弃他们，却不能为了他们放弃你,&lt;br /&gt;真正爱上一个人就会懂得什么叫做奋不顾身，&lt;br /&gt;留下两分来爱自己是不可能做得到的，&lt;br /&gt;因为一旦爱上了，理智就不受自己控制了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要的是一段可以手牵手到老的爱情，&lt;br /&gt;我要的是一个只属于我自己的情人，&lt;br /&gt;我不能与人共享，也不会与人共享，&lt;br /&gt;你可以选择我或是她，但不能同时都想要，&lt;br /&gt;要是你爱她，就不要选择我，要是你爱我，&lt;br /&gt;就只能专心爱我一个人,&lt;br /&gt;我的要求听起来是有一点自私，其实不然，&lt;br /&gt;要是你也像我爱你一样地那么爱我，&lt;br /&gt;你也会对我有着同样的要求...&lt;br /&gt;我能做到，难道你就不能吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别承诺得太早，更别答应得太快，&lt;br /&gt;我的要求不难做到却很难坚持，&lt;br /&gt;爱我的时候你可以为了我付出一切，&lt;br /&gt;不爱的时候你可以付出一切来不爱我，&lt;br /&gt;我明白，我知道，所以我选择一个人，&lt;br /&gt;我就是这样地高傲，我就是这么地挑剔，&lt;br /&gt;如果没有这样的爱情，一个人又何妨呢？&lt;br /&gt;如果不能得到最好的，那还不如一个人...还更自由自在... &lt;br /&gt;天才地久确实是些美丽得不切实际，&lt;br /&gt;不是不了解现实有多么地残忍，&lt;br /&gt;而是我始终都相信，&lt;br /&gt;冥冥中一定有一个人是属于我的...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8350452117657418516?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8350452117657418516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8350452117657418516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8350452117657418516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8350452117657418516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_27.html' title='如果没有本事爱我一辈子，那就什么都不要开始...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-9112156975588035299</id><published>2010-09-27T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:29:13.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress = Procrastination?</title><content type='html'>OK. I'm weird. The more stressed I get, the more procrastinating I get. Which means I'll tend to can't concentrate better although keeps on worrying that I can't finish everything on time. Even more stressed thinking of our future and what you have told me today during dinner. Not blaming you though. Its me myself. =S And great! I forgot about how caffeine caused me to get insomnia. @_@ 4.04am. Am blogging to keep myself concentrate more on my studies. And also to keep my fingers busy while memorising important points. I am so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sleepy yet. Guess gonna stay up till the sun appears from the horizon appears outside the &lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; empty space where the window is supposed to be. I'm now accompanied by the darkness outside + the quietness of the hostel + songs that somehow calms me down + notes on reproductive (Yes, I'm still on it! But finishing soon. Then I can sleep. Finally.) Oh, and also accompanied by spells of sneezing just now. Almost wanted to reach out for my medication, whatever it may be just to stop me from it. But thought twice. And luckily I did. Coz' I'm OK now. Haha. I'm gonna appear as a panda these few days. Seriously I think I can only study late at night. A 'no-no' in the afternoons coz' it'll only cause me get more and more sleepy by facing the squiggly words, for no reason. Oh well, as usual. My bad habit, hard to change after so many years. Don't worry, I'll adapt to your early sleeping habits once I don't need to face books anymore. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still like Leo Ku's songs no matter that you dislike Hong Kong people. At least he can sing and his songs are great! Blerkz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-9112156975588035299?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/9112156975588035299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=9112156975588035299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/9112156975588035299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/9112156975588035299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/stress-procrastination.html' title='Stress = Procrastination?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8605140682615264727</id><published>2010-09-27T03:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:38:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does getting into a relationship results in smaller circle of friends?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am thinking too much. Again. Or maybe I was caring for the feelings of the other half of mine too much. I have a feeling of getting more and more further away from my friends. Is that good or bad? I have a feeling that now I'm living more and more only in the circle of me and him. Maybe that was because I spent almost 24hours with him? Hm. Big sorry to Ernie, Fishy, ZW, Huey Leng, Ah Ong, Shan and so many others. I believe I somehow seemed 'Missing In Action' to you guys. Probably you guys have even lost track of how I look like, where I am and what I am doing currently. Especially my gang back in high school. I've not been seeing them for like...I also forgot when was the last time I met up with them. Aiks! Especially ZW, who knew about me more than my own 'ji muis', don't quite dare to contact me since he knows about Michael due to some..erm...previous incident..? Lols. Hm. Maybe I should keep in touch with them more le. I feel like an outcast to them now since even Fishy didn't mention in her FB post that she loves me. =( And I'm so terribly outdated with whatever happened to them. I don't want to lose these hard-to-find friends. And yet I'm not prepared to sacrifice him for them if it means for me to do so. Maybe I was just too selfish. What am I to do? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8605140682615264727?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8605140682615264727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8605140682615264727&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8605140682615264727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8605140682615264727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/does-getting-into-relationship-results.html' title='Does getting into a relationship results in smaller circle of friends?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1293810987733671736</id><published>2010-09-27T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T02:38:40.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another stressful yet duno-what-to-do night. Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Now its already 1.44am. GAH! I'm still stuck in reproductive system here. At least I finished pathology and anatomy. Now in embryology, finishing soon and can go on with physiology. Promised myself to finish everything before I'm allowed to touch my head to the pillow. Just gunned down coffee. Gonna spend the night I guess. And at the same time making myself keep awake by listening to Leo Ku's songs. =D Just pray hard that I won't be wakened up early tomorrow morning by the stupid construction drilling sound on 2nd floor. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also need to pray that my stupid window which currently is hanging down pathetically just by the bottom hinges won't fall down and can wait till Tuesday where the maintenance would (hopefully) come and fix it for me. The top hinges just broke off today this morning when I was trying to close the window before heading off to church. Managed to pull the stupid heavy window up by giving my fingers some scratches and stay in place, just yet. But guess the strong wind + heavy rain somehow caused the window to shifted from the place and dropped down, hanging there. And why do I need to wait till Tues? Coz' our dear Chairman, Dato' Peter Ng's dad passed away and so the school is closed tomorrow as a sign of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-exam days are just no fun. Sigh. All I did for almost 24hours is just to face books + notes. But for mine, and also his future, we both just have to work hard to go through for the remaining 3 and a half years, no matter how difficult these are. Lack of sleep and overusage of brain cells are certainly unavoidable. Aiks! No wonder the doctors I've seen all looked older than their age. Maybe its because of less number of brain cells all spent during the 5years, or more for specialists of studies? =p Oh my..does that mean it'll be the same for me as well? NOooOooo~!!!! Medicine can be fun sometimes, but one thing for certain, it IS killing as well. Wait, I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; medicine. (Articles say you must love something to put more interest in it..lols) Now I'm just looking forward to next Wednesday afternoon and whole Thursday, care-free + stress-free day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exam schedule:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Oct (Mon), 9-11.30am: Written Paper I (Short Answer Question paper)&lt;br /&gt;5th Oct (Tues): OSPE (not sure group A or group B yet)&lt;br /&gt;6th Oct (Wed), 9-11am: Written Paper II (MCQ paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relieving thing is this time's paper is only consists of Year 2 Semester 1 stuffs. Wait till 5 more months later, that will be consisting of both Year 1 and Year 2 stuffs. And also this one doesn't contribute as much as the one in the finals. Best thing is..I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even started on my 1st year's stuffs!!! I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOoooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stressed.!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1293810987733671736?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1293810987733671736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1293810987733671736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1293810987733671736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1293810987733671736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-stressful-yet-duno-what-to-do.html' title='Another stressful yet duno-what-to-do night. Sigh.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8071798790169491264</id><published>2010-09-25T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:01:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>信任</title><content type='html'>我该继续信任他吗？一次又一次的信任与原谅，却换来一次又一次的心痛与忧郁……忧郁着我该不该继续瞒着自己的心相信他……我知道我不该去探他的隐私，但不只一次他瞒着我，真的让我很不安。It does not include only the past, but also the present. 虽然他说他心里只有我一个，但看着他们所聊的事，真的感到有点心酸。在想着，到底我为他做了那么多，是值得的吗？那他对我的又是一片真心吗？还是纯粹只因我为他做太多了，想报答，而且也不敢伤害我吗？真搞不懂他……有点感觉到我其实不怎么了解他了……以为了解却一点也捉摸不到他心里深处的那一角……&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是是我自己多心吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好讨厌这感觉……我该如何是好？=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好怕会失去他~&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/18735849-8071798790169491264?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8071798790169491264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8071798790169491264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8071798790169491264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8071798790169491264'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;漂亮女孩经常不知道该选择哪一个，常常对着月亮在祈祷神来告诉她。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩相信自己的选择，也相信自己一生的选择。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别三&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮女孩有太多的机会，她们喜欢捉弄机会，喜欢短暂的浪漫，来展示她们的与众不同。他们经常告诉追求者“你只是他们中的普通一个”。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩用心去珍惜每一次机会，她们用一颗心来维护这感情持久。她们会用眼神和目光告诉他：“这是我们一生的选择”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别四&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮女孩的追求者每天都在考虑两个问题：一个是“情敌又多了吗？”，一个是“我怎样才能胜出”。通常第一个回答是肯定的，而第二个很多是否定的。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩的追求者只会偶尔想一想：如果她答应我了，我们就去骑自行车环岛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别五&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮女孩的男朋友和她的追求者没有本质的界限，虽然拥着她满是自豪，但每天躺在床上又要打算明天战斗，因为竞争太激烈了，通常这种生活要保持到那披上婚纱那一刻。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩的男朋友虽然没有那种自豪，但是心中很幸福，他默默告诉自己：生活需要平淡，我寻找的是共风雨的爱人，而不是炫耀的商品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别六&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮女孩经常不经意的把男朋友当做奴隶，因为她们觉这是应该的。她们毫不客气的做麦当劳的常客，穿巴黎春天的衣服，那微微翘起的嘴角仿佛告诉男友：“你的女朋友——我是最漂亮的，享用这些是应该的”。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩体贴入微的关心男朋友，因为她们觉得这个世界无论多苦多累，都不是自己一个人走，无论未来多么变换末测，都是两个人共同应付，珍惜他就是珍惜自己的未来。普通女孩偶尔也会奢侈一下，只是让男朋友只记得温馨与可爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别七&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮女孩的爱情充满浪漫，她的心中从未考虑什么是持久的爱情。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩的爱情平淡无奇，她的心中向往浪漫，却更懂得天长地久的珍贵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别八&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮女孩的丈夫都很出色，出色的丈夫身旁有很多比漂亮女孩更漂亮更年轻的女孩，于是，漂亮女孩开始了保卫爱情的战役，因为她们知道当初自己可以吸引丈夫，那么那些女孩同样也可以吸引他。只是在漂亮女孩的心中她开始问自己：“什么是爱情”。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩的丈夫有的很出色，虽然也有出色的女孩围绕在他的周围，但是普通女孩知道：在众多选择中最终选择了自己的丈夫不会背叛自己，因为他懂得爱情不是美丽的外表。普通女孩会对自己说：我知道了爱情的含义了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别九&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮女孩的家庭并不稳定，漂亮女孩的漂亮外表渐渐变老，她在心中有很多疑问：当初我在追求什么，我又获得了什么。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩的家庭很幸福，常常听见自己刚刚懂事的儿女趴在耳边说：妈妈，你是最漂亮的，于是普通女孩笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;区别十&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间过得真快，漂亮女孩与普通女孩没什么区别了，岁月无情的掩盖了漂亮女孩曾经漂亮的外表。或许漂亮女孩终于找到了答案：原来这就是爱情。&lt;br /&gt;普通女孩依旧普通，普通的心在回忆过去，在儿孙满堂时告诉别人，我没有错过珍贵的爱情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说给女孩听…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你是漂亮女孩，&lt;br /&gt;那么请原谅我要说漂亮不等于一切，&lt;br /&gt;上天的安排只是一种随机的选择，&lt;br /&gt;最终的幸福要自己用心选择，用心去走，&lt;br /&gt;不要被自己的容颜所误。&lt;br /&gt;生活需要美丽，美丽不是人生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你是普通女孩，&lt;br /&gt;那么请抬起头，&lt;br /&gt;因为世界并不仅是漂亮女孩的，&lt;br /&gt;懂得爱情的人是不以漂亮的外表而迁就自己的爱情的。&lt;br /&gt;相信自己相信爱情，&lt;br /&gt;用心珍惜，用心去爱，&lt;br /&gt;生活原本精彩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说给男孩听…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢上了漂亮女孩，&lt;br /&gt;那么通常你要进行坚苦卓绝的斗争，&lt;br /&gt;无论成功与否，&lt;br /&gt;你都要理直气壮的对自己说：重要的不是结果而是经历。&lt;br /&gt;成功了要对继续保持稳定有长远的打算，&lt;br /&gt;失败了也要明白考上清华的难度就不一样。&lt;br /&gt;我只想告诉同胞：你可能是喜欢漂亮女孩的外表才准备进一步前进的。&lt;br /&gt;她们一样需要真正的爱情，&lt;br /&gt;欺骗别人的感情来达到炫耀的目的，&lt;br /&gt;终有一天你会失去爱情的权利。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢上了普通女孩，&lt;br /&gt;那么请用心去追求，用心去爱，&lt;br /&gt;你会发现她们的心是那么可爱，&lt;br /&gt;她们的感情是那么细腻……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;鼓足勇气告诉别人：“在爱情和美丽之间，我选择了爱情”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有时间能肯定爱的存在，相信用心的爱情是永恒的。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1997851068521064948?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1997851068521064948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1997851068521064948&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1997851068521064948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1997851068521064948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_4624.html' title='漂亮女孩和普通女孩的 十个区别'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4332445500290676047</id><published>2010-09-23T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:45:47.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantonese dubbed Princess and the Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2qQdS84WX0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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But today is kind of special. At least to me. Guess for you as well. Because for the past 20 years, I've been spending Mooncake Festival with my family. And certainly last year I haven't get to know you well, so I spent it alone. But this year is different. And hopefully for the many years to come. =) Nothing special actually. We had our daily routine of studying together in school. Spent most of the time walking. Lunch as usual cheap but not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the part where we ate mooncake and drink green tea at your house. And also dinner at a further place from the usual ones where we ate better and healthier food. That is what I call CONTENTMENT. Cheap but unmeasureably nice, especially together with you. Simple way of celebrating Mooncake Festival and yet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And since you're one part of my family, I am still celebrating with my family. *BIG smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-t-stop-loving-or-wanting-to-love-because/383644.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You can't stop loving or wanting to love because when its right, it's the best thing in the world. When you're in a relationship and it's good, even if nothing else in your life is right, you feel like your whole world is complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/keith_sweat/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Keith Sweat quotes&lt;/span&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/18735849-1077793757599935209?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1077793757599935209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1077793757599935209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1077793757599935209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1077793757599935209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-mooncake-festival.html' title='Happy Mooncake Festival~!!!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5922023546643246765</id><published>2010-09-21T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:53:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goats in my room</title><content type='html'>“咩咩。。咩咩。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I always hear in my room. And that is my roommate's new handphone's SMS tone. Lols. Which freaked myself out the 1st time after she bought her handphone. I remembered asking myself how can there be goats outside of my hostel as it is surrounded by housing area. Plus I was stuffing my ears with my headphones. And the thing is, whenever I remove my headphones wondering what's the source of the sound, the sound's not there anymore. Freaky~ And yet I didn't ask her about it la. Not until the next morning when we woke up together and I heard the sound again, only I realised its from her handphone. Lols. Stupid me enough to not clarify my doubts the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Its just so hot tonight. Again. Yesterday night too. How I just hope for a heavy rainstorm now to lower down the temperature. Sigh. Today too is the day of the starting of my 2-weeks study break. Still procrastinating. Not good though. Have to revise everything at least twice. Hope I'm given more time. Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5922023546643246765?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5922023546643246765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5922023546643246765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5922023546643246765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5922023546643246765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/goats-in-my-room.html' title='Goats in my room'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-6005527395695509134</id><published>2010-09-21T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:44:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust. Faith.</title><content type='html'>Trust is the basis of a relationship, no matter between family or friends, and especially between a pair of couples or between husband and wife. No lies or secrets should be hidden from in order to maintain a good relationship. Without trust, there will be no more relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is sure to have their own past, regardless of having a good or bad past. No one is ever 100% perfect. Even though it might affect the present or the future, but one should not hold on to the past and instead should look forward to the future. The past of a person does not mean the person would repeat his/her mistakes nor will it affect his/her ways of judging a situation. Its the heart that is the most important. Nothing beats it. The past just does not judge one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..even though it may be difficult, guess I just have to put in more trust into him. He's much too important for me to let go just because of my lack of trust in him. Until the day he's not worth for me to trust him anymore. I just can't take it if anyone betrays me. That will just make me lose faith in everyone, no longer trusting anyone anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-6005527395695509134?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/6005527395695509134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=6005527395695509134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6005527395695509134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6005527395695509134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/trust-faith.html' title='Trust. Faith.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-3111989712649448599</id><published>2010-09-19T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:14:27.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more reason for me to love you</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the Chinese tea I drank just now at church fellowship, now I'm having complete insomnia. @_@ Staring wide-eyes at the laptop screen. Was studying on Behavioral Science notes which will be on the test on Mon, but somehow got bored. Urgh! Screw Dr. Nelson! Postponing exam date + making my life miserable enough even with all those medical stuffs that I've to stuff myself completely for the next 2weeks till finals. Hope my brain cells are left enough for the rest of my life after I've done my 2nd year 1st semester finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church just now, realised that although I love listening to some of the pop musics, apparently I'm not as great as those who most probably treat the karaokes as their 2nd home. Lols. And certainly knowing the songs is one thing, but remembering the lyrics is just more like killing my brain cells the more. *blerkz* And sure hope they provided English songs instead of all Chinese songs, then probably I am still able to contribute a bit to my group. Urgh! One more thing, Michael sure can remember lyrics better, unlike me, and his singing really melts my heart everytime I listened to it. Not mention even by his voice alone. Hehe. *blush* Loving him the more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate everything he did for me. I may be quite unaware sometimes, but not blind and not dumb. Even though I said before that I prefer life being single, but guess I change my mind now since I found my Mr. Right. *grins* At least now I found another great reason to continue my life regardless of what. Best thing is, now my parents know about him and sometimes mum asks about him. Lols. Mum even called me once just to ask what to buy for him. That is quite some progress. Haha. Guess my parents somehow know a bit what's actually happening although I didn't really tell them about our relationship. *winks* So now he's considered part of family to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My priority in my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1. Family (which includes Michael ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2. Health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;3. Studies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;4. Future career&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;5.Money (or maybe not?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will always top all of them in this list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;Without God's blessings, all of these wouldn't appear in my life. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-3111989712649448599?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/3111989712649448599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=3111989712649448599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3111989712649448599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3111989712649448599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-reason-for-me-to-love-you.html' title='The more reason for me to love you'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7338307749974531110</id><published>2010-09-11T02:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:14:15.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TIp33i0_ACI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LSwJnFzVK4A/s1600/Sparklers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515352489794142242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TIp33i0_ACI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LSwJnFzVK4A/s320/Sparklers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everytime I see people playing with firecrackers or sparklers (仙女棒）, I kind of envy these people. Why? Coz the only thing I played with when I was a kid is the sparkler, which is when I only have a hint of memory about it. Firecrackers? Don't think so. My parents just never buy those for us when we were kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I wish is just buy the sparklers and play on a beachside...swinging it around and around like a little girl while admiring the fire burning with all those nice designs! ^^&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/18735849-7338307749974531110?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7338307749974531110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7338307749974531110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7338307749974531110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7338307749974531110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dream.html' title='I dream.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TIp33i0_ACI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LSwJnFzVK4A/s72-c/Sparklers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8743923991290173550</id><published>2010-09-11T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:07:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta - Something 'Bout Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhRvd0bzIoE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhRvd0bzIoE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night it’s all the same&lt;br /&gt;You’re frozen by the phone, you wait&lt;br /&gt;Something’s changed&lt;br /&gt;You blame yourself every day, you’d do it again&lt;br /&gt;Every night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;It sets you free&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that tears you up&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You still believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world falls down like rain&lt;br /&gt;It’ll bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;Something ’bout love that breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;But don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;Scared in the night&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for love to come along&lt;br /&gt;And make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your day will come&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone&lt;br /&gt;So take your time&lt;br /&gt;Live and let live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;It sets you free&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that tears you up&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You still believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world falls down like rain&lt;br /&gt;It’ll bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;Something ’bout love that breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;But don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fight&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hide those stars in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let ‘em shine tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let ‘em shine tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on&lt;br /&gt;Hang in for the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;It sets you free&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that tears you up&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You still believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world falls down like rain&lt;br /&gt;It’ll bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love that breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;But don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;There’s something ’bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;It sets you free&lt;br /&gt;There’s somethin’ ’bout love that tears you up&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You still believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world falls down like rain&lt;br /&gt;It’ll bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;There’s somethin’ ’bout love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8743923991290173550?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8743923991290173550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8743923991290173550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8743923991290173550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8743923991290173550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/david-archuleta-something-bout-love.html' title='David Archuleta - Something &apos;Bout Love'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-171528207895658136</id><published>2010-09-04T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:02:22.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week Raya holiday</title><content type='html'>One week. Or I should say for 9 days I wouldn't be able to see him. *sobz* I just feel so uneasy without him around. Or maybe its a habit with him around for almost 24hours everyday. Even Jee Wei sensed something is just not right without him beside me at all times. Anyway, just sent him off at the KTM station this morning while I'll be going back to Ipoh tomorrow morning together with sis. Will be coming back 4days later though. Just can't study when I'm home. Lols. The temptation of just relaxing with food around at home is so so so irresistable. Hehe. Oh, just now got an international call from across the ocean from Brunei =) Was just sooo happy to just hear his voice~!! Lovely ^^And the best thing is, its actually his parents who allow and teach him to use the international call thingy using the house phone! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okle, finish packing already. Already looking forward to seeing him next week. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-171528207895658136?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/171528207895658136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=171528207895658136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/171528207895658136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/171528207895658136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-week-raya-holiday.html' title='One week Raya holiday'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2631887291620036418</id><published>2010-08-28T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:26:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtIfld84Ydw?fs=" hl="en_US&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=" width="580" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font size='+6'&gt;OLIVE YOU lyrics Davedays&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can't get the words out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;That little feeling everyone talks about&lt;br /&gt;The things you say like, "I miss your face"&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know, but I can't get the words to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So olive you&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do&lt;br /&gt;What two words can mean&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to say the other three&lt;br /&gt;Olive you&lt;br /&gt;The words are coming true&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;But olive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't fight the feeling I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell you, but I always hide&lt;br /&gt;The things you say like, "Want you to stay right here by my side"&lt;br /&gt;Let the words slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive you&lt;br /&gt;And the little things you do&lt;br /&gt;What two words can mean&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to say the other three&lt;br /&gt;Olive you&lt;br /&gt;The words are coming true&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;But olive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you wanna tell me&lt;br /&gt;But I, I, I, I don't know how to say it&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it out&lt;br /&gt;It's been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Those two words mean an "I love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do&lt;br /&gt;These two words mean&lt;br /&gt;What I meant to say was&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;And it felt so smooth&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Olive you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsbay.com' target='_blank'&gt;LyricsBay&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsbay.com/olive_you_lyrics-davedays.html" target='_blank'&gt;OLIVE YOU lyrics Davedays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2631887291620036418?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2631887291620036418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2631887291620036418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2631887291620036418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2631887291620036418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/08/olive-you-lyrics-davedays-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7828069123141151154</id><published>2010-08-27T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:14:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.J - Michael &amp; Joanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVrEKwHXI/AAAAAAAAANo/1hHQFG0zSU0/s1600/Mic+&amp;amp;+Jo+-+Sushi+Zanmai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107604941020530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVrEKwHXI/AAAAAAAAANo/1hHQFG0zSU0/s320/Mic+%26+Jo+-+Sushi+Zanmai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVq_E0BpI/AAAAAAAAANg/lhZrG9_gxtg/s1600/Mic+&amp;amp;+Jo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107603573933714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVq_E0BpI/AAAAAAAAANg/lhZrG9_gxtg/s320/Mic+%26+Jo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107597039410786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVqmu3HmI/AAAAAAAAANY/6BtbXYVdkhQ/s320/Mic+%26+Jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVqC45WPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FsSInfFNLUw/s1600/Jo+&amp;amp;+Mic+(cropped).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107587417823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVqC45WPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FsSInfFNLUw/s320/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7828069123141151154?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7828069123141151154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7828069123141151154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7828069123141151154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7828069123141151154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/08/mj-michael-joanne.html' title='M.J - Michael &amp; Joanne'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/THfVrEKwHXI/AAAAAAAAANo/1hHQFG0zSU0/s72-c/Mic+%26+Jo+-+Sushi+Zanmai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4782995990494079742</id><published>2010-08-24T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:15:39.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>伴侶</title><content type='html'>伴侶不是結婚時發願非你不娶或非你不嫁的那個人，而是發現你身上有許多缺點仍然選擇你的那個人；伴侶不是生活中你愛吃黃瓜他也愛吃黃瓜的那個人，而是你吃蛋黄他吃蛋白的那個人；伴侶不是天黑了和你一起手挽手走進飯店的那個人，而是守在門口巴望你回來共進晚餐的那個人；伴侶不是和你大談愛情，把“我愛你”掛在嘴邊的那個人，而是和你平淡的嘮叨柴米油鹽、鍋碗瓢盆的那個人。&lt;br /&gt;在福祉的婚姻中，伴侶已不是一個具體的人，而是你和他在幾十年的歲月中沈澱下來的︰一份默契、一份溫情、一份平淡、一份理解、一份寬容。愛他就要讓他開心，這就是伴侶........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-4782995990494079742?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/4782995990494079742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=4782995990494079742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4782995990494079742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4782995990494079742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_24.html' title='伴侶'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1109688142609050689</id><published>2010-08-24T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:11:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>承諾</title><content type='html'>在古希臘傳說中，情侶都將戒指套在對方的中指上，因為他們相信那兒有一根血管直通心臟。所以戒指的意思就是用心承諾﹗但是人世間有多少愛能生死白頭，又有多少的情可以天長地久？所以你選擇共度一生得未必是你最愛的，你最愛的未必能和你共度一生。&lt;br /&gt;多少的有情人走不進彼此的今生，只能苦苦的相約於來世；而多少的男男女女走過愛情走進婚姻卻不會再珍惜彼此的付出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以記得珍惜你愛的人，把每一個平淡的今天當成是彼此相依的最後一刻，好好握緊愛人的手，即使他容顏已老，即使他滿面滄桑，那也是你記憶中永恆的溫馨。別忘了守住對他的承諾，別忘了牽住他的手，一生一世一輩子.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1109688142609050689?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1109688142609050689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1109688142609050689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1109688142609050689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1109688142609050689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='承諾'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7338425921046214092</id><published>2010-08-11T06:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:43:43.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day 8-normally-don't-go-out-together-people came together =)</title><content type='html'>10 August 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People involved: Me, Michael, Jee Wei, Diana, Sugu, Dwayne, Jee Hsiung and Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Leisure Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing we did:&lt;br /&gt;Jee Wei, Diana, Sugu, Dwayne and Frankie watched The Last Airbender.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Michael walked around for 2hours, going into shops we're interested in. =)&lt;br /&gt;Jee Hsiung spent that 2hours in Popular bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guys came out from the movies, we went to Sakae Sushi for..erm...tea time? Lols. Since before that, me and Mic happened to see this teatime promotion where it says "Buy 1 Free 1 for ALL Red Plates". Both of us are just Jap-food CRAZE~ ^^ The thing is we don't know is the red plates also includes many more nice sushis and SASHIMI!!!! Oh my goodness...that is just sooooo FABULOUS!!! *yummy* Actually its just me, Mic, Frankie and Jee Hsiung eating le since others still full from their lunch plus Sugu doesnt eat raw food like we do. Then walked around more with others...mostly shoes stores. After almost one hour later, everyone just decided to go for dinner. So we proceeded to a restaurant right outside Leisure Mall -- e食无忧  Guess what? We managed to spend almost 2hours in that restaurant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, gossip, chat, and laugh..that is how we spent the whole afternoon together =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly I hope that we can do this again next time! 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href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_7848.html' title='一定要爱你 安祈尔'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2519670795888322585</id><published>2010-07-30T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:53:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不能为她穿上 ‘嫁衣’ 请别脱她的 ‘内衣’..</title><content type='html'>“拥抱  睡觉  不做爱  那么这个男人是真的爱她...”&lt;br /&gt;偶尔和朋友闲谈，谈到爱  谈到性，&lt;br /&gt;他说他在网上看到这样一句话，“拥抱  睡觉  不做爱”。&lt;br /&gt;我说 “如果是你，你能做到吗？”， 他说 “ 能”，&lt;br /&gt;我，笑怎么能，真的能吗？&lt;br /&gt;如果能，他就不会和别人刚恋爱就上床，刚上床就分手了，呵呵……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他告诉我世界上没有爱情，爱只不过是对依恋和习惯的一种修饰  因为寂寞才恋爱！&lt;br /&gt;不聊了，话题结束，有些事是不适宜深聊下去的。&lt;br /&gt;回到家，却还一直想着这句话，&lt;br /&gt;我问妈妈“一个人在一切条件都具备的情况下，&lt;br /&gt;可能和自己心爱的人‘拥抱 睡觉 不做爱吗？’”&lt;br /&gt;妈说：“能”，我问：“有可能控制得住吗，那他还算男人吗?!”&lt;br /&gt;时间突然停滞了几秒，妈妈转过头和我说  “...那才是真男人...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到了一篇文章……&lt;br /&gt;和最爱的人在一起一定要做的十件事！&lt;br /&gt;其中有一条就是 : 抱着她睡觉,但什么也不做！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么是真爱?&lt;br /&gt;爱不是性  不是欲  不是占有&lt;br /&gt;如果你真的爱她，你想的不是怎么去占有她的身体，&lt;br /&gt;而是会很小心翼翼的保护她，不让她受一点伤害，&lt;br /&gt;哪怕是自己可能给的，也不可以！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有出于真爱，你才能真正的设身处地的为她着想。&lt;br /&gt;你才会在做每件事情前考虑到这么做会给她带来什么后果，&lt;br /&gt;而不是简单的想着快感,想着占有，想着满足。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读了一篇散文，觉得有一段写的特别美 ：&lt;br /&gt;"还记得那年暑假的一个晚上，我们坐在小镇河边的公园里，&lt;br /&gt;傻傻的聊到凌晨3点，现在想起来心里总觉得那时侯特别美好，&lt;br /&gt;在那棵桃树下，雨淅沥沥的下着，我们牵着手，我的手心里全是汗水，&lt;br /&gt;但我舍不得放开，我想就这样一直牵下去，雨水淋湿了你的衬衫，&lt;br /&gt;不经意间我隐约看见你湿透的胸口在夜色中象树上含苞欲放的桃花一样，&lt;br /&gt;那时候我真想抱紧你，深深的吻着你，但是我没敢，是我没有勇气，&lt;br /&gt;但我并没有后悔，因为那些美好的情节，&lt;br /&gt;那段朦胧的初恋将永远永远地印在我的心上" ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到这里你的心中是否也有涌起一丝丝悸动？&lt;br /&gt;是否也想到了一些事？是否也想起了某个人？我相信真爱，但我只相信一次！&lt;br /&gt;任何人都是这样，心底总有一个永远也忘不了的她，那些清涩的故事,那些傻傻的举动……&lt;br /&gt;一旦那份至珍的感情结束了，人就变了，变的无所谓了，&lt;br /&gt;变的世俗了，变的圆滑了，变的不再相信什么狗屁爱情了，&lt;br /&gt;你还会像对待初恋女友那样，小心翼翼的保护着她的第一次吗？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一次次的控制着自己挑战自己的自制力吗?&lt;br /&gt;不会的，有那个必要吗?&lt;br /&gt;甩了钱，一夜情有的是，做爱其实是件很廉价的事情，&lt;br /&gt;如果你把它的实质只当一种情感的发泄，那它比你给的价钱更廉价，一分钱都不值！&lt;br /&gt;如果你不爱她，大可不用考虑那么多，拍拍屁股走人呗，管她那么多，&lt;br /&gt;愿意负责任，我负，不愿意负，我走人 。&lt;br /&gt;没有处男膜吧！呵呵……反正我不损失什么。&lt;br /&gt;女人就是衣服，随便换，天凉快的时候，我都可以不穿，有了钱有了权还怕没女人吗？&lt;br /&gt;如果一个男人这样想了，是的，也许他可以拥有一切，但是----却永远无法拥有真爱了……&lt;br /&gt;和每个人一样，也一定有一个女人住在他内心最深处，&lt;br /&gt;只不过却也只能住在他自己的回忆中了，坐在一堆钱上的回忆中了……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真爱来的不容易&lt;br /&gt;我们还年轻有些事情不是我们该享受的，我们也承担不起请珍惜，爱护身边的她&lt;br /&gt;我们还年轻，学生时代的爱情相对于物欲横流的复杂社会是最真最纯的了。&lt;br /&gt;如果你真的拥有了一份真爱，爱是寂寞撒的谎。&lt;br /&gt;当你们相爱时，一定慢一点上床，别以为脱了裤子就是爱！&lt;br /&gt;如果这样都是爱，那么扣上皮带也就该拜拜。&lt;br /&gt;做爱容易说爱难~！ 每个人都有初恋，初恋结婚成功率仅为千分之三！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当下大多男人会在婚前有过性行为，然而和你发生关系的女孩子成为你的新娘了吗？&lt;br /&gt;没有？！&lt;br /&gt;冲动的惩罚更多的来自于女孩子，怀孕、流产、痛苦、伤心......&lt;br /&gt;当你拥着心爱的女孩子的时候，你有没有想过，当有一天你离开她的时候，你还能坦然的告诉自己，我曾经是爱她的，她是完整的。我给了她完整的爱？！&lt;br /&gt;当你拥着初恋心爱的女孩儿的时候，望着眼前美丽的胴体，你有没有想过，当有一天你结婚的时候，你心爱的女孩子告诉你，曾经她有过……&lt;br /&gt;你会坦然的面对她，告诉她，没关系，你依然是我今生最美的新娘？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而当你想起曾经的你的她的时候，你是那么爱她，而你没能给她穿上嫁衣，你却得到了女孩儿最珍贵的东西，你能没有一丝愧疚吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你真心爱着她，请不要轻易解开你心爱女孩儿的衣服，&lt;br /&gt;如果你真心爱着她，请不要轻易忘了你曾经的承诺！&lt;br /&gt;如果你真心爱着她，请给她安全的臂弯，给她依靠！&lt;br /&gt;如果你真心爱着她，请善待你们的每一天，让她幸福，让你们开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你将独自迎来日出和日落；&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你的视线里再也找不到曾经的她的影子。&lt;br /&gt;你却依然可以在你的天空里祝福远方的她过得幸福！&lt;br /&gt;因为，你给了她完整的爱！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有句话：如果你不能给她穿上嫁衣，请停下脱她衣服的手 ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-6914129419449684785</id><published>2010-07-29T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:51:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无所谓</title><content type='html'>男孩儿：“对不起……”&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿：“无所谓，你没什么对不起我的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;键盘敲出最后这句话，女孩儿失声痛哭。&lt;br /&gt;爱上他是女孩儿没有想到的事情，她以为自己不会爱上任何人。&lt;br /&gt;可最后还是敌不过男孩儿的温柔，陷了进去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始的爱情跟所有的爱情剧一样，甜言蜜语、电话短信、关怀体谅、担心紧张……&lt;br /&gt;日子过的很是甜蜜。&lt;br /&gt;都说恋爱中的女人智商为零。&lt;br /&gt;但女孩儿不同，她不相信那些所谓的承诺，甚至排斥那些不切实际的想法。&lt;br /&gt;沉着冷静是女孩儿最大的优点，同时也成了她最大的弱点。&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿爱说一句话，那就是：无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;说这句话的时候，女孩儿看起来好像对什么都不在乎，甚至让人觉得她很冰很冷。&lt;br /&gt;但却忽略了她眼底刻意隐藏的东西。&lt;br /&gt;跟男孩儿在一起，女孩儿不爱说话，只是静静地看着男孩儿，微笑着听他讲话。&lt;br /&gt;偶尔的撒娇任性，野蛮无理，对女孩儿来说都是因为太依赖。&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿告诉女孩儿他很爱她，离不开她。&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿笑着不语。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在朋友眼里男孩儿很幸运，因为他拥有女孩儿。&lt;br /&gt;在朋友眼里女孩儿很幸福，因为她遇到了男孩儿。&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿的温柔、体贴，女孩儿的善良、可爱，让所有人都羡慕。&lt;br /&gt;他们说：这是一出爱情的童话！&lt;br /&gt;于是，像所有爱情一样，男孩儿许下了承诺：永远爱你……&lt;br /&gt;这一次女孩儿说了一句话：无所谓永远不永远，你做不到。&lt;br /&gt;暗淡的灯光下，男孩儿欲言又止。&lt;br /&gt;日子平淡的过着……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一段时间，女孩儿没有男孩儿的消息，没有电话，没有短信，像是凭空消失了一般。&lt;br /&gt;后来男孩儿解释说：太忙了，没时间。&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿失落的说：“无所谓，工作要紧。”&lt;br /&gt;接下来的日子里，男孩儿跟女孩儿在一起的时候不爱说话了，总是发呆的望着手机。&lt;br /&gt;直觉告诉女孩儿，有些东西改变了。&lt;br /&gt;无意中女孩儿发现男孩儿的手机里多了一个陌生的号码，通话记录中全是这一串数字。&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿的Q上，也明显的多了一个女孩子。&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿解释说：“她是我认识的一个朋友，别生气。”&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿撇开眼睛说：“无所谓，我不介意。”&lt;br /&gt;之后，男孩儿又很久没有跟女孩儿联系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿身体不好，得了重病，病痛折磨的她无法入睡。&lt;br /&gt;她很想男孩儿陪着她，安慰她，可是……她又心疼他。&lt;br /&gt;生日那晚，女孩儿拨通了男孩儿的电话号码，手机中传来忙音，接着便是关机了。&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿的心跌到了谷底，彻夜未眠，一早被发现昏倒在窗边，送进了医院。&lt;br /&gt;医生的一纸诊断书，让所有人不敢置信--骨癌晚期……&lt;br /&gt;眼泪倔强的滑下脸庞，女孩儿默默地哭泣。&lt;br /&gt;不是因为病痛，而是男孩儿依然没有与她联系。&lt;br /&gt;忧伤的眼神刺痛了所有人，整个病房充斥着无奈与心酸。&lt;br /&gt;强忍着疼，女孩儿安慰所有人：“无所谓啦，习惯了，别伤心。”&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿早就知道自己的病，只是没有说出来，她不想让大家担心，特别是男孩儿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿拒绝治疗，回家去了。&lt;br /&gt;这一切，所有人都应女孩儿的要求，没有告诉男孩儿。&lt;br /&gt;无聊中女孩儿打开电脑上了男孩儿的Q，刚一上线，那个陌生的头像就在跳动。&lt;br /&gt;打开，一段文字跳出，瞬间，女孩儿泪流满面。&lt;br /&gt;“亲爱的，我想你了！一晚上没听到你的声音了，好想你。亲爱的，爱你，看到后给我电话哦。……”&lt;br /&gt;颤抖着双手，女孩儿关掉了电脑，脑子里一片空白。&lt;br /&gt;她拼命告诉自己：无所谓，一切都是误会，要信任他。&lt;br /&gt;眼泪止不住的流，这一次，女孩儿自己也不相信自己会真的无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;她决定放开他，结束这段感情，所有的疼痛自己来受。&lt;br /&gt;做下决定，女孩儿又一次昏倒了……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后的爱情，童话终究还是一出悲剧，两人分手了。&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿觉得对不起女孩儿，一直沉默着。&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿一直安慰他说：无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿生日的前一天，女孩儿因病去世了。&lt;br /&gt;而男孩儿在自己生日那天终于知道了这件事。&lt;br /&gt;所有人都骂他不懂珍惜；&lt;br /&gt;所有人都埋怨他移情别恋；&lt;br /&gt;所有人都指责他欺骗女孩儿……&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿拿着女孩儿最后写下的信哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩儿在信里说：&lt;br /&gt;我知道自己活不长了，想要好好珍惜有你的日子，可是你却不在我身边。&lt;br /&gt;我原谅你喜欢上了别人，因为爱情是自由的。&lt;br /&gt;我原谅你对我的忽视，因为爱情需要宽容。&lt;br /&gt;我原谅你忘记我的生日，因为爱情需要体谅。&lt;br /&gt;我原谅你的所有的错，因为我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;我知道当初我的那句‘你做不到’伤到了你的心，其实我知道我们的爱情走不远，只是不知道这么快结束。&lt;br /&gt;我曾经说的‘无所谓’，其实都是在掩饰内心的孤独与寂寞，只是你未曾注意过。&lt;br /&gt;很在意你，在意到让我害怕，所以找个借口让自己不陷下去。&lt;br /&gt;所有的“无所谓”都是因为太在乎，你可曾知道？&lt;br /&gt;即使分手，也还是会想起你的好。&lt;br /&gt;这些全都在我的意料之外，但不后悔。&lt;br /&gt;我走了，谢谢你，谢谢你曾经带给我的感动，谢谢！&lt;br /&gt;你的生日快到了，提前说声“生日快乐”！&lt;br /&gt;没有再见了，愿君保重！祝福你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿的眼泪留了出来，他不知道原来女孩儿深爱着自己。&lt;br /&gt;原来他伤害了她。&lt;br /&gt;原来他忽视了女孩儿的脆弱与孤寂。&lt;br /&gt;原来他不懂珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;朋友告诉男孩儿，分手后，女孩儿基本上是在昏迷中度过的。&lt;br /&gt;每日每夜都在与病魔斗争，她多么希望男孩儿在她身边，却又不想让他知道。&lt;br /&gt;男孩儿忽然好恨自己，恨这一切，恨他无力挽回。&lt;br /&gt;想起女儿甜美的笑容，忆起她曾经的好，男孩儿无力的望着天空，眼泪一滴一滴流着。&lt;br /&gt;“对不起……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事发生的很平凡，很普通。&lt;br /&gt;无非就是让我们要懂得珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;“男子薄情，女子多情”--这话的对与错，似乎无多大意义了。&lt;br /&gt;“无所谓”，看似简单的三个字，却隐藏了好多难以让人发现的东西。&lt;br /&gt;那种心理……无法言语……&lt;br /&gt;明明很在乎，明明心很痛，却要装作无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;需要多大的承受力啊。&lt;br /&gt;也许伪装才能看清一切，伪装才能保护自己。&lt;br /&gt;说出一句“无所谓”需要很大的勇气。&lt;br /&gt;隐藏的脆弱，掩埋的孤寂，几人能看清？也许真的“无所谓”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无所谓的心酸，无所谓的孤寂，无所谓的人生，因为太“所谓”而“无所谓”。&lt;br /&gt;“无所谓”--一种无法言语的痛！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-6914129419449684785?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/6914129419449684785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=6914129419449684785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6914129419449684785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6914129419449684785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_29.html' title='无所谓'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5761193724507540845</id><published>2010-07-28T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:42:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>机会……</title><content type='html'>有些人有很多机会见的，却总找借口推脱，想见的时候，已经没机会了。&lt;br /&gt;有些话有很多机会说的，却想着以后再说，要说的时候，已经没机会了。&lt;br /&gt;有些事有很多机会做的，却一天一天推迟，想做的时候却发现没机会了。&lt;br /&gt;有些爱给了你很多机会，却不在意没在乎，想重视的时候已经没机会爱了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生有时候，总是很讽刺。&lt;br /&gt;一转身可能就是一世。&lt;br /&gt;说好永远的，不知怎么就散了。&lt;br /&gt;最后自己想来想去竟然也搞不清当初是什么原因分开彼此的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，你忽然醒悟，感情原来是这么脆弱的。&lt;br /&gt;经得起风雨，却经不起平凡；&lt;br /&gt;风雨同船，天晴便各自散了。&lt;br /&gt;也许只是赌气，也许只是因为小小的事。&lt;br /&gt;幻想着和好的甜蜜，或重逢时的拥抱，&lt;br /&gt;那个时候会是边流泪边捶打对方，还傻笑着。&lt;br /&gt;该是多美的画面。&lt;br /&gt;没想到的是，一别竟是一辈子了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，各有各的生活，各自爱着别的人。&lt;br /&gt;曾经相爱，现在已互不相干。&lt;br /&gt;即使在同一个小小的城市，也不曾再相逢。&lt;br /&gt;某一天某一刻，走在同一条街，也看不见对方。&lt;br /&gt;先是感叹，后来是无奈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你很幸福，因为找到另一个适合自己的人。&lt;br /&gt;也许你不幸福，因为可能你这一生就只有那个人真正用心在你身上。&lt;br /&gt;很久很久，没有对方的消息，也不再想起这个人，也是不想再想起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜身边所有的一切事物！&lt;br /&gt;生活不是电影，错过了就是失去了、没有了，不可能像电影里一样有重新再来一次的机会,&lt;br /&gt;或许一次的错过就会让我们悔恨终身……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最心痛的感觉，&lt;br /&gt;不是失恋，&lt;br /&gt;而是我把心给你的时候，&lt;br /&gt;你却在欺骗我..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5761193724507540845?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7888889251283128094</id><published>2010-07-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:18:20.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>王力宏 - 柴米油盐酱醋茶</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9pWLP1WTqI&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1?color1=" color2="0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词：徐若瑄 作曲：王力宏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小时候 你想要什么&lt;br /&gt;我要一台大大蓝色的飞机&lt;br /&gt;带我环游世界 到地球每一个角落&lt;br /&gt;在蓝天白云中穿梭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而长大以后 我想要什么&lt;br /&gt;我要一台小小红色答录机&lt;br /&gt;和你一起录下 喂 我们现在不在家&lt;br /&gt;蓝色变成红色因为你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;柴米油盐酱醋茶&lt;br /&gt;一点一滴都是幸福在发芽&lt;br /&gt;月儿弯弯爱的傻&lt;br /&gt;有了你什么都不差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小时候 你想要什么&lt;br /&gt;我要一台大大蓝色的飞机&lt;br /&gt;带我环游世界 到地球每一个角落&lt;br /&gt;在蓝天白云中穿梭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喔 长大以后 我想要什么&lt;br /&gt;我要一台小小红色答录机&lt;br /&gt;和你一起录下 喂 我们现在不在家&lt;br /&gt;蓝色变成红色因为你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给你快乐无论白天黑夜&lt;br /&gt;握紧双手就算刮风下雨&lt;br /&gt;我就是要你 要你待在我身边&lt;br /&gt;保护你直到永远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月儿弯弯爱的傻&lt;br /&gt;没有一个理由 活的那么复杂&lt;br /&gt;有了你什么都不差 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7888889251283128094?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7888889251283128094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7888889251283128094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Almost.</title><content type='html'>Tired. Both physically &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;mentally. And I'm still stuck with PBL here. This morning woke up very early for hospital attachment, before the sun has even emerged from behind those mountains, which the east is just where my windows are facing. @_@ The best thing is I get to learn again from today's session, and also had lunch at a place in Pantai Indah, a restaurant named Steven's, which is quite a nice change from the boring food we always get around campus here. Food is nice too! Then classes with Dr Ogunbanjo. Supposedly to have Q&amp;amp;A session with Dr Aishah but it was postponed to next Wed. Again. Though its a good thing, coz it means we can have more time to study on our own and not having classes right till 6pm. I'll probably just collapse in class. Urgh! Tomorrow morning have to wake up early again for medical museum session. Everyone would be having blurry eyes looking at microscopes le. Lols. And clinical session for me tomorrow afternoon. Double urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd M.A is coming up on next Monday!!! =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-6337534951143733684?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/6337534951143733684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=6337534951143733684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6337534951143733684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6337534951143733684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/breakdown-almost.html' title='Breakdown. Almost.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2076883926647914092</id><published>2010-07-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:37:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>劉若英- 我们没有在一起</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfYG8Q3ZpMA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1?color1=" color2="0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词：黄婷 作曲：陈韦伶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你一直说的那个公园已经拆了&lt;br /&gt;还记得荡著秋千日子就飞起来&lt;br /&gt;漫漫的下午阳光都在脸上撒野&lt;br /&gt;你那傻气 我真是想念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时候小小的你还没学会叹气&lt;br /&gt;谁又会想到他们现在喊我女王&lt;br /&gt;你哈哈笑的样子倒是一点没变&lt;br /&gt;时间走了 谁还在等呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这杯咖啡忘了加糖&lt;br /&gt;真不是我那麼伤感&lt;br /&gt;世界太复杂 你说单纯很难&lt;br /&gt;我当然都明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是呀只有你曾陪我在最初的地方&lt;br /&gt;只有你才能了解我要的梦从来不大&lt;br /&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像情侣一样&lt;br /&gt;我痛的疯的伤的在你面前哭得最惨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你也不能带我回到那个地方&lt;br /&gt;你说你现在很好而且喜欢回忆很长&lt;br /&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像家人一样&lt;br /&gt;总是远远关心远远分享&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那条路走呀走呀走呀总要回家&lt;br /&gt;两只手握著晃呀晃呀舍不得放&lt;br /&gt;你不知道吧后来后来我都在想&lt;br /&gt;跟你走吧 管它去哪呀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这杯咖啡忘了加糖&lt;br /&gt;真不是我那麼伤感&lt;br /&gt;世界太复杂 你说单纯很难&lt;br /&gt;我当然都明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是呀只有你曾陪我在最初的地方&lt;br /&gt;只有你才能了解我要的梦从来不大&lt;br /&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像情侣一样&lt;br /&gt;我痛的疯的伤的在你面前哭得最惨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你也不能带我回到那个地方&lt;br /&gt;你说你现在很好而且喜欢回忆很长&lt;br /&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像家人一样&lt;br /&gt;总是远远关心远远分享&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是呀只有你曾陪我在最初的地方&lt;br /&gt;只有你才能了解我要的梦从来不大&lt;br /&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像情侣一样&lt;br /&gt;我痛的疯的伤的在你面前哭得最惨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你也不能带我回到那个地方&lt;br /&gt;你说你现在很好而且喜欢回忆很长&lt;br /&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像家人一样&lt;br /&gt;总是远远关心远远分享&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像朋友一样&lt;br /&gt;你远远的关心 其实更长 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2076883926647914092?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2076883926647914092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2076883926647914092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2076883926647914092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2076883926647914092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_22.html' title='劉若英- 我们没有在一起'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-3281767868192201372</id><published>2010-07-16T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:25:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring weekend. With disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Okaaaayyyy...the plans of going on an outing is off!! Not blaming anyone though. But seriously, I hate my plans being blown off. And I even hate disappointment. With all those discussions on where to go and suddenly its all being called off. If its the crazy, still-single me once I've been, I would have just hopped onto the bus and go whichever shopping mall I wanted to and just walk around and eat good food without needing to care about any others, especially when I'm not in a good mood. Nice. Just freecare. OK, that would be a reckless thought (though its not like I haven't done such a thing before), but the consequences would be bad coz normally I wouldn't have told anyone where I went. Sure, I can do so with others who wanted to go. But the main point is, I just want to spend time with you on outings, just something special, and not just on books and classes and stuffs we do together each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, don't ask for my opinion. And I'll never suggest any outing anymore. Just decide whatever you want and tell me the final decision. I'm sick of getting more and more disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;Not specifically pissed at you. Today is just not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just have to spend my weekend studying on what has been my target of the week and also to finish off the materials for the student seminar on contraceptives PLUS the stupid report about the visit to the water sewage today that we need to hand-in next week, freaking thing is, it needs to be a scientific report! Just tell me, we're no engineers, and I certainly don't know how we can relate anything scientific to the visit we had today. Its totally don't have any connection with medicine! Duh~ Screw that baldy old man..try writing one yourself then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may dislike the idea of me getting involved in the student seminar where seriously I don't have to do so. But sometimes, you just don't understand that I may have something I want to try out, and fulfil my responsibilities that I've been appointed for. Not that I'm doing anything extra just to please others. I have my own principles as well. You seriously don't see me stopping you doing things that you like. All I want is someone to support me and not stop me from doing anything although I know you think of what is the best for me, and I really appreciate that. I'd rather not be treated like a baby and do whatever that I missed out. Challenges are out there everywhere. And you will not hear a word of complaint from me. &lt;em&gt;PERIOD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate putting on a mask in front of everyone today. Just sooooo not my day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-3281767868192201372?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/3281767868192201372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=3281767868192201372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3281767868192201372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3281767868192201372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/boring-weekend-with-disappointment.html' title='Boring weekend. With disappointment.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7852860915823774219</id><published>2010-07-15T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:25:36.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just prove it!</title><content type='html'>If you are afraid&lt;br /&gt;that I ever doubt your actions, or even your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;convince me,&lt;br /&gt;whatever my actions have been right all along,&lt;br /&gt;and its all being done without any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;And that I haven't done them for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And that I've chosen the right person.&lt;br /&gt;Just show to others that I'm right,&lt;br /&gt;and they're wrong about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let me down. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7852860915823774219?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7852860915823774219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7852860915823774219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7852860915823774219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7852860915823774219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-prove-it.html' title='Just prove it!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2264939048264631671</id><published>2010-07-15T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:01:49.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a busy week...once more</title><content type='html'>Phew..tomorrow's Friday. Except for a class that is being postponed from today due to some misunderstanding AND a visit to the water sewage plant in Putrajaya PLUS badminton session with my friends at the condo tomorrow, everything's going on well. I especially like hospital attachments although its really very tiring. But at least we get to learn something, or I should say, a lot, especially in Pudu Specialist Centre. A real big thanks to Dr Wong who spent his time bringing us around, letting us having hands-on the patients, and even explaining to us about the patients' conditions, which that really helps in our writing the log book for each hospital visit. And probably this Saturday we might be going to the shopping malls!! It'll either be Midvalley or Berjaya Times Square, really depend on others. I'm just happy that we finally can at least spend some leisure time leaving the books behind our backs and de-stress a bit, as I put it. Haha. Sure hope that Jee Wei can recover sooner and join us lor. =) Its been too long since we went out together..as in out of the campus area..lols =p (which does not include those school visits which previously we went to this water treatment plant..urgh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target of this week: Embryology of fetal and placenta + fertilisation and implantation AND pathology of the female genital system. @_@ Btw, 3rd M.A's coming up on the following Monday after the next! I'm so gonna have a hard week again next week with more lack of sleep. *dash underscore dash*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2264939048264631671?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2264939048264631671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2264939048264631671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2264939048264631671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2264939048264631671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-busy-weekonce-more.html' title='End of a busy week...once more'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5684245796631353086</id><published>2010-07-15T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:51:45.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Gift from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TD8SW100zKI/AAAAAAAAANI/qbztoF9TX8Y/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494130254030359714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TD8SW100zKI/AAAAAAAAANI/qbztoF9TX8Y/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aww....That's soooo cuteeeeeee~!!!!" And that's exactly what everyone says when we passed by that glass window of a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when we had weekly hospital attachment in Pudu Specialist Centre, at one of the wards, we managed to see a newborn baby in a crib, sleeping peacefully. It was only born on Monday, 12th of July. It hits me more to realise how wonderful it is and grateful to be born into this world although I knew about this fact long way back. Especially with such loving parents, siblings, having the chance to know friends that some may not be with you for the entire of your life but a few may be with you forever, and also to love and be loved by someone. It just give me a warm feeling creeping up my skin by looking at the baby. And more of the warm feeling when I looked at the baby the second time together with Michael. =) And Michael said something when he looked at the baby, the thing that is just what is on my mind, "The baby is so beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishy was telling me that day on MSN that its better if I don't dependent too much on Mic. But seriously, we're not exactly dependent on each other. Its only the secure feeling he's giving me more and more that made me stick to him. And honestly, I love that feeling. =) Really appreciate that God made this guy and let him be born to this world, come to UCSI to study medicine and be my classmate even though it meant me to repeat my year. And I'll cherish this forever without any regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5684245796631353086?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5684245796631353086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5684245796631353086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5684245796631353086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5684245796631353086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/wonderful-gift-from-god.html' title='Wonderful Gift from 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href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5669028958459295839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5669028958459295839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5669028958459295839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5669028958459295839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovely-memories.html' title='Lovely memories....of UCSI Medic classmates'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5429892187306752721</id><published>2010-07-10T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:43:37.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really flu-sick..or love-sick?</title><content type='html'>*SNIFFS* My nose is irritating me now. Sneezed a few times just now. Cleared it. Had my medication 4 hours ago. Slept for 4 hours just now. Woke up coz of the heat and also of a disturbed sleep where I scratched myself the whole time. Guess must be due to the heat. Argh~! Even threw down my 2nd pillow to the floor subconsciously during my sleep. It must be extra, extremely hot. And what aggravates my irritation is the stupid nose of mine. I hate falling sick! =(  Especially when there's assessment coming up on Monday. I just don't feel ok now. No studying mood as well although I need repetitive studying. Ish~!! Reproductive system. Mic's right. Going for hospital attachment is just so infectious. Especially going to Hospital Gombak where we visited the 3rd class wards. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I just miss him so so so much. Sigh. True enough. I would still prefer the life back then where he still stays in the hostel. But then, even with all the complaints, I still think its better for him to have more freedom. Or I should mean OUR freedom. Though less time together, but that doesn't mean any less in our feelings for each other. =)  Just now really have the strong urge to just pack up (though I really did!) and walk to his unit just to see him no matter how late it is. But then, due to all the factors and I hate putting him into a guilty situation, I just have to hold back and wait till morning to see him in school where we would be studying together. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, my dear. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5429892187306752721?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5429892187306752721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5429892187306752721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5429892187306752721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5429892187306752721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/really-flu-sickor-love-sick.html' title='Really flu-sick..or love-sick?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1041972312929086105</id><published>2010-07-10T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:31:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behave and Respect your Partner better than your best friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is something that if you think about consciously for a moment or two – you will realise that a lot – if not most people treat their partner with less respect than they would a good friend. What do I mean by that – well think about it – if your friend does something silly – acts in a stupid way or says something you don’t agree with – you would usually just laugh it off? But if your partner does something along the same lines – a lot of people would jump down their throat - belittle them, nag, tell people what they did and probably not allow them to forget it for a very very long time! You see where I’m going here? Couples are mean to each other and that shouldn’t be the case. They SHOULD, like I said, behave better towards each other than they do with their friends…. Because at the end of the day – your partner should really be your best friend (as well as your love)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now – if you would refer to someone else as your best friend over your partner? Then what’s going on in that subconscious mind of yours? Why would someone other than your partner be your best friend? Is it because you need to have a best-friend of the opposite sex? Or if your partner is the same sex as you – do you need a bf as the opposite sex?! You know what… I used to think like that! I did!! I thought that my best-friend had to be separate from my boyfriend. I was wrong back then – because when you are really comfortable and happy and content with your partner – your partner will be it all rolled into one! The full package!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Personally I would be of the opinion now – that one should behave better towards their partner than anyone else they know. They should respect them, praise them, complement them on achievements, encourage their goals, motivate them and basically just treat them as individual adults who you are lucky to have as a part of your life. To be honest – I think if you don’t feel lucky to have found your significant other, or don’t agree with treating them in the best possible way – then maybe you need to reassess your values and the relationship?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why not have a look around at the couples you know. Observe them. See how they interact. How they behave and treat each other. Many will treat each other like children – nit-picking, nagging, arguing and belittling each other. I bet they wouldn’t be that way with their friend – so isn’t it a wonder why they are like that with the person that is supposed to mean the world to them? Now look at the other couples, (sadly the minority) who treat each other with the up-most respect. They are the inspiration in today’s relationship society. They are the ones to take tips from…. They are the ones who get my respect and who inspire me to be the best I can be in my relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now – I say to you – take what you can from this – think about what I have said consciously – and if you have, in the past, not treated your partner with the respect you know in your heart they deserve – then make a change today… and I bet your relationship will extend leaps and bounds above where you are today!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Respect each other… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1041972312929086105?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1041972312929086105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1041972312929086105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1041972312929086105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1041972312929086105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/behave-and-respect-your-partner-better.html' title='Behave and Respect your Partner better than your best friend!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4646296527676584025</id><published>2010-07-10T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:23:47.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife - Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5h11xcohSs&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1?color1=" color2="0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=" width="400" height="258" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lyrics: Westlife - Shadows in 2009 album Where We Are]&lt;br /&gt;Mornings after&lt;br /&gt;Still lingers&lt;br /&gt;Just waking up&lt;br /&gt;I see a shadow of you&lt;br /&gt;Making breakfast for two&lt;br /&gt;I go driving&lt;br /&gt;Past our place and&lt;br /&gt;I see this girl walk by&lt;br /&gt;I smell her perfume&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I wish it was you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna tell ya&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna say that I’m okay, no&lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin’ to get over&lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin’ to get far away from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But I see shadows&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, reminding me&lt;br /&gt;Of how we were&lt;br /&gt;Of how it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see shadows&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere they follow&lt;br /&gt;It’s you and memories&lt;br /&gt;Of how we loved&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough of your shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months gone&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand it&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you’re all that I know&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna tell ya&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna say that I’m okay, no&lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin to get over&lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin’ to get far away from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You couldn’t love me&lt;br /&gt;So why won’t you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Shadows&lt;br /&gt;Alone is the only place I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I see shadows&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, reminding me&lt;br /&gt;Of how to love&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;I see shadows&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere they follow&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of how we loved&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;Your shadows&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of how we loved&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough of your shadows&lt;br /&gt;Your shadows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-4646296527676584025?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/4646296527676584025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=4646296527676584025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4646296527676584025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4646296527676584025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/westlife-shadows.html' title='Westlife - Shadows'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-3704013585472315216</id><published>2010-07-09T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:59:14.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>女朋友♥老婆不同の地方</title><content type='html'>♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;半夜会找你诉苦，不耐烦的话会控告你“重色轻友”&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;半夜看你在打游戏会生气的骂你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她会找你出去玩，然后敲诈你请客吃饭&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她会担心你这个月的生活费能不能坚持到最后，出去吃饭的时候不舍得吃太贵的东西&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;在你生病时，会发个短消息安慰你，然后自己出去玩&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;在你生病时，她会陪在你身边，唠叨着你按时吃药，多喝水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她无所谓你的好坏，你的一切缺点她都可以容忍，因为不在意&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她会对你这个不满意，对你那个看不顺眼，因为你是她最爱的人，所以希望你越来越棒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她什么事情都会支持着你，只要你高兴&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她会站在你的角度考虑得失，但你会觉得她很小气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她会说和你在一起很快乐&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她希望让你感到幸福和快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她不在意你的生活细节，只要你和她出门的时候穿的干净就可以&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她会注意你的一举一动，关心你床底下、椅子上有多少双袜子没有洗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她会要你陪她吃饭，逛街，看电影&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她也会要你陪她吃饭，逛街，看电影，可她不介意是什么餐馆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她不在意你去做什么，和什么人交往&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她很在意你做什么，和什么人交往，特别是和别的女孩子交往。甚至会吃醋发脾气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥女朋友&lt;br /&gt;她只有想到现在&lt;br /&gt;♥老婆&lt;br /&gt;她已经规划将来，想往着你们的幸福&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-3704013585472315216?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/3704013585472315216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=3704013585472315216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3704013585472315216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3704013585472315216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='女朋友♥老婆不同の地方'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1474843692590307606</id><published>2010-07-08T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:44:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all we need is a little LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Immature love says ''I love u becoz i need U.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mature love says ''I need u becoz i love U.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; -Quoted by Erich Fromm-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I love everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care for you&lt;br /&gt;Not because I wanted something in return.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I wanted to give all my love to you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;You are already a family member of mine.&lt;br /&gt;And you've done enough for me by keeping me by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope is the sense of secure,&lt;br /&gt;and the word of promise from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just promise me that we will be together.&lt;br /&gt;Always. Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1474843692590307606?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1474843692590307606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1474843692590307606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1474843692590307606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1474843692590307606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-we-need-is-little-love.html' title='all we need is a little LOVE'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7589172992426595522</id><published>2010-07-08T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:26:53.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 6 July:&lt;br /&gt;Had junior orientation where we arranged Amazing Race-like games for the juniors. 7 stations, and we are more like torturing the juniors. Hehe. But it was real fun arranging the games for the juniors together with Jee Wei and Mic, and also blurry Dwayne. =)  Those juniors are really going to &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; remember us for life. Bler. Juniors this year are not bad, but some really does not give me a good impression, especially I feel insulted as all of them don't even realise that I'm their senior. *dash underscore dash* Maybe I don't look like one as my clothes are mostly semi-formal. Plus I don't exactly be friendly to them, as in volunteerily talk to them like others do. And also maybe I'm always stuck to the most handsome guy in class, and that made others jealous of me, or maybe also must be wondering whether we're in a relationship or not. *blush* *muka tembok* Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 7 July:&lt;br /&gt;Had a whole day class from 8.30am straight down to 3pm. But didn't get to meet up with XinYu, Ah Ong and Jia Yee as planned. =(  Stupid Modular Assessment II which is going to be on next Monday! But preparation this time is going on quite well. Do hope that I can do alot better than the previous assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 8 July:&lt;br /&gt;Had hospital attachment as what we have every Thursday. This time is to Hospital Gombak again. Met few patients with Tuberculosis, plus one with a broken leg, one with asthma and one with cataract. Tired enough already, and yet spent one hour just to look for a parking space outside campus after failing to find one inside the campus. @_@ Had 2 classes also after that. Even more tired now even though slept 4hours only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, PBL in the morning and Clinical Skills session in the afternoon. No more classes. And the good news is, this time's MA does &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; include pathology of female reproductive system!! WoOhOo~!!!  Anatomy + Physiology has already given me enough headache le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7589172992426595522?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7589172992426595522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7589172992426595522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7589172992426595522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7589172992426595522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7885554649862515233</id><published>2010-07-07T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T03:25:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit can't be changed, but HAVE to change.</title><content type='html'>Insomnia again. While my dear roommate's peacefully snoozing behind me while I'm stuck in front of the com. Guess I miss the presence of that someone beside me when I'm sleeping. Soundest proof? I didn't actually have a great sleep last night. Guess I have moaned in my sleep and also toss and turn here and there. @_@ Today also. Guess I too missed the naggin of someone asking me to sleep early la. My eyes and my brain just refused to turn off after the busy day whole day with junior orientation and PBL in the morning. Somemore, in 5 more hours time, I'll be having medical museum session, with more classes coming up in the afternoon. Plus, best thing is, XinYu, Ah Ong and Jia Yee would be coming down from Bangsar, &lt;em&gt;purposely, &lt;/em&gt;to Cheras pasar malam here to meet up with me. The deal is, I've to pay for their expenses tomorrow. =S Broke liao~ *sobz* Now just hope that dear Mic would accompany me along lor..since those mouth-watering gals just wanna look at "en dao" guys wor *eyes rolling* (Oops..!! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure looking forward to meeting up with them since we didn't see each other for like thousand years ago. First thing I'm gonna get strangled by those girls first. *OopS!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more looking forward to school now like what he says, just to see him. *blush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7885554649862515233?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7885554649862515233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7885554649862515233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7885554649862515233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7885554649862515233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/07/habit-cant-be-changed-but-have-to.html' title='Habit can&apos;t be changed, but HAVE to change.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2756859327076310064</id><published>2010-06-30T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:26:42.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Men talks are just so scary. And currently I'm experiencing one. Just hope that it won't lead to a fight. *scary*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2756859327076310064?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2756859327076310064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2756859327076310064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2756859327076310064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2756859327076310064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/06/men-talks-are-just-so-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1591442144535772427</id><published>2010-06-30T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:48:40.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The forever wonderful memories of AMC</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uq7r6LVsSLo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uq7r6LVsSLo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1591442144535772427?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1591442144535772427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1591442144535772427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1591442144535772427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1591442144535772427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/06/forever-wonderful-memories-of-amc.html' title='The forever wonderful memories of AMC'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2259536967814701431</id><published>2010-06-29T06:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:40:28.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends adding colours to my life</title><content type='html'>Got a call from ZW yesterday. Seems that he's having a one-month semester break now. So before he's going back to Ipoh, he's coming over to Cheras to look for me~!! *smiles* Though we haven't really fixed up a time, but sure hope we managed to meet up la. Long time never see. Not even during my own semester break when he was not free at all that time. And seriously, those G2000 shirts are going to mould in my room soon. &lt;i&gt;Urgh. &lt;/i&gt;And ZW, are you really serious about jam-ing in the music rooms? Erm, sorry to say, but its been a long time since I last touched the piano keys. &lt;i&gt;Lols.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, when I was on MSN yesterday, Fishy chatted with me on MSN, telling me that she'll be coming down to KL with JiaYee next Mon for a few days, and will be staying with Ah Ong. Told her maybe we can meet up if they get to come to Cheras's longest pasar malam which is so coincidently right outside my campus. Hehehe. Hopefully they'll make it. *more smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what, the clock on the com says 6.38am, and I've been awake for about and hour. Got awakened by the cold of the early morning. And can't go back to sleep anymore. So the only way is to blog. Lols. Later gonna check up on my books on male reproductive system anatomy. *yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2259536967814701431?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2259536967814701431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2259536967814701431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2259536967814701431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2259536967814701431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/06/friends-adding-colours-to-my-life.html' title='Friends adding colours to my life'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4406305827682546761</id><published>2010-06-29T06:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:42:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Almost" abandoned blog</title><content type='html'>One month ago it says was my last post. And since then,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes on endocrine system has finished last week. Starting on reproductive system this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my first Modular Assessment yesterday, which I think its not quite good, think my memory's running out of me *sad face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got onto The Star newspaper on the female football fans interview, thanks to my roommate =)  &lt;i&gt;I'm famous now. Lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joined a few of church's fellowship's activities and outings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also having junior orientation starting this week, where we'll be meeting with the juniors first time today after our only class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anticipating.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Mic's friend's birthday at Pizza Hut as well. Became first-class paparazzi by glimpsing something about one of our dear lecturer. &lt;i&gt;Lols.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst of all, happened something I dreaded most and still it happens to me. Feels as if I'm in one of those Taiwanese dramas that I always watched. But then, its real life. And I can't avoid it nor ignore it. Not when I still have to face him each and everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just feel like a complete fool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-4406305827682546761?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/4406305827682546761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=4406305827682546761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4406305827682546761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4406305827682546761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/06/almost-abandoned-blog.html' title='&quot;Almost&quot; abandoned blog'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2628603144712423883</id><published>2010-06-29T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:21:37.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;What is yours WILL be yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is NOT yours will never become yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;not even if your force the change of the destiny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And my heart broke the moment the realization of rejection hits me. Hard. Very hard. That my heart can only bleed quietly without you knowing. And yet still can act normal in front of you. What an act. And its just a pathetic act.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is just so not me. And you're the one who changed everything about me. How ironic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2628603144712423883?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2628603144712423883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2628603144712423883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2628603144712423883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2628603144712423883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-yours-will-be-yours-but-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1607428927017011302</id><published>2010-06-07T08:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:17:52.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh new start</title><content type='html'>Woke up early this morning even though classes no longer start at 8.30am. Had an early shower. Plus woke up with both eyes swollen and pillow's soaking wet. Wonder what I had done last night in my dreams. Or is it that I fell asleep while crying? &lt;em&gt;Haiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gonna study awhile before going off to look for the course administrator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1607428927017011302?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1607428927017011302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1607428927017011302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1607428927017011302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1607428927017011302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/06/fresh-new-start.html' title='Fresh new start'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7564805999922276459</id><published>2010-06-06T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:54:41.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting of another year.</title><content type='html'>2nd year. Tomorrow's first day. Starting with PBL 1st session and Endocrine System. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arghhhh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;No more Diana around with us as well coz she didn't make it to 2nd year with us. And also days without him staying in hostel anymore. No more staying overnight at his place as well. Less time seeing him for sure. But more time for me on my studies I guess. Weird is, I'm famous in the hostel now. Everyone was asking why I'm alone already, without him around me, and some also asked why long time never seen me since I was having that one-and-a-half-month holiday, and that includes the security guards and the laundry guy. Lols. Bet my roommate also misses me coz I was spending the last few nights in his condo although I was back in KL on Wed. =p And true enough, seemed there'll be lots of changes ever since he made up his mind to shift out of the hostel. I just wonder. And I &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; dread classes starting so early. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to him, I think I'm losing weight. Try&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt; to if you're walking everyday few times from the hostel to the condo to-and-fro. Sometimes even running. And I especially hate walking up the slope of UCSI. Duh~  Not to mention I've lost my appetite these few days. Mum and Dad!!! I'll go back to my fit form in no time, no worries I won't end up as a fat woman!! Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7564805999922276459?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7564805999922276459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7564805999922276459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7564805999922276459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7564805999922276459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/06/starting-of-another-year.html' title='Starting of another year.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1272940884579407843</id><published>2010-05-26T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:24:49.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Doctor experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to my mum's suggestion, I had the chance of being my dad's personal assistant for the night, or maybe for the next few days till I go back to KL next Wednesday. Hehe. Learnt quite alot especially on things like history taking, how to diagnose, what kind of diagnosis is made based on the signs and symptoms, what kind of instruments and solutions are used in bandaging and also the prescriptions to give. All of these really helps alot in my clinicals where we'll be starting hospital attachments in the 2nd week. And certainly, more focus on clinicals and the connection between diseases and drugs to be prescribed. Maybe I should have thought of this long time ago, but guess I'm just too lazy, plus I'm afraid that my dad'll be criticised by his patients for violating their privacy or somesort like that. Looking forward to tomorrow, a new day at dad's clinic again. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1272940884579407843?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1272940884579407843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1272940884579407843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1272940884579407843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1272940884579407843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/pre-doctor-experience.html' title='Pre-Doctor experience'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8558347802392417818</id><published>2010-05-24T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:05:04.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football FEVER. Again.</title><content type='html'>This year is the year of FIFA World Cup once more. WHEEeee~~!!! This time its held in South Africa. And its held from 11th June till 11th July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is, MY CLASS STARTS ON 7TH OF JUNE!!! *sobz* No more football matches watching already, especially my favourite team Germany!! Plus, no more Michael Ballack as he's not playing due to a seriously sprained ankle!! *SOBZ* Guess I can only get the matches scores from Internet then. No way I'm gonna stay up at night again to watch the matches. Its way too torturing especially with lectures the next morning even though there's Astro in the hostel lobby. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8558347802392417818?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8558347802392417818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8558347802392417818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8558347802392417818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8558347802392417818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/football-fever-again.html' title='Football FEVER. Again.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7770034873967189268</id><published>2010-05-24T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:00:21.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My almost one-and-a-half holiday</title><content type='html'>Sigh. 10more days, and there goes my hard-to-get AND once-in-a-year-&lt;em&gt;longest&lt;/em&gt; holidays. Start to appreciate this kind of holiday more though compared to those we get every end of year during school days. This is &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; compared to those. As JW put it, this holiday is purely NO lectures, NO PBLs, and I added to the list, NO MODULAR ASSESSMENTS!!! And this is what I call H.E.A.V.E.N~ Oh well, at least I didn't waste my holiday on eat, sleep and TVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat? Definitely! Its a must-do! Who wouldn't with good food everywhere in the heavenly Ipoh and with a good cook as a mum? Hehe. Gained weight? Certainly. But I'll get back to my original weight as soon as I get back to KL. Hard not to with 2nd year coming up, AND with the additional seasonings of, ahem...CRS!! *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep? Something you couldn't miss. Not with a comfy bed with thick blanket and sleeping in an air-con room. Plus having the room all by myself. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV? Uh huh, except to accompany my parents to watch mainland dramas for 2hours. Don't even know what are the TV programmes available on TV anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my holidays are spent on books and computer. To be specific, on my notes of gastrointestinal system which we will be learning in the last few weeks of 3rd sem. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arghhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;On the other hand, I also helped out my mum alot in her insurance work, especially computer works. And also, spent my time emailing my dear who's in another country, and apparently we can't contact each other too much by phone due to the costly calling rate and mostly, because of our parents, or I should say, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; parents. Haih. As strict as ever. To them, as my dad puts it today during our conversation, I'm still a less than 20years old kid. @_@ On the good side, I still look young and some people just don't believe that I'm actually already a university student. On the bad side, I seemed immature to them. *dash underscore dash* Back to the topic, I just loooooveee the anticipation of receiving emails from him and knowing about how's he doing every single day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays ending. But time is getting nearer to seeing him. In person. Not only in pictures and through words. Lovely! *BIG smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7770034873967189268?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7770034873967189268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7770034873967189268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7770034873967189268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7770034873967189268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-almost-one-and-half-holiday.html' title='My almost one-and-a-half holiday'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8340399806120023319</id><published>2010-05-22T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:33:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owlcity - Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuRGfAaju4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuRGfAaju4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Would Not Believe Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;If Ten-Million Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Lit Up the World&lt;br /&gt;As I Fell Asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they fill the open air&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Youd Think Me rude&lt;br /&gt;But I Would Just Stand And Stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id Like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say That Id Rather Stay awake when Im Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Id Get A thousand Hugs&lt;br /&gt;From Ten-thousand Lightning Bugs&lt;br /&gt;As They Try To Teach me How To Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fox Trot Above my Head&lt;br /&gt;A Sock Hop Beneath My Bed&lt;br /&gt;A Disco Ball is Just Hanging By a Thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id Like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say That Id Rather Stay awake when Im Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;(When I Fall Asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave My Door Open Just a Crack&lt;br /&gt;(Please Take Me Away From Here)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Feel Like Such an Insomniac&lt;br /&gt;(Please Take Me Away From Here)&lt;br /&gt;Why Do I Tire of Counting Sheep&lt;br /&gt;(Please Take Me Away From Here)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Far Too Tired To Fall Asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ten-Million Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I'm Weird cause I Hate Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I Got Misty Eyes&lt;br /&gt;as They Said Farewell&lt;br /&gt;(Farewell)&lt;br /&gt;But I'll Know Where Several Are&lt;br /&gt;If My Dreams Get Real Bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Cause Id Save a Few&lt;br /&gt;And Id Keep Them In A Jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id Like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say That Id Rather Stay awake when I'm Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;(When I Fall Asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id Like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say That I'd Rather Stay awake when Im Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;(When I Fall Asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd Like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say That Id Rather Stay awake when Im Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because My Dreams Are Bursting At The Seams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8340399806120023319?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8340399806120023319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8340399806120023319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8340399806120023319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8340399806120023319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/owlcity-fireflies.html' title='Owlcity - Fireflies'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7206440658259843004</id><published>2010-05-12T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:59:40.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>給女人的忠告</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lols. Found this in Facebook notes. Someone posted it and I find it quite interesting. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;給女人的忠告&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)千萬別幻想你可以改換男性的個性，你只能更換的，是他在做嬰兒時的尿布。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)當你的男朋友離家出走時，你能做些甚麼？把大門關上，永遠別讓他來。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)要找男人，隨便找一個好了，別分年輕的或老的，他們都是一樣，他們不會成熟。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4)所有男人都是一樣，只是臉不同，方便你認出他是張三李四罷了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5)不必把男人當傻瓜，他們本身已經是一個傻瓜。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6)猶太人的子孫在沙漠浪蕩了四十年，可想而知，甚至在《聖經》的舊時代，男人已經沒有甚麼方向感。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7)有幽默女人，不是會說笑話的女人。是聽了男人講話時，笑得出的女人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8)當你的男人上司向你說：「你看來一點也不太忙嘛。」你儘管回答：「那是因為我每辦一件事，一辦就辦妥了。」&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9)如果男人問你：「你的電話幾號？」你儘管回答：「要是我告訴你，我就要換新號碼了。」如果男人問你：「你住在哪？」你儘管回答：「要是我告訴你，我非搬家不可！」&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10)如果男人問你：「你想念我嗎？」你儘管回答：「你不消失，我怎會想念你？」&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11)如果男人要求：「把我的早餐拿到上來吃。」你儘管回答：「那你去廚房睡覺好了。」&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12)如果男人問你關於書本的事：「你最喜歡看的是哪一部(簿)？」你儘管回答：「支票簿。」&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13)如果要叫男人做一件事，最好的辦法是向他說：「這件事你做不動，你太老了。」&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7206440658259843004?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7206440658259843004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7206440658259843004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7206440658259843004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7206440658259843004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_12.html' title='給女人的忠告'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4384873857571086999</id><published>2010-05-12T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:01:17.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone, with sis</title><content type='html'>Had 3days of freedom at home. Think I'll study? No way. Hehe. Coz mum and dad won the trip to Tanjung Rhu resort by just a simple participation in this lucky draw contest we saw in the advertisement in dad's Medical Tribune magazine. And they're the one of 2 lucky winners! How lucky is that. 3days 2nights of free stay of $3,700 with free in-room dining and the use of non-motorised water sports. *jealous* Too bad its only for 2person, so I just let my parents go alone although they wanted to bring me along, but have to pay $2000 plus for my part if I go too. Sis came back purposely to accompany me at home, or else I'll have to be "baby-sitted" by my aunt. Spent the 3days mainly on food and watching movies. Also slept on mum and dad's king-size bed. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, me and sis got onto the bus to Penang where we met up with mum and dad after their vacation and also my bro who's picking us up at the bus station. Went to Tao Cuisine (Japanese cuisine) for Mother's Day celebration. Lucky I made the reservation. We ate so much but contended with the food. Nice to have a meal with the whole family as well as its a rare chance now my bro's working in Penang while sis's still studying her masters and also me who seldom come home due to the hectic schedule, in which would be even more hectic in the coming year. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him. Alot alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-4384873857571086999?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/4384873857571086999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=4384873857571086999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4384873857571086999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/4384873857571086999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-alone-with-sis.html' title='Home Alone, with sis'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-2992382798612403552</id><published>2010-05-12T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:24:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary midnight call</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, 3.30am, when I was sleeping soundly, suddenly awakened by the ringing of my handphone which I put it on the table beside my bed. Looked at the phone screen, saw the name, still wondering in my mind why is this guy calling me and at that time of the night. I answered the phone, and what I got is that friend of mine shouting into the phone. Duh~ He's drunken! And we still can go on with the phone conversation. He seemed subconscious since he still can answer my questions, even know that he's talking to me, not someone else, but in between he'll laugh histerically which honestly gives me the goosebumps. And when I asked him why is he drinking, coz I know he's not exactly addicted to drinking, I got scolded for asking a silly question. -.-" This part he remembers it very clearly even on next morning when he calls up to apologise for his erratic behaviour. What makes me wonder is why in the world would he call me as he still have lots of friends around..not that I mind..especially why not choose his guy friends to call up? Hm. He said coz I knew about his problem and so automatically first response is to call me. And he also doesn't want to let his guy friends know about it. I'm so "honoured". I really can bring comfort to others? Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I got a phone call from a drunken guy. And its darn scary. @_@ Btw, one can of Carlsberg + sadness, anger, disappointment can really make one drunk and vomit so much? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-2992382798612403552?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/2992382798612403552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=2992382798612403552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2992382798612403552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/2992382798612403552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/scary-midnight-call.html' title='Scary midnight call'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8149072740606843523</id><published>2010-05-12T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:14:10.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>发过脾气的男女请读一读</title><content type='html'>你是怎么闹脾气的？&lt;br /&gt;闹脾气过后呢？怎样？&lt;br /&gt;有的情侣，闹完脾气过后，就会冷战。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原谅对你闹脾气的人。&lt;br /&gt;要是不是因为在乎你，才不会对你发脾气。&lt;br /&gt;尤其是当发脾气的是女生。&lt;br /&gt;因为，每发一次脾气，就会伤了很多元气，增加老化的速度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当女生对在乎的人发脾气时，总会狠狠的抛下一句：&lt;br /&gt;“你以后不要再找我了！”，然后转身离去。&lt;br /&gt;可是然后呢？&lt;br /&gt;她离去的背影掩盖着的是伤心滑落的泪珠。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了一个人的世界，&lt;br /&gt;紧握着手机，等待着一通电话。&lt;br /&gt;一通乞求原谅的电话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘴里硬是说着不会原谅，&lt;br /&gt;其实心里早就原谅了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，要是你的女友对你耍脾气，&lt;br /&gt;请不要生气她，&lt;br /&gt;也不要省下那一通电话。&lt;br /&gt;不要以为她不会接你的电话，&lt;br /&gt;其实她可能一直就在等你的电话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哄哄她，&lt;br /&gt;因为她会对你发脾气，&lt;br /&gt;是因为在乎你们的关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而对于耍脾气的女生，&lt;br /&gt;脾气发过了，就算了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你的男人向你道歉时，&lt;br /&gt;原谅他。&lt;br /&gt;那证明你们彼此在乎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在乎女友的男生，&lt;br /&gt;在女友发脾气离去后，&lt;br /&gt;会乱了脚步，&lt;br /&gt;只管一直拨电话，&lt;br /&gt;脑海里就只有女友生气离去的背影，&lt;br /&gt;自己身处何地也不管了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，&lt;br /&gt;千万不要不接他的电话，&lt;br /&gt;因为，那随时会成为你们之间的最后一通电话。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8149072740606843523?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8149072740606843523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8149072740606843523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8149072740606843523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8149072740606843523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='发过脾气的男女请读一读'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7964236621516414056</id><published>2010-05-04T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:11:21.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love vs Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/S9-PiMDlcUI/AAAAAAAAANA/HABO39wN9B0/s1600/chemical-basis-love-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467246290165657922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/S9-PiMDlcUI/AAAAAAAAANA/HABO39wN9B0/s320/chemical-basis-love-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to the emotions involved in relationships between men and women, there are a lot of grey areas, athough, some are usually clearly defined. One example of the latter, is the way that most people can differentiate the feelings that they have for someone they like, and someone they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let’s take the relationship between a mother and her young son as an example. Naturally, your son would not say: “I like you, mom” – instead it’s “I love you, mom”. In this instance, the difference between love and like is that the emotion between parent and child is something that is unconditional. A child is born loving his or her parents, so the emotion is deeply embedded, and comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if love is unconditional, how about liking someone? This has something more to do with romance, than paternal love. Most men and women who are in a fairly new relationship are usually hesitant to voice their feelings. So, instead of saying: “I love you”, right away, they say: “I like you”, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the complex world of love, dating and relationships, readily admitting that you love someone may scare the other person away – because it entails a long-term commitment. For men and women, admitting love is usually a signal that the relationship is growing to be more serious, and could eventually lead to marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let’s take a look at more of the key differences between loving and liking. Liking someone means that you are happy being with that person, while loving someone means that you absolutely cannot bear to be without that person. As cliché as it may seem, liking gives you the proverbial butterflies in the stomach – but loving someone involves something much deeper than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, the difference between love and like has something to do with the depth of your emotion towards somebody. Liking may give you that warm, fluttery feeling inside – but it’s mostly superficial. Love, on the other hand, involves much deeper, complex emotions, making it one of the greatest feelings that you will ever have in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people think that there is no difference between like and love but I certainly do believe that there is a difference. Like and love are two completely different things. When you like somebody your just getting to know that person and trying to figure out if there is something more between the two of you. Like is not as deep as love is, Like is just like making friends. You don't know if the two of you are going to grow to be the best of friends or discover that you really don't like that person as much as you thought you would. I don't really think that you can lump together like and love because they are so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one thing to like a person but its quite another to love that person. Don't get me wrong, I mean like is a wonderful thing but when you find love its a spectacular and beautiful thing that two people can share with one another. Love will make you do things that you never thought you would do and like will not. When you love somebody you love all of them even if some of the things they do drive you crazy. Finding love can be difficult and finding to like somebody comes a little bit easier because you know that if you don't like those annoying little habits its easier to get rid of and discover that they are not the one for you.Love is a different thing because love runs deeper than like. Love is more forgiving and more giving than like. You wouldn't just give anything to somebody you liked, but you would for the person that you love because its more special and precious. Like is a precious thing, it just doesn't get put into the same category as love because they are so opposite. Liking somebody is just liking somebody but loving somebody means making more sacrifice, being more giving and being a little bit more honest with somebody.When you like somebody you don't really see a point to being as honest than when you love somebody. Like doesn't mean honesty it means friendship and for a lot of people it will always mean just friendship. Love is more than just a friendship and its more than just honesty. Its about giving, sharing and most of all its about commitment to that one person and nobody else. Love and like are different the only thing is love goes a lot deeper than like ever will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Love is an unconditional emotion, while like is a more watered-down version of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Loving someone means that he or she means everything to you, while liking someone means that you are simply happy being with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Love involves deeper, stronger emotions, while like is more of a tender feeling towards that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Love is another person becoming an integral part of your life, while like is being comfortable in the company of a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7964236621516414056?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7964236621516414056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7964236621516414056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7964236621516414056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7964236621516414056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-vs-like.html' title='Love vs Like'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/S9-PiMDlcUI/AAAAAAAAANA/HABO39wN9B0/s72-c/chemical-basis-love-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-842537552820797935</id><published>2010-05-04T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:03:05.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果一个男人真的爱你。。。</title><content type='html'>第一条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他的手机会为你24小时开机，在你最需要他的时候可以随时找到他，因为他爱你，所以会时时担心你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他会很自豪的告诉他的朋友与家人你是他最爱的女人，当然并不是时时挂在嘴上，而是用一种行动去告诉别人，你是他最爱的女人！因为有了你他觉得很骄傲，无论你是不是真的很优秀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他会把除了工作之外的很多时间都给你，当然会偶尔和朋友去聚会，因为他想时时刻刻都看见你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第四条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他会毫不吝啬的给你物质上的付出（我并不是说所有的女孩子都应该物质化，这种付出是他心甘情愿的）因为他觉得他所有辛苦的努力就是为了让你过上很幸福的生活，他爱你，不想让你过的那么艰苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第五条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他绝对不会骂你，在你很任性的时候任你发泄，当你任性过去的时候，会很委屈的说：“老婆，我又作错什么了？你可以告诉我，我一定改，千万不要生气，那样会把身体气坏的”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第六条：如果一个男人真的爱你，你会发现你和他在一起后，不经意间发现你总有很多穿不完的衣服，因为他总是看见漂亮的东西就买给你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第七条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他就不在乎陪你逛街会浪费他多少出去自由的机会，因为他甘愿失去那种所谓的自由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第八条：如果一个男人真的爱你，无论你们在一起多久，都会陪你一起爬山，看海，看星星，看日落，因为他知道你渴望这样的浪漫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第九条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他绝对不会嚷嚷着叫你去减肥，但是这个时候你自己一定要去健康减肥，因为苗条的女人确实可以叫人赏心悦目。因为你的健康是他最关心的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他不会留恋与网络与别的小妹眉甜言蜜语，因为对你他都有说不完的爱，哪有那心思和别人废话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十一条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他不会还和前女友有联系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十二条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他在每天很辛苦的工作回到家的时候，会抱着你说“老婆，我回来了”他爱你，他绝对不会把不快乐带给你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十三条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他会在清晨上班的时候，亲吻你的眼睛，满足的说：宝贝，我上班去了！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十四条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他绝对不会忍心背叛你，无论出于什么样的动机。因为在他眼里，你是最美的，即便你不是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十五条：如果一个男人真的爱你，在你故意说要离开的时候，撒娇的不和你分开，而在你真的想离开的时候，就会放你走，即便他真的不愿意放手。因为他爱你，只希望你幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十六条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他绝对不会以事业忙为借口而推脱你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十七条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他绝对不会一次次把你推向那冰冷的手术台，更不会让你一个人孤孤单单的去走向那冰冷的世界，他会郑重的说：“把我们的宝贝生下来吧！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十八条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他会象爱他家人那样爱你的家人，也会尊重你的亲人和朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十九条：如果一个男人真的爱你，他不会不耐烦，不会说你应该成熟些了……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的男朋友做到了以上10条，你就非嫁他不可，好好珍惜他。现在好男人少了，如果他有一天他做到的条数越来越少，那就表示你让他伤心了，他对你的感情浅了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;好好珍惜你眼前的他&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-842537552820797935?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/842537552820797935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=842537552820797935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/842537552820797935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/842537552820797935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/24-10.html' title='如果一个男人真的爱你。。。'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-3740933671134806919</id><published>2010-05-03T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:01:29.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH~!!! I've been studying the WRONG thing all the time!!! Just referred to the previous 2nd year students timetable. They're starting first with endocrine system. Gastrointestinal system is at the last few weeks of semester 1!!! Duh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-3740933671134806919?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/3740933671134806919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=3740933671134806919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3740933671134806919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3740933671134806919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/argh-ive-been-studying-wrong-thing-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-97119842557193294</id><published>2010-05-03T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:21:51.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>If I do not have a strict parents, I wonder what would have become of me. Studying medicine would not be one of the options. I'm no pure genius myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was not being taught English language since a toddler, I would have sucks in English.&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't learn swimming, ballet, mental arithmatic, drawing, Chinese calligraphy, piano and erhu, I would not have known so much skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't made the choice of not studying in a private school after primary school, I would probably be studying in Taiwan right after high school and I would have not met the great friends I have in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have not joined Chinese Orchestra, I would not be able to understand the meaning of teamwork and hardships and certainly will not be able to know the taste of victory. Best memory ever in high school!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have not known Darren in the first place, I would not have met a better person as Michael. =) Not comparing them. But I never regretted the decision I made. And I will always treasure the one beside me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have done better for my SPM and score all A1's, I probably would be studying in Russia or Indonesia on JPA scholarship while dad can have his early retirement and mum would not be working as an insurance agent. And also I would not have studied Form 6 where then I would have lost the chance of meeting more new and great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have not joined choir, I would have not known that I'm a good singer myself, just that I lacked proper training all these years. Not enough only as a bathroom singer. Lols. (though I don't have good memories in choir at all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have done much more better in STPM, I would have been studying in my dad's alma mater, University Malaya and not end up instead in UCSI where they've to work extra hard to pay my extremely neck-strangling amount of school fees + hostel fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have done better for my 1st year finals, I would have been in 3rd year this coming July. And instead, I'm still stuck in KL campus studying my 2nd year. Though seriously, I would rather to be with this gang of friends now compared to my batch. At least I'm no longer alone. PLUS, without repeating my first year, I wouldn't have met someone called Michael Hon. *BIG smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many IFs...but can I turn the time back to where I want to be? No. Even I have the time machine to do so? No way. I'm perfectly contended enough with what God has arranged for me. No regrets. All the tears and sweat have not been wasted at all. And certainly, God has treated me well enough to let Michael into my life. =) I know that God will always, and forever keep me in his blessings. Although there may be ups and downs in my life, and everyone's life as well, but I know there's always my family, Michael, other friends and God to take care of me at all times. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-97119842557193294?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/97119842557193294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=97119842557193294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/97119842557193294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/97119842557193294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7715798160251331356</id><published>2010-05-03T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:56:09.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip last words...</title><content type='html'>Now after this trip, I finally know how some people just take things for granted. For example, the food the committees prepared. Those people can just complain about the food, how bad the taste is, not much choices, bla bla bla....never knowing how much effort others prepared the food or even how low budget they might have. Let them have the experience once then they'll know that others do not have the obligation to work for you for free! Let them starve for once then they'll know how tasty is the food no matter how tasteless it is actually. Even the accommodation. Bet the organisers have searched high and low for a low budget yet comfortable enough place for us to stay. And there goes complaints from those ungrateful brats! Some of them even complained that the events are just too boring. Especially the key note lectures and presentations. Hello people..you're not there to holiday okay? (although we may look like it with no involvement in any of the activities) If you want honeymoon, fine with me! Go somewhere else and better not waste your money here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do hope that Michael and I could go to the tip of Borneo once more in the future. Its just very beautiful and everyone should go there at least once in their lifetime. =) Better still, every place I go I would love to go with him and my family. That, we just have to wait though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most happiest thing to happen in this trip is when I received that call from Michael when I'm in the waterfall in Kundasang. *BIG smiles* Even in the airport after that I got a call from him as well. Listening to his voice just make me couldn't help it but smiled. Even Li-Wei can sense something and asked me who's it which she never asked before when anyone called me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH~~!!!!!!!! I got tanned after the community service at the village. Can even see the paler skin under the protection of my wristwatch which forms the barrier. Though lucky its only the arms and the face. Too much under the hot sun. =(  Even Bernard got sunburnt. Melissa just itched to peel off the skin off his nose during the Cultural Night. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIM JEE WEI!!! MICHAEL HON!!! Told you guys you should have went to this Sabah trip ma..don't believe me la~~ Hmph!! Don't care...next time we must go together!!! Blerkz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7715798160251331356?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7715798160251331356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7715798160251331356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7715798160251331356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7715798160251331356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabah-trip-last-words.html' title='Sabah trip last words...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7332174734698821285</id><published>2010-05-03T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:38:31.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip - Day 5</title><content type='html'>Last day in Sabah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a choice last night after the Cultural Night either to stay in Kinabalu and tour around the city and yet can wake up at 9am, OR to go to Kundasang but to wake up at 4am. After discussing with others, only me and Li-Wei and a few others from other universities going to Kundasang as some of them have early flights while others just too lazy to wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically dragged myself out of the comfy bed where I only managed to sleep on it for 3hours. Sigh. Then another 2 and a half hours journey to Kundasang. Halfway to there, we stopped at some roadside stalls selling souvenirs and bags and others stuffs. Me and Li-Wei went down, and came up the bus holding rattan handbags for our mums, and me with a collar-ed t-shirt for my dad and also keychains for my family and friends =) Souvenirs done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop - Poring Hot Spring. No one bought extra clothes so we only went for the canopy walk and the waterfall while some of the guys wet their feet in the hot springs. At the waterfall, everyone even had free fish therapy. Lols. Tiny fishes come nibbling at your feet, making everyone shrieked because of the itchiness. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second &amp;amp; also final stop - Kinabalu Park. The place that I went four years back with my parents when we went to hike up Mount Kinabalu. Nice to go back with all the memories of that place. =) Not much we did there except to walk along the pavement and looked at the hostels there and also took pictures. Lovely scenery though. Too bad can't see the mountain top of Mount Kinabalu as dark clouds are surrounding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to KK and reached at the airport at 5pm. And our flight's at 9.25pm. @_@ But there's nowhere they can dump us already plus the UMS students want to get back to their hostels already. Oh well. So we just got stranded at the airport for 4 hours. Almost 2hours spent in KFC eating and chatting away. Remaining time was spent in the waiting area after we've checked in our luggages. Another 10mins flight delay due to bad weather. Got back to LCCT airport at 12.10am. Lucky the taxi uncle that I've called has arrived. Reached hostel around 1.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabah trip =&gt; THE END!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7332174734698821285?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7332174734698821285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7332174734698821285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7332174734698821285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7332174734698821285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabah-trip-day-5.html' title='Sabah trip - Day 5'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5690277940515831705</id><published>2010-05-03T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:24:22.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip - Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, woke up at 6am. We had breakfast buffet at the hotel, unlike the last two days where the breakfast are prepared by the organising committees, packed in plastic containers and sent to our rooms one-by-one. After breakfast, we were divided into two groups again, this time Group 3 with Group 4. We were to go to this village (err...forgot what's the village's name already =p) while the other two groups go to another village. We were to do health promotion and also to do health education to the villagers staying in the more rural areas with low sense of health knowledge. We were to do blood pressure measurement, BMI measurement and visual acuity. Besides that, is to present our posters for them to look at while explaining to them. This is all very fun, especially when you get to mix around with the cute villagers. =) Luckily I always have my Malay language handy so its not much of a problem for me. Even the makciks and pakciks love me. Lols. Quite good response from the villagers although we've expected better. But then, better than nothing. And again, gained lots of experience and certainly more confidence in measuring blood pressures though tired and sweating like hell. Just try doing all those tests (except blood pressure) under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the UMS health centre again for lunch. Last time we would be there and also last time in Kudat before heading back to Kota Kinabalu again. Before we head back to KK, we went to the site - the tip of Borneo. The scenery there is already breathtaking. Everybody's first expression is just -- "Wowwwww....."  Snap, snap, snap..pictures here and there....everyone even ignored the sign "Do Not Cross Beyond This". Anyone cares? No one. Lols. Everyone just climbed down the sandy cliff to reach to the sands and seawater below. More breathtaking sights. Even the sea there is extremely clear where you can almost see the seabed. Just lovely! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again 2 and a half hours of journey back to Kota Kinabalu where this time we're staying at Tang Dynasty Park Hotel. Same roommates as the ones we had in Kudat. Oh well. I'm not complaining. Anyway, we were only given a short time as we arrived late at the hotel while there's the Cultural Night + Closing Ceremony at 9pm. We arrived at 7.50pm and they expect us to be prepared by 8.30pm. Anyway, the night was a success with all those performances by representatives of other universities (except ours, just don't ask me why we're not involved in all the presentations and performances).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 1am. Have to wake up at 4am the next day. @_@&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; Kundasang trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5690277940515831705?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5690277940515831705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5690277940515831705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5690277940515831705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5690277940515831705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabah-trip-day-4.html' title='Sabah trip - Day 4'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-6951653629188073051</id><published>2010-05-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:57:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip - Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am again. Same routine. 4 groups are being divided into 2 big groups where one group will be visiting Hospital Mesra Bukit Padang, while the other group visits the autism centre, Seri Mengasih Centre. My group together with Group 2 would be visiting the latter site. Forgot for how long we've bumped along the bumpy roads in the bus, but when we're there, the extremely noisy bus full of people chatting out loud suddenly kept quiet. We saw a group of kids with a few adults walking on the roadside back to the autistic centre. Some of the kids may looked normal on the outside, but we knew enough from the way they act, they walk, they talk that they're kids with mental disorders, from Down Syndrome, to autism, and also to cerebral palsy. We visited the classrooms where they're divided into juniors and seniors based on their age. There are also a few kids who're preparing to sit for the UPSR exam. We also visited the more adult patients where they're working on handcrafts, making bookmarks, cards, etc. Some of us even bought the handcrafts as a mean to help and also to donate to the centre to make it a better place. There's also motor and sensory integration where its a training centre for kids who are unable to coordinate their muscles and sensory system. The last place we went is the canteen where they're having their meals. We managed to talk to some of them, although they slur their words, no one can understand much what they say, but they're still happy that we listened to them and at least someone's willing to talk to them. We even took pictures with some of them who love taking pictures. Lol. One of us brought home a gift from one of the patients, a drawing he drew himself! Though we don't understand what the drawing is all about, but the chinese words written on one part of the drawing told us that this patient misses his family badly. This is really one meaningful event that the organiser has arranged. Though the patients may be mentally disordered, but they still have feelings and thoughts of their own and people who are healthy shouldn't be looking down on these people. Instead they should be accepting them as normal people in the society and give them the treatment they need. We left with the feeling of sorry not for those patients, but for those who laughed at the kids because of their distorted looks or their acts. Their lack of love for those incapable ones seriously do not earn respect from others, especially if they really become doctors one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the visiting to the autism centre, we went back to UMS for lunch. After lunch, some of the UMS students brought us to their medical museum. Honestly, theirs almost the same as ours, even the size of the room, except maybe the way of arrangement and stuffs. So, basically, ours not bad! =) In the afternoon, we have more workshops from lecturers where they feed us on anxiety, depression, misuse of drugs and health promotion in rural areas of Sabah topics. Learnt a lot as well. =) The workshops ended around 3pm. Then the organising committees suddenly announced that every group of us have to prepare 2 posters for the next day's activities!! I'm seriously not creative and certainly do hate making posters, especially in such a short time given. Our groups were to do on the topic Anxiety and Depression, thus divided again into two small groups of five where me and Lin Hui with Amir, Alyaa and Sindy were to do on Anxiety. Laptop out, fingers tapping on the keyboard searching for informations on anxiety, especially we need to do it in Malay. *faint* So basically whole late afternoon on doing the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We departed to Kudat, up north of Kota Kinabalu, with 2 and a half hours of journey. Reached the UMS health centre there around 8pm. Had dinner and start doing our posters again while our group moderators briefed us on what to do next day. At 10pm, we departed to Kudat Golf and Marina Resort where we would be staying there for one night. Another half an hour to reach there. On reaching there, after dividing us to our respective rooms where we'll be sharing with different people this time (me with Alyaa &amp;amp; Hafizah), we continue on with our posters. Lucky we did it fast with simple information and nice decorations, we managed to finish both the posters of our groups in just half an hour time. While I waited for my two roommates to finish bathing, I also helped out with other groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....after bathing, Shee Ven called me asking me whether to meet up in the lobby with others to discuss on each group's posters as some of us were arranged at the poster exhibition station. Only Lin Hui, Suriya and Thaalitha didn't join us. In the end, after the discussion in the lobby, we changed venue to the side of the swimming pool. Just over the wall is directly the sea. Lol. We chatted under the bright lights of lampposts beside the swimming pool while drinking ice lemon tea that Shee Ven bought for us the day before and eating crackers that we bought until around 3am. Miraculously, no one's tired although the next day everyone has to wake up at 6am. Again. If not for Li-Wei screaming to leave coz of mosquitoes attacking her. And only her. Lols. No one else got the attacks. Even coz of Bernard too coz he was saying that he's scared there'll be sharks and even...urgh....crocodiles in the sea. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the room but can't sleep straightaway. Though managed to sleep a bit. If not for my dear roommate's alarm clock that rang at 5am!! I practically have to tug my hand over to her bed and shake her until she wakes up to turn her alarm off. Why 5am? Coz she needs to do her daily prayer. Oh well, I'm not being racist. Just that I can't stand her sleeping like a piece of log, not budging at all while letting the alarm rings non stop until I shaked her for a long time. Gah~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-6951653629188073051?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/6951653629188073051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=6951653629188073051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6951653629188073051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6951653629188073051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabah-trip-day-3.html' title='Sabah trip - Day 3'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8784255982517188007</id><published>2010-04-30T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:50:33.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4orbm4T1xog&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4orbm4T1xog&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8784255982517188007?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8784255982517188007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8784255982517188007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8784255982517188007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8784255982517188007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-137704800426643737</id><published>2010-04-29T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:59:05.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ ..请别爱上这样的女孩,否则请深爱..♥</title><content type='html'>请别爱这样的女孩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她有点懒，她不擅长做家务。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她独立，也好强，她宁愿忍受太多的寂寞和痛苦也不愿意向别人提起。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  但其实骨子里，渴望有一个避风港湾，让她去依靠。但她不会承认。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她必须确定那个人是否可以承受得了这一切的，承受她的撒娇，她的无理取闹，她的倔强，她的悲观，她所有的性格缺陷且永远不离不弃。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  只有这样，她才放心，可以放心去继续做自己，不会害怕有一天将要面对失去。如果没有，那么她只好继续寂寞和孤独。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她对爱情没有安全感，也不会给别人安全感。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她一定要对方先流露出对她有好感，她才散发她的热情。她爱的永远是对她最好的那个，那个好她心里是有一个标准的，你的积分超过了那条线，她会爱上你，但大多数人没超过线之前就离开了，或者超过了之后没等她看到就离开了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  其实她要的并不多，她要的只是一个温暖的家。对她来说太重要了，虽然在她们口中说出来的却是：我不需要爱情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  当你紧张他的异性朋友，她会一面跟你说，他只是我的谁谁谁，却一面偷偷在意你的感受。。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  对她们而言，唯一具备杀伤力的只有感情，感情如果受到挫折，要么毁了她们，要么成就了她们。从此更加漠然，专注于事业。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她分手后完全不会像其他座在人面前要死要活，她嬉笑怒闹，变得更加开朗。在听到朋友说有关他的话题时，从不刻意回避，她适当参与，淡然微笑，她的表现总会遭人怀疑这段感情的深浅，而人群中只有那些知道背后情节的人才看见她背后的眼泪和努力。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她从来不会在情人面前大声哭泣，除非她真的崩溃了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  即使在你爱着她的时候，她也会胡思乱想让自己悲伤。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  如果你看到她的眼泪，请相信这绝不是她在博取同情，这是她这样一颗内心骄傲的女子不得己的场景。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她想对你负责，对她负责，对自己的过去和未来负责，但请你不要轻易给她承诺和誓言。她很难相信。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  即使她很难相信，但她还是会选择等待。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她的伤初始浓烈似酒，很快就会变为一杯水，却让水渗入生活成为点点滴滴.她选择在其中淡定，在其中沉默和内伤。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她就是这样，强势，霸道，任性。。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  不会讨人欢心，死要面子，她爱朋友多过你。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她最有保护欲，最没有秘密。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  最暴躁，最善变，最没耐心，最冲动，最耐不住寂寞却又喜欢假惺惺的让自己一个人呆着。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  有时候她又充满阳光的气息，爱笑爱说话，活蹦乱跳，可爱迷人。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她很自私，只愿意与人同甘，不愿意让别人跟她共苦。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她的家庭不一定很是富裕，但她都是习惯了养尊处优。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她喜欢热闹，总会成为聚会的焦点，前提是她想。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她也享受孤独，会静坐在一个人的房间听着很伤感的音乐。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她也会一整天呆在房间里心情压抑低落，但第二天一早起来，又会轻轻松松的打理一切，慌慌忙忙的拽着大衣拎着包往外冲。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她习惯在人前表现的很坚强，一付大女子主义的模样。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她会想，遇到真正懂她爱她宠她的人，她就一定就会很安静，心甘情愿的安静下来，不烦，不闹，按时吃饭按时睡觉，按时做一切能安心和他一起做的事情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;她从不轻言爱，她的爱很沉默，那并非是因为她缺少那份勇气，在她的心里有一道栅栏，那就是自尊。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  她看得比生命更尊贵的自尊。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一个这样的女孩对你说她爱你，那就代表在她的心里你的分量胜过了她的自尊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不了解她，不懂她的好，就别爱她。她会在真正爱她的人面前卸掉所有的盔甲和伪装，做个幸福的小女人，她不要求你要做什么，不会无理取闹要你陪着她，她有自己的生活，她给你空间因为她也需要空间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她也会幻想，在遇到真正的他时，会在他累的时候悄悄熬上点营养粥，然后说，看你这么不辞劳累本姑娘心情又不错犒劳犒劳你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她在你面前永远性感调皮，偶尔撒撒娇，跟你玩陌生人的游戏，在你的朋友面前从来大方得体，微笑的依偎在你身边。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她不让你给她买这买那，她会说，我啊，是大女人，不喜欢男人给我买单。。。但是心里却会为你私自买给她的礼物而暗自开心，因为女人觉得那是你的宠爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她在意的是你的心，你若真心，她必然实意。最起码你得表现的真心，能让她感觉得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她会经常冒出些新鲜的想法来调剂生活，她的多变有时会让你不安。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终有一天，她的敏感在你的呵护下慢慢消失不见，她的倔强被你的保护软化，她的伪装在你面前被轻易识穿。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得到她，别骄傲，因为没人可以吃定她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有懂她的人，才会得到她的好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她有时是有些迟钝的，在感情方面，但有时很敏感，因为她在乎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她有时想，当她遇上生命中的那个人，会爱的多么浓烈，她渴望那种不计后果的极致，然后在强烈的碰撞中享受那种心痛感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，别爱这样的女孩，她太偏激，太虚伪，太粗心，又太神经质，太难伺候，太不温柔。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你没勇气，没能力可以坚持爱她，就别爱她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为如果你会离开，她的心将会永远冰封，再也不会为任何人打开。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说，我就是这样的女生，懂我的你，赞同么？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-137704800426643737?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/137704800426643737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=137704800426643737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/137704800426643737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/137704800426643737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_5269.html' title='♥ ..请别爱上这样的女孩,否则请深爱..♥'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-7979330284693108083</id><published>2010-04-29T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:15:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>谁记得你曾说过的话</title><content type='html'>每一天，我们都要说话，对别人说，对自己说。有些话，说过就说过，转眼即忘了。如果，你说过的某一句话，很久远了，却依然能被另一个人记着，那么，你是有福的。因为记着你话的人，是离你心灵最近的人。你在这个世界，永不孤单。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-7979330284693108083?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/7979330284693108083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=7979330284693108083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7979330284693108083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/7979330284693108083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_29.html' title='谁记得你曾说过的话'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-3679158794759307337</id><published>2010-04-28T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:28:46.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still failed to pick up the courage to tell me parents about what happened between me and Michael. I guess its just not the perfect time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-3679158794759307337?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/3679158794759307337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=3679158794759307337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3679158794759307337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3679158794759307337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-still-failed-to-pick-up-courage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-280032628309309696</id><published>2010-04-27T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:54:46.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 - We're to wake up at 6am. Breakfast are being served room-to-room by the UMS committee. We gathered at the lobby by 7am and went to UMS campus. Dress code: formal. Had key-note lectures by a few UMS lecturers, paper presentations and poster presentations by delegates representing their own universities. There goes whole day at UMS. Managed to meet Kay Mint who's studying at UMS and also Wai Eng who's studying at USM, both my AMC school mates. Learnt alot also by the way of presentations and also from the informations they have provided. Have more knowledge and conscience about the mental health status around the world, especially in Malaysia, among medical students in universities around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is the best. Its opening ceremony + dinner. We had it at Sutera Harbour, which is a 6-star hotel. Food? 8 courses. Nice. Though still not enough to compare with Ipoh's restaurants. Hehe. Satisfied enough though and no complaints. Had photo sessions again too. Both group and photos of our own gang. Again its until 10pm only we leave to go back to our hotel. Last night staying there as the next day we'll be transfering venue to Kudat, which is 2 and a half hours journey by bus from Kota Kinabalu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-280032628309309696?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/280032628309309696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=280032628309309696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/280032628309309696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/280032628309309696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabah-trip-day-2.html' title='Sabah trip - Day 2'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8177933813014907140</id><published>2010-04-27T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:45:31.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip - Day 1</title><content type='html'>On 21st April, 6.50am flight. Went to LCCT airport by taxi together with Li-Wei, Thaalitha and Suriya at 4.30am from hostel. Reached Kota Kinabalu International Airport at 9.20am. Waited for others to arrive and departed to Novotel, a 4-star hotel, the place we're staying for the 1st 2 nights. I was to share room with Lin Hui and another USM gal, and somehow after changing rooms with another girl, Li-Wei instead who are to share room with both of us. ^^ After lunch, starting at 2pm, we had ice-breaking session. We are first divided into 4 groups. I'm in group 4 together with Lin Hui and Bernard. Other group members are: Waraan (our Group Moderator a.k.a GM), Wei Lun (another GM), Sindy (from Indonesia), Navin, Suganthini, Hafizah, YY Liew (USM 4th yr student), Alyaa and Amir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, after a brief rest, went into UMS campus. Gorgeous place..and indeed alot better than UCSI. LOL. Anyway, just a brief glimpse of the campus when the bus drove by. We had our BBQ dinner at the beach which is situated inside the campus. Simple, but nice. Nicer coz the UMS ppl barbecued the food for us. Hehe. And we also had cam-whoring session at the beach. Lol. After dinner, went to UMS Medical School's lecture hall where we had what they call "country meeting". Its just as simple as a briefing of the schedule next day where we'll be having key note lectures and presentations, both paper presentation and poster presentation. Oh well, us UCSI people are not involved in any of those coz we're not informed plus guess its becoz we sent in our registration late. These all ended at 10pm where we were then being transported back to our hotel. 3 of us slept at 12am after watching CSI on AXN channel. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Sabah is just so different as in West Malaysia. The sky there got dark earlier, as early as 6.30pm and in the morning, around 5am the sky is already blazing hot with the hot sun high in the sky. Like my mum said, coz Sabah's in East Malaysia, so bet they can see the sun earlier than us. Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8177933813014907140?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8177933813014907140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8177933813014907140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8177933813014907140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8177933813014907140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabah-trip-day-1.html' title='Sabah trip - Day 1'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-3552912628633096939</id><published>2010-04-27T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:59:20.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拥抱</title><content type='html'>很喜欢拥抱，喜欢与心爱的人深情相拥的感觉，什么也不说，什么也不做，就只是静静地拥抱，久久不要分开，似乎只有这样，才能体会与心爱的人真正溶为一体的真实感。在那一刻，相信时间也会为我们停止的……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想,累的时候抱抱你！一直以来都觉得，拥抱，较之亲吻更加真实、温馨，那个可以让你依靠的胸膛一定是很温暖的，肩膀也一定很坚实。不然为什么大家在伤心哭泣的时候，总想找个肩膀来依靠呢，我想，其实更多地是想要一个拥抱吧。 拥抱的时候，内心会溢满一种叫甜蜜的情愫，拥抱的感觉是真实和安全的，因为拥抱是有温度的，拥抱是有声音的……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;拥抱的含义有很多：&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;情侣间的拥抱，是幸福甜蜜的；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;夫妻间的拥抱，是宽容理解的；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;朋友间的拥抱，是贴心信任的；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;吵架后的拥抱，代表妥协与原谅；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;相逢后的拥抱，代表思念与激动；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;离别前的拥抱，代表不舍与期待……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱，是无声的语言，拥抱，是最简单的接受与认可……&lt;br /&gt;拥抱的时候，彼此是被需要的，被别人需要是时候，是一个人最有价值的时候……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经在篇文章上看到一段话：&lt;br /&gt;当一个女人从背后抱着你的时候，请一定别再挪动脚步，而请转过身，紧紧抱着自己的女人。&lt;br /&gt;因为，当一个女人愿意从背后深情抱着你的时候，代表着她把自己的身心都交给了你，那拥抱里，有着太多太多的爱……&lt;br /&gt;当一个男人从背后拥抱着自己的女人，两人的感觉是温馨和甜蜜的；当一个女人从背后拥抱着自己的男人，女人是无声的祈求，而男人是心的复归和宁静……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的，我曾经说过，好想累的时候你能抱着我，其实，我何尝不想累的时候，你能在身边，无需太多言语，只要一个拥抱，再苦再累都值得……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也好想，能够在你累的时候，从身后环住你的腰，把脸轻轻靠在你的后背，静静地，无需语言，用心灵对话，倾听彼此内心的声音……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的，不能守在你的身边，不能在你伤心难过的时候给你安慰；不能在你累的时候给你拥抱；也不能在你喝醉的时候假装很生气的臭骂一顿，然后再把你带回家；更看不到你面对这么多不可能时的无奈与心酸……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，我是可以体会你的心情的，因为，在你倍受思念痛苦的同时，我和你是一样的，可是我们别无选择亲爱的……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，亲爱的，你怎么不在我身边，电话再甜美，话语再安慰，也不足以应付不能拥抱你的遥远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱，真得这么遥不可及吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请相信我，我会用我的双臂，在你看到我的第一眼时拥你入怀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的，好想好想你，好想好想累的时候能抱抱你……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-3552912628633096939?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/3552912628633096939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=3552912628633096939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3552912628633096939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3552912628633096939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_27.html' title='拥抱'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5896784373512819131</id><published>2010-04-20T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:54:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Other Side of The World</title><content type='html'>I'm currently back in hostel. Will be leaving hostel again at 4am tonight to LCCT airport together with Li-Wei, Thaalitha and Suriya on the taxi we've reserved to go to Kota Kinabalu for the Mental Health Conference held by Asian Medical Student Association of Malaysia. Will be there for 5days 4nights. Hopefully there're international students where we can get to know more. =) Too bad though that Michael's not going. Mainly coz the participation fee's very expensive. So is the airplane ticket. I can understand it very much. Geographically so near yet we can't meet each other. Not even calling each other. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I just miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently am still stuck in the Music Therapy topic of our special study module. BOO to the stupid Dean for suggesting such a thing!! *blerkz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5896784373512819131?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5896784373512819131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5896784373512819131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5896784373512819131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5896784373512819131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-other-side-of-world.html' title='To The Other Side of The World'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-3422778784151982460</id><published>2010-04-18T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:58:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stand parting with you</title><content type='html'>The 1st time that no one is waiting up for me to come back to the hostel no matter how late it is.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I walked back straight to my room without misscalling anyone.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I did not say goodnight to someone before going back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I did not try to come back earlier giving my sis lame reasons so that someone would not wait anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I skipped church, not because he's not around, its just that I feel its incomplete without him around me.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I woke up in the morning without getting someone's misscalls.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I walked down to the lobby without someone patiently waiting there for me.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I had meals without you. So I'd rather had none.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time my handphone is so silent without misscalls and messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so miss you, the YOU in Brunei. Lucky there's still something called emails &amp;amp; MSN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-3422778784151982460?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/3422778784151982460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=3422778784151982460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3422778784151982460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/3422778784151982460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-stand-parting-with-you.html' title='Can&apos;t stand parting with you'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-8189320435457260515</id><published>2010-04-17T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:06:14.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone.</title><content type='html'>He has left for Brunei. *sobz* On the 8.45am train to KLIA. Waited there for about 15mins for the train's arrival. But we appreciated those moments. And for the first time, I nearly cried to see someone leaving (except my family). The moment he planted the kiss strongly on my cheeks, I just wanted to cry out and hug him tightly. The upcoming two months seemed so long way away. Sigh. I only slept for 2hours last night but don't feel a bit of tiredness at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Diana's problem's done too! Also borrowed 3 books from the library to start on our assignment's topic: Music Therapy. My group never sit down together and discussed the topic, not to mention not even dividing the jobs among us. Hopeless group. Guess I just do part of it, give them the whole idea and start doing on it lor. Else Dr Tin Tun could have screwed us badly. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euw. Stalker no.2. And that's after Chris. This China guy just love to stick to both of us like an irritating leech. But I don't blame him for that since he has such a guy for a roommate. How boring could that be! The moment he asked me whether I'm having lunch yet or not, I just can't stop myself telling him off that I'll be cooking with my..ahem...roommate. LOL. FYI, Ying Hui's back in her house already. I'm alone in my room these few days. Hehe. =p  I was right. I should have just stay in my room 24/7 to avoid stalkers. Lol. Michael's gone and there's no one I could yell for help already to save me from stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~~ Parents coming over to look for me this Sunday!! Lovely! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-8189320435457260515?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/8189320435457260515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=8189320435457260515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8189320435457260515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/8189320435457260515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/alone.html' title='Alone.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5331674887984540266</id><published>2010-04-17T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:35:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.30a.m.</title><content type='html'>I'm still wide awake. Not exactly though. Feelings very much different compared to yesterday. Today is more like coz I will be missing someone a lot. Someone that I spent almost every second of the day with him for the past 3, almost 4months. And he'll be going back home tomorrow. That means that I'll be left alone in the hostel till next Wed when I leave to go to Kota Kinabalu for the Mental Health Conference held by the Asian Medical Student Association of Malaysia for 5days. Guess I'll just shut myself up in my room and cook my own food. Oh well, my supplies of food has come to its uses. Lol. Its been so long since the last time I cooked my own food. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 5hours, we will be parted.&lt;br /&gt;For two and a half months.&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Two different countries.&lt;br /&gt;And for sure, I will miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I look forward to a new start, new sem in the coming June. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5331674887984540266?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5331674887984540266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5331674887984540266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5331674887984540266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5331674887984540266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/330am.html' title='3.30a.m.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-4513564952570054151</id><published>2010-04-17T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:56:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice song + lyrics by N'Sync =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YJfzG_K230Q&amp;amp;hl=" width="285" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh..yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, can this be real?&lt;br /&gt;How can I put into words what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;My life was complete&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was whole&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I'm losing control?&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that love could feel like this&lt;br /&gt;and you've changed my world with just one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that right here with me&lt;br /&gt;there's an angel?&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a river&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and deep&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is like a secret&lt;br /&gt;That I never could keep&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;God must have spent...&lt;br /&gt;A little more time&lt;br /&gt;On you...&lt;br /&gt;(A little more time, yes he did baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of creation&lt;br /&gt;All things great and small&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that surpasses them all&lt;br /&gt;More precious than&lt;br /&gt;Any diamond or pearl&lt;br /&gt;They broke the mold&lt;br /&gt;When you came in this world&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying hard to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Just how I ever did without&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your smile&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a child&lt;br /&gt;That's deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me purified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a river&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and deep (and deep)&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is like a secret&lt;br /&gt;That I never could keep&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;God must have spent...&lt;br /&gt;A little more time&lt;br /&gt;On you...&lt;br /&gt;(on you, on you, on you, you....on you, on you, on you, you..) ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;(on you, on you, on you, you....on you, on you, on you, you..) yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that love could feel like this&lt;br /&gt;and you changed my world with just one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that right here with me&lt;br /&gt;There's an angel?&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a river&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and deep (peaceful and deep)&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is like a secret&lt;br /&gt;That I never could keep&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;God must have spent...&lt;br /&gt;A little more time&lt;br /&gt;On you...&lt;br /&gt;(on you, on you, on you, you..)&lt;br /&gt;God must have spent...&lt;br /&gt;A little more time&lt;br /&gt;on you&lt;br /&gt;(on you, on you..you....you..oooh..yeah)&lt;br /&gt;A little more time&lt;br /&gt;on you...ohhh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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=)'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-205446391781679508</id><published>2010-04-16T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:48:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stone in my heart suffocating me for the past few days just got lifted up =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I P-A-S-S-E-D MY FINALS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WHEEEeeeee~~ I'm so glad and happy that I can just shout out to the whole world!! I'm now officially a 2nd year student!!! Finally! After a whole year of hard work. I almost cried of happiness. The more I felt like it when I heard my parents also almost cried of happiness. Even Dr Aishah's happy for both me and Jee Wei. =) Love her! Extremely glad too that Michael also passed! Diana did not make it. But 3 of us would be helping her as much as we can so that she'll pass the supplementary paper and make it to 2nd year together with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm wondering how am I gonna explain to my parents about Michael. Hm. As I've promised him that I'll get my parents blessing by acknowleding them about Michael as my bf if my results are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-205446391781679508?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/205446391781679508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=205446391781679508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/205446391781679508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/205446391781679508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/stone-in-my-heart-suffocating-me-for.html' title='The stone in my heart suffocating me for the past few days just got lifted up =)'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-5262559304776974883</id><published>2010-04-16T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T02:49:55.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I hope tomorrow never comes. Sigh. Argh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Michael's right. We should have accepted the results if we were to go for the exams. And we would have expected the results the moment we have the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-5262559304776974883?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/5262559304776974883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=5262559304776974883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5262559304776974883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/5262559304776974883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-6722102949879940292</id><published>2010-04-16T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T02:47:01.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Finals Plans</title><content type='html'>Its one day before the day of release of the results. But who cares? Just enjoy first before facing the reality tomorrow. Though its gonna be so cruel. Urgh. I dread tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday right after the last paper, didn't go anywhere except to retreat to my room and slept. Or else just read my chinese novel. Lol. Since someone's still terribly sick. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, what I did was waking up late although I had a MedicSA meeting at 10am. Lol. Woke up exactly at 10am when Hafizah woke me up saying she only read the email I sent notifying everyone about the meeting. Lucky its an informal one. Went there to discuss about PHC and that's all. *Boring*  What to do...I'm the secretary so I just have to be there. Then afternoon went to play badminton with my gang, which includes Jee Wei. Fun though tiring. At night went with Mike and Ed to Angkasa condo to meet up with the unit owner. Luckily, they signed the contract and is bound to pay the deposit within these few days. So, meaning that they can start moving in starting from June. Lovely!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Woke up at 8am and met up with Michael, Jee Wei and Diana at 9am something where we went to Midvalley together. Main thing is to have Sushi Zanmai (finally!!!) as promised and also to buy Jee's bday present. Missions accomplised. *BIG smiles* Michael also brought stuffs for his family and also bday pressie for his dad. So we ended up leaving Midvalley with tons of plastic bags in our hands. LOL. Best part is: we don't have to get stuck up among the sardine cans with the tons of bags. Why? Coz Chang Wai joined us for dinner and he fetched us back after dinner. *grins* So had dinner at Kim Gary together where we spent most of the time shouting over the table and talking crap non-stop. LOL. Really enjoyed the day, especially spending time with Michael and as this is also considered as the first time we are actually dating!! ^^ Though left Midvalley after spending almost 12hours there and with sore feet from the walking up and down, even sore purses (mine, Jee's &amp;amp; Diana's) and wallet (Michael's) and sore hands from carrying the shopping bags. Oh! And its seriously the 1st time in my entire 21yrs that I went out and spent almost 12hours in a shopping mall, shopping and eating almost all the time, except for the almost 2hours where we just sat at a long bench and to rest our sore feet while waiting for Chang Wai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. In almost 12hours time, results are coming out. I'm kind of confidence that I'll passed. But I know that the higher hopes I have, the more disappointment I can no longer bear. Sigh. Stress lor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I seriously hate shopping!! And almost everytime its me accompanying others to shop instead of for myself. Oh well, I willingly do so, so no point complaining. And I am &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;complaining. Just hate sore feet. Always wonder how can those girls wearing inches high heels walk for hours non-stop just to shop, shop and shop! C-R-A-Z-E-E~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s I'm loving Sushi Zanmai!!! Will go again next time =) Only when we have enough money. LOL. Mine and Jee's principles. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-6722102949879940292?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/6722102949879940292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=6722102949879940292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6722102949879940292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/6722102949879940292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-finals-plans.html' title='Post-Finals Plans'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15006084040275973085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dM1E670inwk/TKCFPOoUFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pk7YIb-m2zg/S220/Jo+%26+Mic+(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735849.post-1847241036698618275</id><published>2010-04-14T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:22:36.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一年之中有12个情人节</title><content type='html'>1月14日：日记情人节/Diary Day&lt;br /&gt;新的一年开始，对自己喜欢的人要有表白的计划，在心中撒下爱情的种子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2月14日：传统情人节/Valentine’s Day&lt;br /&gt;根据西方的传统，喜欢他就快送他巧克力，要赶快哦！因为他不一定只收到你的那块巧克力，在这一天，韩国的女生都会挑选各式各样的精巧包装的巧克力送给自己心仪男生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3月14日：白色情人节/White Day&lt;br /&gt;终于等到这一天了！他也喜欢你吗？还是他只喜欢吃巧克力？今天就会知道了！在送出巧克力的后一个月？韩国女生就能收到同样喜欢自己的男生送出的白色糖果？吃在嘴里感觉…甜蜜蜜哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4月14日：黑色情人节/Black Day&lt;br /&gt;嘻嘻…这个黑色可不是“黑色星期五”的黑色，而是因为韩国的杂酱面是黑色的。他吃了你送的巧克力，你尝他送的糖，那么一起去吃杂酱面吧！粘糊糊的酱，拉不断的面…在传统的味道里，两人的心也可以在一起了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5月14日：玫瑰情人节/Rose Day&lt;br /&gt;在一起也有一段时间了，他是真的喜欢你吗？他真的是你要寻找的那一半吗？应该表白一下啦。不好意思？没关系，在韩国你只要在今天买玫瑰花送给对方就OK了！在韩国，玫瑰代表的含义；&lt;br /&gt;白色玫瑰 - 一般朋友&lt;br /&gt;黄色玫瑰 - 知己&lt;br /&gt;红色玫瑰 - 爱人&lt;br /&gt;不用猜,你一定要送红色玫瑰.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6月14号：亲亲情人节/Kiss Day&lt;br /&gt;你也收到了他的红玫瑰？恭喜你了，因为你们马上就要KISS了！好期待吧！这天在韩国的大街看到别人在KISS，不用回避。因为是KISS DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7月14日：银色情人节/Silver Day&lt;br /&gt;因为韩国传统习俗是用银戒指订婚，所以今天起买一对银色戒指，戴在手上，作为甜蜜心情的见证吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8月14日：绿色情人节/ Green Day&lt;br /&gt;8月夏天是韩国最绿的时候，相爱的人们成双成对地去郊游，爬山涉水感受大自然，就象即将携手走过爱情一样.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9月14日：相片情人节/Music&amp;amp;Photo Day&lt;br /&gt;练了好久的情歌今天终于登场啦!虽然五音不全,但是用心听就有会心的笑容.快!用相机拍下这灿烂、充满甜蜜的微笑,和干果的秋天一样的美丽！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10月14日：葡萄酒情人节/Wine Day&lt;br /&gt;哇~好浪漫！烛光下晃动着深红的葡萄酒,爱情也一样要用心慢慢品味!稍等一下!韩国法律规定19岁以下的青少年不准喝酒…那就改喝果汁吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11月14日：电影情人节/ Orang&amp;amp;Movie Day&lt;br /&gt;今天晚上有空吗？最近有一部电影很红哦，一起去看吧！什么电影啊…好啦，手牵手去电影院，记得买橙汁哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12月14日：拥抱情人节/Hug Day&lt;br /&gt;一年了，你们仍然相爱，看着天空飘着漫天飞舞的雪花，相爱的人在大街上拥抱在一起，永远也不知道寒冷！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735849-1847241036698618275?l=joanneho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneho.blogspot.com/feeds/1847241036698618275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735849&amp;postID=1847241036698618275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1847241036698618275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735849/posts/default/1847241036698618275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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