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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8829864598384328175</id><published>2009-09-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:00:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEEKING THE LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;I needa start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Http://thlove.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I created that as a name of The Love of God since years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8829864598384328175?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8829864598384328175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8829864598384328175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8829864598384328175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8829864598384328175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/seeking-lord.html' title='SEEKING THE LORD'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8668248029288719129</id><published>2009-09-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:15:08.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even in darkness, God's light shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpj3daBwTE1qzal4bo1_500.jpg" style="width: 384px; height: 289px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wanna be as happy as last time&lt;br /&gt;and post love quotes that I truly mean it&lt;br /&gt;and when it's all about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, ss paper today was kansmdknjs. Listening compre was also quite tricky. HOPEFULLY GET FULL MARKS. I kinda love 92.4fm since young. I am so sorry if you think it made you felt sleepy. I enjoy it. Ha ha ha. It's my dad's influence :) Anyway, we went to Vari Nice to eat after listening, and I had Tom Yumm. Hehe. Then we headed back to school library to start studying for ss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, SS paper was shocking. SBQ turnt out to be decontextualised. and it's the topic I really don't want it to be at SBQ - conflicts :( It's some unknown country called Kenya. SOUND REALLY LIKE KENTUCKEY TO ME LOR :(  Then SEQ was healthcare, globalisation and det + dip. I had a last minute u-turn to pick det and dip. Woah, thank God everything was still in my head. Like even though I never really study after I thought it was super difficult to understand the question, I still remember :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, God showed me how he could turn things around and to let me know that he makes all things possible :) Really, praise God in all circumstances. I love how God teach me in certains way. Like how he made me felt so insecure for the past few days, well, not as if I am fully well now. But I know God is just teaching me new stuff through this second wave period :) Though it's a tough process, we all will hang on together right? Because I know that God had placed really awesome friends around me to guide me and give me support :) Yay, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8668248029288719129?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8668248029288719129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8668248029288719129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8668248029288719129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8668248029288719129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/even-in-darkness-gods-light-shine.html' title='Even in darkness, God&apos;s light shine'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3314240420407053366</id><published>2009-09-07T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:25:11.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came to my rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling on my knees in worship,&lt;br /&gt;Giving all I am to seek Your face,&lt;br /&gt;Lord all I am is is Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life,&lt;br /&gt;I place in Your hands,&lt;br /&gt;God of mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Humbled I bow down,&lt;br /&gt;In your presence at Your throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called You answered,&lt;br /&gt;And You came to my rescue and I,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life be lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;In our world be lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;In our love be lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because only God can help me out of this.&lt;br /&gt;Because only God knows how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Because only God love me that much.&lt;br /&gt;Because we need God in the center of our relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the manageable paper today, hopefully I can aced it.&lt;br /&gt;Continue praying for SS paper tomorrow, I read through some sample question on Dip and Det, it suck srsly. I memorised the whole chapter already but I can't seems to understand any of the question. My backup is Conflicts, pray hard that it will come out cause I am so sure that Healthcare is gonna come out at SBQ (haha, don't trust me plz) Yah. Gonna camp in school from 830 till 2 to continue mugging ss. Can't wait for tomorrow to end. AT LEAST no more ss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan's been really unstable this few days, she doesn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Need God. Need God. Need God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Friday. Nana's birthday party and all the way to the west &amp;quot;START AT 6 SOMEMORE&amp;quot; -quoted Sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;and also Sweetheart day before nana's and alisa's birthday party :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-3314240420407053366?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3314240420407053366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3314240420407053366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3314240420407053366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3314240420407053366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/came-to-my-rescue.html' title='Came to my rescue'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4175142048293548418</id><published>2009-09-06T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:37:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact is I live in self denial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs185.snc1/6175_127425627846_523937846_2318512_6138684_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;And sometimes you make me so mad that I want to throw you in the middle of on-going traffic, but then I realize I would probably kill myself trying to save you.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a productive 4 and half hour of study date today with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna move on to chinese after dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First paper tomorrow, -gasp!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4175142048293548418?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4175142048293548418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4175142048293548418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4175142048293548418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4175142048293548418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fact-is-i-live-in-self-denial.html' title='Fact is I live in self denial.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3743408468794358875</id><published>2009-09-06T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:01:37.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="(by summerskyyy)" src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpdyomy5gJ1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just need someone to tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I miss something too much I don't know what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of this stupid vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-3743408468794358875?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3743408468794358875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3743408468794358875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3743408468794358875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3743408468794358875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/spell.html' title='Spell'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2003940281181887977</id><published>2009-09-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:52:43.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL YOUTH SERVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 days have been rather burdened and troubled. Sigh, I haven't come to the real decision yet. I wonder why. And it's making me kinda doubting..... Flashback of awesome memories sucks. If you get what I mean, because it has all became &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;. Well, today was rushy. It's unhealthy after massive dance and not do any warm down stretching than rush to church. It's kinda of scary when you get back the feeling of 1 year back when my parents got save. And then deep in my heart I know God is gonna surprise me with some good stuff. Indeed :) Praise God. However, still had the burden in me right after service. Just the really insecure feeling, either because of something or exams. Partly exams I guess, it's seriously my first time feeling this stress because of exams. &amp; for the first time I had no mood for cell games. Even pammie asked me why am I so quiet. Then I decided to isolate myself to the atrium to study. Pam joined and later on Joanne came out. It was rather productive, I managed to memorise the whole chap on det and dip fully. Moving on to healthcare and conflicts tmr. I needa ace Chinese, I needa at least get a 2 or 3 for english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for being whiney and irritating for this period of time. Can't help it. Srly. Maybe this is my way of releasing stress apart from eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2003940281181887977?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2003940281181887977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2003940281181887977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2003940281181887977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2003940281181887977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-youth-service.html' title='SPECIAL YOUTH SERVICE'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6102309105556100753</id><published>2009-09-05T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:31:27.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="media" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/y7wUNmlThr1uxfofUGH1DuCco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I want a boy I can&amp;rsquo;t get enough of. He would read my favorite books and watch my favorite movies, just to talk about them with me. He would get me so mad I can&amp;rsquo;t even think and then&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; kiss me out of no where&lt;/span&gt;. He would laugh at all my jokes, no matter how stupid they are, and pretend to like my friends, even though we both know they&amp;rsquo;re the biggest losers ever. He would&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; hold me when I cry&lt;/span&gt;, and he&amp;rsquo;d know when I say I&amp;rsquo;m cold, I really just want him to hold me. He would hold open doors for strangers, and would &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;never miss the chance to hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;. He would give me hugs and tell me jokes that aren&amp;rsquo;t really funny, but make me laugh anyway, and he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t put up with my bullshit. He&amp;rsquo;d &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;teach me how to play sports&lt;/span&gt; and watch Grey&amp;rsquo;s Anatomy with me. He&amp;rsquo;d watch movies with me that we both know by heart, and we&amp;rsquo;d recite every line. He would tell me I&amp;rsquo;m pretty, but not too often, and surprise me with notes in my locker, or &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;25 cent rings.&lt;/span&gt; He would walk with me outside, even when it&amp;rsquo;s cold, and &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;know what to say to make me feel better&lt;/span&gt;. He would &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;help me study when i have a test,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;never make me cry on purpose&lt;/span&gt;. He wouldn&amp;rsquo;t mind when I &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;talk during movies&lt;/span&gt;, or interrupt his stories. He&amp;rsquo;d become&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; friends with my family&lt;/span&gt; and have dinner with us. He wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be embarrassed to&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; kiss me or tell me he loves me&lt;/span&gt;, ever, and he would let me buy him stuff when i feel like it, and listen to the music I like, even if he thinks it sucks, and he would share his music with me. He would have &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;snowball fights&lt;/span&gt; with me in the winter, and &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;water balloon fights&lt;/span&gt; in the summer. He would go to the beach with me, and when I&amp;rsquo;m tired he&amp;rsquo;d let me fall asleep in his arms. He would &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;always know how to make me smile&lt;/span&gt;, and he would&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; sing to me&lt;/span&gt;. He would&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; call me just to say hi&lt;/span&gt;, or to &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tell me he was thinking of me&lt;/span&gt;. He would tell me his secrets, and let me tell him mine. He would be my &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;, and he would&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; never, ever break my heart.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6102309105556100753?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6102309105556100753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6102309105556100753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6102309105556100753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6102309105556100753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream-boy.html' title='Dream boy.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6526235963831606146</id><published>2009-09-03T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:32:28.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want me, then fight for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want someone to share my secrets with, someone to talk to late at night when I can&amp;rsquo;t sleep, someone who feels comfortable around my family, someone to comfort me when I&amp;rsquo;m scared, to hold me when I&amp;rsquo;m sad, someone who doesn&amp;rsquo;t need to say that he loves me for me to know it&amp;rsquo;s true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="media"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 270px;" src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_komqweNH281qzal4bo1_500.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want someone who would call back when I hung up on you and for grabbing my arm when I started to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, exams driving me crazy making me really cranky, especially after my nap.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dying, my room is turning into a pig sty. &amp;amp; I've been neglecting friends :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 6 periods of ss today in school, hours of revision on ss today at home.&lt;br /&gt;I had 4 period of sciences. Thank God there's no Maths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks for staying by me, I love you!&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/8439336797909224687-6526235963831606146?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6526235963831606146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6526235963831606146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6526235963831606146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6526235963831606146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-want-me-then-fight-for-me.html' title='If you want me, then fight for me.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4417047080924252744</id><published>2009-09-03T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:14:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 periods of SS kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me it's gonna be alright.&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/8439336797909224687-4417047080924252744?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4417047080924252744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4417047080924252744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4417047080924252744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4417047080924252744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-periods-of-ss-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3944457548056646380</id><published>2009-09-02T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:15:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen/ read and come across so many love quotes.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of a few that I love the most that defines love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&amp;quot;Love reminds you that nothing else matters in every&lt;br /&gt;living thing, there is a desire for love. never be afraid&lt;br /&gt;to fall in love; it may hurt a lot &amp;amp; it may give you aches&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pains but if you don`t follow your heart in the end,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to cry even more for not giving love a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Love is being happy for the other person when they`re&lt;br /&gt;happy, being sad for the other person when they`re sad,&lt;br /&gt;being together in good times&amp;hellip;and being together in bad&lt;br /&gt;times. Love is the source of strength. Love is being&lt;br /&gt;honest with yourself at all times, and being honest with&lt;br /&gt;the other person at all times. It's telling, listening to &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;respecting the truth, and never pretending. Love is the&lt;br /&gt;source of reality. Love is an understanding that is so&lt;br /&gt;complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other&lt;br /&gt;person, accepting the other person just the way they are&lt;br /&gt;and not trying to change them to be something else.&lt;br /&gt;Love is unity. Love is the excitement of planning things&lt;br /&gt;together &amp;amp; the excitement of doing things together. Love&lt;br /&gt;is the source of the future.  Love is the fury of the storm,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the calm of the rainbow. Love is the source of passion. &lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing that the other person will always be with&lt;br /&gt;you, regardless of what happens. It`s missing the other&lt;br /&gt;person when they`re away, but remaining near in heart at&lt;br /&gt;all times. Love is security. Love is life.&amp;quot;&lt;/big&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/8439336797909224687-3944457548056646380?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3944457548056646380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3944457548056646380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3944457548056646380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3944457548056646380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6285651262833040686</id><published>2009-09-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:02:35.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is magic until it becomes routine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you also know she has 7 laughs? One when something really makes her laugh. One when she's making plans. One when she is laughing out of politeness. One when she is uncomfortable. One when she is making fun of herself. One when shes having fun with her friends. And one when she is thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, school's been great especially F&amp;amp;N. We had a really productive study session on our own for 4 periods. I am so proud of myself. I actually memorised the whole chunk of notes. I hate memorising Dietary fibre because it's about shit. Suddenly, I felt like vomiting. Honest! Okay, everything was alright for the past few days. Exams in 5 days time. I can't believe I am so affected by it, I needa go back on my notes after this. Anyway, I saw this post somewhere! Read it if you like ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 THINGS GIRLS DON'T NOTICE ABOUT GUYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep they always think about the girl they truly care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guys are more emotional then you think if they loved you at one point it takes them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they arent with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl&amp;rsquo;s smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like &amp;ldquo;You know what uh&amp;hellip;never mind&amp;hellip;..&amp;rdquo; would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking and he&amp;rsquo;ll assume he did something wrong and he&amp;rsquo;ll obsess about it trying to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. you don&amp;rsquo;t need to give advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he&amp;rsquo;s definitely thinking something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl&amp;rsquo;s mind for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)No guy can handle all his problems on his own He&amp;rsquo;s just too stubborn to admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Not all guys are rude! Just because one is rude doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean he represents all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to talk to you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credit to Sundaybest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6285651262833040686?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6285651262833040686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6285651262833040686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6285651262833040686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6285651262833040686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-is-magic-until-it-becomes.html' title='Everything is magic until it becomes routine.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8799867643394706777</id><published>2009-08-31T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:10:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="zoomed-out" class="shadow"&gt;WHY AM I MISSING SO MANY THINGS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" width="300" alt="" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs12/300W/f/2006/321/a/2/beach_by_mmpezzotti.jpg" collect_fullview="43207704" ondragstart="if (navigator.cpuClass)return false" id="zoomed-in-image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="zoomed-out" class="shadow" style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.net/shadow/alpha-000000/2.6667-0.35/300/300/logo3.png);"&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="300" alt="" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs46/300W/i/2009/181/4/2/Fly__A_Kite_by_Eibo_Jeddah.jpg" collect_fullview="127763472" ondragstart="if (navigator.cpuClass)return false" id="zoomed-in-image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="zoomed-out" class="shadow" style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.net/shadow/alpha-000000/2.6667-0.35/300/300/logo3.png);"&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="300" alt="" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs10/300W/i/2006/076/9/3/theme_park__by_blossomgloss.jpg" collect_fullview="30504971" ondragstart="if (navigator.cpuClass)return false" id="zoomed-in-image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="zoomed-out" class="shadow" style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.net/shadow/alpha-000000/2.6667-0.35/300/225/logo3.png);"&gt;&lt;img height="225" width="300" alt="" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/348/8/6/roses_by_NotYourBabyDoll.jpg" collect_fullview="13155717" ondragstart="if (navigator.cpuClass)return false" id="zoomed-in-image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: none ! important;" id="zoomed-in" class="shadow"&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="400" alt="" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs34/i/2009/080/9/e/Balloons__by_xTive.jpg" collect_fullview="102272755" ondragstart="if (navigator.cpuClass)return false" id="zoomed-in-image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="zoomed-out" class="shadow" style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.net/shadow/alpha-000000/2.6667-0.35/300/225/logo3.png);"&gt;&lt;img height="225" width="300" alt="" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs21/300W/f/2007/305/b/9/Ballet_by_rivale.jpg" collect_fullview="68723052" ondragstart="if (navigator.cpuClass)return false" id="zoomed-in-image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8799867643394706777?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8799867643394706777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8799867643394706777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8799867643394706777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8799867643394706777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-am-i-missing-so-many-things-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-7250366941417615849</id><published>2009-08-31T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:05:38.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty bed and vacant heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in 7 days time and I am not fully prepared :( Recently, I've been feeling really really tired. Physically and mentally. Just tired, like as if I'd studied for a super long period of time and I can barely start to study again. I have been forcing myself to study and study but at the rate I am going, I can never finish all the things I need to know in a week time :( It's some stress I'd never really felt before and I hate it :( Today, on my way back home I was wondering, how did I even go through my PSLE period. That's the last major exam I took. Then I realised, it's as we grow older, we feel the stress more. Because when we're younger, we didn't really think THAT much. &amp; I am so scared that, what if I do as badly as my prelim. I can't go up to Sec 5. I am really scared. I am so afraid that I might flunk my humans, science or F&amp;N. That's my backup subjects and just nice ALL 3 of them for me have to depend on LUCK. Which suck, srly :( If the paper gets tough, I am SO gonna die. To think of it, I HAVE NOTHING GOOD. I really have to pray hard that my language papers will be easy. I have to pray hard that my compo topics for both chinese and english will be easy. Languages are my only hope....... If I get a 3 or 4 for any of them I will just cry :( Srly......... This exam kinda dragged too long..... It's not like some EOY we usually have for the past few years. This, the stress starts so much earlier and the exam drags for more than a month, and it had made me really tired already. I hate to feel like a loser to feel tired so quickly when my real N level haven't even start.. Sigh, sometimes I feel really hopeless and helpless to see myself stress but yet do nothing about it and I don't know but I got the holiday mood coming to me now, thanks to prelims. But somehow, nobody understands how I feel :( I wanna cry talking to my mom just now but she just don't understand. My head hurts so much now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-7250366941417615849?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/7250366941417615849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=7250366941417615849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7250366941417615849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7250366941417615849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty-bed-and-vacant-heart.html' title='Empty bed and vacant heart.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2462724000950881771</id><published>2009-08-30T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:41:20.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere, they’re in each other all along.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sweet night and our chemistry make my rapid heart beat naturally. And our organic minds, while the others climb, we contemplate what is time. The night is dark, and the lights are low, but the laughter rises, and continues so. Time flies by. Lie on the porch with my head in your lap. This is a simple combination that makes me so happy. And these could be the happiest days of my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a really happy girl lately, and it's making me scared when life's so good!&lt;br /&gt;Hope this continues :) This weekend was really awesomely spent even though it's really tiring! I woke up at 7 on Saturday and Sunday!!! Thanks to my body alarm :( So today, I spent my morning sitting by my table and slowly get things done to meet to study. Dad drove me to Tampines on his way to church. Apparently, he actually forgot that I was in the car and he turn into the highway towards dte. Hahahha. So I walked around while waiting. Then we headed to macs!! Finally, I ate shaker fries after so long! Subsequently, we moved on to our work then we started talking about God!!!!! We spent like half of the time talking about it and......... I ended up only covering FTA :( Time's up and we trained to church! On our way we bought flowers for Sam's baptism and we walked in the rain :( It was so cold and our hair was wet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptism service was good but too cold! Heheh. So proud of Jireh for sharing his testimony! It was awesome and really brave of him :) So all the screaming, supporting, woo-ing was going on. Supposingly to study with Sherwyn after baptism but I was really really very tired. SORRY :( WAH, I tell you........ Sam's brothers are the naughtiest and rudiest kids EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam: &lt;/span&gt;Call her Joan jie jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bro:&lt;/span&gt; Hi Joan ugly jie jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; So, how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bro:&lt;/span&gt; WHY MUST YOU BE SUCH A BUSY BODY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Sucker, no? I WONDER HOW YOU CAN STAND YOUR 2 IRRITATING BROTHERS MAN. And I come to realise IT'S A GENES. No wonder you're so irritating, JUST LIKE UR BROS.  They even burst all her balloons............ Omg. Hahhahaha. See, I told you kids ARE irritating. Sigh, so adorable BUT IRRITATING. Super scary right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys had tap of war. Tap like crazy, table kept shaking. We took the church bus out to pasir ris. So cool, like some school bus!! Back to primary school! Then had ice cream with Sam and Sherwyn @ macs before going home........... Trained home with sherwyn and I drop dead on my bed for  2 hours. Zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh reminds me of Saturday when Cheeyann was teaching me SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, cheeyann, you got A1 for SS right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheeyann: &lt;/span&gt;Yup, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun:&lt;/span&gt; You got brainwashed by the government lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun: &lt;/span&gt;SS all propaganda one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; LOLOLOL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;AND FINALLY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;CONGRATS TO SAMANTHA DELINA SEAH FOR YOUR BAPTISM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1090067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/P1090067.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;I WONDER WHY I STILL LOVE YOU SO MUCH DESPITE YOU BEING SO UNGLAM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1090069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/P1090069.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;NEVERMIND, KISS YOU BACK. HAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also to 7 of my cell mates!!&lt;br /&gt;Jireh, Amelia, Rachel, Jiaru, Nicholas, Ernest, Shuling!!&lt;br /&gt;C2 so proud of you guys, continue to keep the fire burning and stand firm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2462724000950881771?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2462724000950881771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2462724000950881771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2462724000950881771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2462724000950881771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovers-dont-finally-meet-somewhere.html' title='Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere, they’re in each other all along.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2090977054003703160</id><published>2009-08-30T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:47:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v285/221/111/567051840/n567051840_885607_8447.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam tagged me in this photo last night. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I was so so shocked. I think this was last year's True Love Waits.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, look at my fat face!!!!!! &amp;amp; My long curly hair.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, off to sleep! Post about baptism service + my sunday morning later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2090977054003703160?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2090977054003703160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2090977054003703160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2090977054003703160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2090977054003703160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sam-tagged-me-in-this-photo-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5754986687911293521</id><published>2009-08-30T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:52:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="postcont"&gt;              &lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/toppywear2.jpg" style="width: 530px; height: 398px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ The average person tells 4 lies a day, or 1460 a year a total of 88,000 by the age of 60. And the most common lie is: I’m fine. ”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good, breakfast @ macs and we studied........ &amp;amp; somebody anyhow take photos of me!!! and anyhow scribble on my books!!!!!!!! write on my paper when I go toilet!!!!!! But we had so much fun studying :) Then I headed for dance subsequently. OHHHHHHHH, I had the worst train ride ever on my way to church after dance :( I was already so tired as in, panting, perspiring and legs pain after dance :( Then the train was crowded..... nevermind...... but then....... it suddenly STOPPED half way inbetween Kallang and Aljunied :( Then we ALL had to get out of the train at Aljunied. Can you imagine the whole lot of people in the train getting out, and then going in to the next train already with a lot of people? Get the picture? I was so afraid that I will be late for church + sam waiting for me at ws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God both of us wasn't very late for church, sermon was awesome. At first I really thought it would be super boring cause he really sounded abit boring for youths. Haha, but in the end it was really good!! But PJ will be leaving which was a really sad news :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner @ dte and cell was good. Cheeyann taught me SS!! He made it sound so simple, I likeeeeeeeeee :) Of course lah, he got 7 distinction for O LEVELS. Wthr!? Wonder how people does that......... Going home part was really fun together with Vernette, Sam, Zs, Jon, Joanne and Jae. Hahahahha. Waited for my dad @ whitesand. Rocks to have dad to pick me up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's baptism service + study with son, hope morning can study too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5754986687911293521?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5754986687911293521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5754986687911293521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5754986687911293521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5754986687911293521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-why-do-we-choose-boys-that-are.html' title='So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5109699400345086561</id><published>2009-08-28T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:06:18.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the finest thing that I've done, the hurricane I'll never outrun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;I&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;you came into my life and I thought, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, you know, this could be something.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture209.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I still believe very much in untainted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture210.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unchanging,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture229.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture264.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture242.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the heartbreak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture240.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture241.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the disappointment that follows each mismatch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture258.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture259.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never failed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture239.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture243.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pick myself right back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture250.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture251.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dive into yet another dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture278.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture277.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just I've seen rainbows without the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/retards1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the ground shake as I prayed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/retards2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've witnessed light shine from darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i1014.photobucket.com/albums/af265/joanfaithy/Picture208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I've concluded that true love must be out there waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, so that was my day after school :)&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to be @ Baybeats now but so unfortunately we got things on :( So we decided to just head for lunch @ Marina. We had pizza hut :) :) :) I am still full after eating for like 7 hours......... I wonder why. But it was definitely a good time together with Yant, Yuexing and Mel :) Mel just can't stop blabbering nonsense and calling me Johnny :( Thanks to MdmSiti :( Nevermind.......... she promised to change, I HOPE. Then we roamed around Marina. Marina is a good place to chill out but it's very very cold :( I had my vanilla ice cream. Likey :) Made our way home subsequently. Yuexing's a gregarious girl! &amp;quot;It feels like I'd just came out&amp;quot; Hahahah. Okay.......... I'm gonna have breakie tomorrow then study together. Dance and church then! :) Oh, heard that it's Zone gathering tomorrow! It's been so so so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the photos of me very funny cause I.................... I just like to make funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love all of them :) &amp;amp; Best, we can watch baybeats together another time k! Cheer up!! Love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND HOPE KELE IS GOING CHURCH TMR cause side gate will be close............... Did you all receive the Broadcast message? &lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5109699400345086561?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5109699400345086561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5109699400345086561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5109699400345086561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5109699400345086561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-finest-thing-that-ive-done.html' title='You&apos;re the finest thing that I&apos;ve done, the hurricane I&apos;ll never outrun.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-456383557196676066</id><published>2009-08-27T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:57:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYOB!!</title><content type='html'>I hate stalkers. Now, they make me hate blogger and miss livejournal....&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why stalkers goes around stalking people's blog then make hell lots of comment about it. Some people just can't mind their own business. Especially when it is lame comments. &amp; who cares if you have a crush on me or not. I mean............... I don't even give a damn to you. Better off if you don't like me. HA HA HA. I like to whine, I like to do work as and when I like, I like to have fun with my friends, and you don't have to care anything about my life because you're not even near my social circle. Or, do I even know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Ah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;School rocks today because I like SS class in the serious way and teacher marked our work which is awesome!! It's been so long since we have an assignment that is marked by TEACHERS. We had 4 periods of ss and 4 periods of sciences today. So awesome. I kinda come to realise that I REALLY NEED TO START STUDYING or not I can don't think of going up to Sec5. K bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The fluttering in the stomach goes away, and the dull waking pain. Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said that was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me, that with the hurt and the mess comes a shaft of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-456383557196676066?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/456383557196676066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=456383557196676066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/456383557196676066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/456383557196676066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/myob.html' title='MYOB!!'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6533993974389800550</id><published>2009-08-26T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:31:48.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 words women use &amp; how to decode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 WORDS WOMEN USE &amp;amp; HOW TO DECODE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine:&lt;/span&gt; This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/b&gt;: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing&lt;/b&gt;: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes . Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/b&gt;: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;oud Sigh&lt;/b&gt;: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;That’s Okay&lt;/b&gt;: This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks&lt;/b&gt;: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says ‘Thanks a lot’ - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say ‘you’re welcome’ … that will bring on a ‘whatever’).&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Whatever&lt;/b&gt;: Is a women’s way of saying FUCK YOU!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Don’t worry about it, I got it&lt;/b&gt;: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response refer to 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credit: Sundaybest@tumblr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHA I THINK IT'S QUITE TRUE FOR SOME............... OK, MAYBE YAH FOR MOST. I think all guys should read more books to understand girls. Haha yeah, maybe for girls too.  Okay now, really needa get some sleep before I fall asleep in class tomorrow. Nighty everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6533993974389800550?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6533993974389800550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6533993974389800550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6533993974389800550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6533993974389800550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/9-words-women-use-how-to-decode.html' title='9 words women use &amp; how to decode.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4125859103794608697</id><published>2009-08-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:13:51.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your voice sounds like heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/no18.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP was awesome. Best cartoon movie for this year I suppose :)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really like the 3D except one part I REALLY kinda dodge away from something that is flying towards me. Wth right........... We only had 5 minutes to finish our dinner @ subway, in the end we hide all the food in our bags and smuggle into the cinema with that big glasses. AWMAN, I STILL THINK UP VERY TOUCHING :( I cried............................ HAHA. Ok, I heard a girl weeping.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a weird day because I felt so since the start of the day when my Ipod decided to die on me half way to school. Memories from like 3 years back came haunting me. IT WAS FREAKY. I wonder why........ MUST BE THAT CHINESE SONG I OVERHEARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dad's birthday in a few minutes time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4125859103794608697?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4125859103794608697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4125859103794608697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4125859103794608697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4125859103794608697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-voice-sounds-like-heartbreak.html' title='your voice sounds like heartbreak.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6381393816107446429</id><published>2009-08-25T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:15:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore flyers with family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;big&gt;Just because we're separated by miles&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean you're not the one that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean we can't be together&lt;br /&gt;because you'll be in my heart forever&lt;/big&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080970.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080973.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080995.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080968.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080996.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090011-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080981.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/aaaaaa.jpg" alt="Photobucket" width="300" border="0" height="400"&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/aaaaaa.jpg" width="300" border="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Singapore Flyers with family :) Everyone agrees that it's boring, like seriously. But dad got free tickets from cell mates, unfortunately we didn't manage to get the whole capsule to ourselves :( Camera nearly died on me, there's something wrong with my charger! :( I need a new camera badly.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Ballet Concert tomorrow :( But we're gonna watch 3D Up, hope nothing goes wrong tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"There would be no good days, if there weren't any bad ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6381393816107446429?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6381393816107446429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6381393816107446429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6381393816107446429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6381393816107446429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/singapore-flyers-with-family.html' title='Singapore flyers with family!'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-7129701179349133520</id><published>2009-08-24T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:39:38.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love notes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today, I received a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/heart1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somebody drew me a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/heart2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/heart4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scribbled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/heart5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-7129701179349133520?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/7129701179349133520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=7129701179349133520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7129701179349133520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7129701179349133520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-notes.html' title='Love notes.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3813049698713646854</id><published>2009-08-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:53:17.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/combine1st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/cats1.jpg" style="width: 380px; height: 380px;" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/catsj.jpg" style="width: 380px; height: 380px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;You want a man who will lead you down the beach just so you can discover the feel of sand beneath your feet. You want a guy who will wake you up at dawn bursting to talk to you because he can't wait another minute just to find out what you're going to say.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, I was so bored I played with my webcam and photoscape again...............&lt;br /&gt;Joanne thinks the first photo looks scary. Hahahha but I likey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I AM SO SUPPOSE TO BE STUDYING :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will start studying at 9 but........ I left my ss textb in school. Sucks............ Maybe I should go and do Science....................... Yeahhhhhh.  I kinda like school now except the fact that there's BOYS in class. I hate BOYS in class when they're so noisyyyyyy. And I am sitting right infront of them. Sigh.......... I HATE DIRTY TALKS TOO. HAHAHAH. Seriously...... cannot stand it...... I will quickly plug into my ipod when I hear them!!!!! HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!!! I am going to take Flyers with my family tomorrow :&amp;gt; So happy......&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday might be ballet concert with B!  Thursday will be my dad's surprise birthday party! Mom planned it and they will be inviting some of the cell member plus their pastor! Woo. I hope my dad will be surprised :) :) :) Everytime when Fathers' / Mothers' day or their birthday comes I needa think of some nice bible verse for them. PLUS needa search the chinese version online and write it to them!! Hahah. Any idea what to write?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, I HATE TIME PASSING SO FAST CAUSE EXAMS ARE REALLY NEAR AND I AM SCARED CAUSE I HAVE YET TO FEEL THAT SUPER STRESS FEELING :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;I needa do REALLY well for languages cause it's my only hope.........  &lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to be so careless on SS like what I did during Prelims. I waste like ONE grade :(&lt;br /&gt;I can't be so lazy and give up on Maths like what I did for Prelims!!!! My friends wanna smack me :(&lt;br /&gt;I mug all the way till the end of N level and not give up on the last few pers!!! (F&amp;amp;N and POA last 2 leh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH SOMETIMES I FEEL THAT I AM TOO LAZY TO USE MY BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;I AM TOO LAZY TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS PROCRASTINATE&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST LOUSY :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-3813049698713646854?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3813049698713646854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3813049698713646854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3813049698713646854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3813049698713646854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-torn-to-do-what-i-have-to-to-make.html' title='I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5835163042450926089</id><published>2009-08-24T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:46:08.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“He who has a why can endure any how.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;Sometimes you just feel everything and nothing all at once. Sometimes you will find yourself smiling while missing something at the same time. At times you can absolutely love a person, while all the while wanting to hate them. Life comes without guarantees. Except that smiling will brighten your face, laughing will enhance your eyes, and falling in love will change your life.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080916.jpg" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" /&gt;  &lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080919.jpg" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080913.jpg" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" /&gt;  &lt;img border="0" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080917.jpg" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 380px; height: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having fun around with Photoscape. Funnnnnnnnn :)&lt;br /&gt; Oh and the magnifying glass belongs to Joanne! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was normal. It's officially 2 more weeks to N levels :( :( :( :( :(  &lt;br /&gt;I WONDER WHY, BUT I AM SO BROKE :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, continue to my resting + bejeweled than study!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5835163042450926089?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5835163042450926089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5835163042450926089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5835163042450926089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5835163042450926089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-who-has-why-can-endure-any-how.html' title='“He who has a why can endure any how.”'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4454688386254215528</id><published>2009-08-23T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:53:27.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm searching for a reason to hold on. But I know there's a new light with every dawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;quot;There would be no good days, if there weren't any bad ones. The sky wouldn't be blue, if it were never black. Sometimes you need to fall halfway down the mountain to find the trail that will lead you straight to the top.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was Sweetheart Sunday again! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Bus to Joanne's house, I nearly missed the stop!! Cause she didn't reply my msg!! So we sat down and before we even started studying, it starts to rain cats and dogs!! So we couldn't study, trapped under the umbrella and can't swim :( So......... we continued taking photos + a video on Hot and Cold. It's super funny but too soft!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up to her house and then came down again when the rain stop, we swammmmmmm for very little while and packed to sauna. hahaha. we had a hard time adjusting the temperature and everything. We studied while waiting for the temperature to be set up. We went inside and waited for super long till we started perspiring!!!!!! The worst thing is for me to perspire takes very very long cause I am not so prone to perspire!!! :( :( So, Joanne started to perspire like 15-20 mintues before me. I was like ksmdlsfmkjsnd inside cause no sweat = no lose weight :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards finally droplets of sweat came dropping down. So cooooool, like I was showering. Good good :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;The temperature went up all the way till 60 plus degree. We went out after like 20-30 minutes and outside felt like air-conditionered. &lt;br /&gt;Shower and then uploaded photos then headed down by the pool to study..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched me home! :) &lt;br /&gt;and omg the guard still recognised me!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="360" width="450" alt="" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124455964090_527934090_2585-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG. JOANNE WHERE'RE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU SO BLACK, CANNOT SEE YOU :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="width: 380px; height: 304px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124455909090_527934090_2585106.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="304" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124455914090_527934090_2585107.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not an equation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="304" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124455929090_527934090_2585109.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="304" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124455964090_527934090_2585115.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not a contract,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="304" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124455984090_527934090_2585118.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="304" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124455989090_527934090_2585119.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is not a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="304" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124456034090_527934090_2585126.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="304" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124456039090_527934090_2585127.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the slate under the chalk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124452764090_527934090_2584911.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124452804090_527934090_2584918.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ground that buildings rise, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124452839090_527934090_2584925.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453014090_527934090_2584955.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the oxygen in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453294090_527934090_2585008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453484090_527934090_2585041.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the place you come back to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453384090_527934090_2585025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453449090_527934090_2585036.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter where you're headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453514090_527934090_2585046.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453524090_527934090_2585047.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453534090_527934090_2585049.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453539090_527934090_2585050.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453599090_527934090_2585060.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="285" border="0" width="380" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/5369_124453609090_527934090_2585061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100+ more photos @ facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4454688386254215528?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4454688386254215528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4454688386254215528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4454688386254215528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4454688386254215528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-searching-for-reason-to-hold-on-but.html' title='I&apos;m searching for a reason to hold on. But I know there&apos;s a new light with every dawn.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6053984033319784810</id><published>2009-08-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:52:35.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverlife 18th anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&amp;quot;You have to find something. Something that anchors you, &lt;br /&gt;something that keeps you looking forward. Even on the bad days, &lt;br /&gt;the days when you're tempted to look back.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance today was okkkkkkkk, i like the feeling when my legs tremble after dancing. Hahah, it means you really did a lot of dancing! I kept panting after I finish, changed and rushed to mrt. Hahah, I was looking around for Kele but didn't see her! So I thought she wasn't going to church. Till she call me when she saw me at the platform! So we took train together to Bedok and Dad drove us to church together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the church 18th Anniversary! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Videos was awesome, I think sermon was good too. That little boy very cuteeeeeeee. But there wasn't any birthday song or cakes :( Like....... unlike the past few years :( So disappointed. But everything was good...... Just that church got so little people after that and it's so weird. I had chicken rice for dinner but I ate only half of it &amp;amp; I shared with Sweetheart the rest of it. Not bad right me ;) I practise what I preach!!! Sharing is caring and caring is sharing ;) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cell was not bad but kinda...... nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we really studied during cell!!! Joanne &amp;amp; I took out our work to do. I did chinese and she studied geog whereas the rest are doing nothing, small boys playing catching? Lol. Isaac tried to read my answer script and his chinese sucks. Cell kinda ended at 9 and subsequently made my way back with Joanne, chatted on the way back and I trained and bus home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is flooding me with emails cause people kept commenting at the photos Samantha tagged!!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, everywhere I go I bring my chinese book along, shucks.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, THANKS SHERWYN FOR THAT 2 CUTE BADGES :) REALLY CHEER ME UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; CARISSA FOR THAT CARD. THANKS BABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6053984033319784810?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6053984033319784810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6053984033319784810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6053984033319784810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6053984033319784810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/riverlife-18th-anniversary.html' title='Riverlife 18th anniversary!'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4563345704134440385</id><published>2009-08-22T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:06:02.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a mystery of human chemistry, and we just don't understand it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/xxx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cor te reducit.&lt;/span&gt; It means 'the heart leads you back.' It means no matter where you go after you leave this place your heart will always lead you back here. It means there's always a place for you here. And it means I'll always be here for you, too.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I kinda thought of snuckie today again! Well..... it's something I will never forget :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Just now I thought I saw snuckie leh, the dog look like him, but just that the fur longer!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;His tail long or short!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Short!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Omg near your house? Issit still there?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No, I saw it at ws! I think it's snuckie, plus the fur colour same!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope it's really Snuckie. At least he's safe and sound now :) &amp;amp; I told my mom about it and we kinda talked about our next puppy. We want it to be the same breed, colour and......... same name. Hahahaha. My mom said Snuckie very nice name!! Hahah. I hope the new snuckie will be as cute as the first one, as tame as the first one and he will love to kiss me and as funny :) I hope he's tail will be short too. &amp;amp; it's funny how my snuckie wanna bite its' tail but just can't!! And he can't scratch himself with his leg cause my floor too slippery he keeps falling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..... did I mention I am gonna fail N level if I continue to slack? :(&lt;br /&gt;My EMB3 is 20.......................... I need 19 to pass..... and everyone say prelim usually minus 1 grade for every subjects. Even if -5 I still got 15 :( I can't get 11 so whats more 9!!! Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got c5 for my humans and teacher put me in the Potential A class. Hahahah, it's very funny I think........ Cause there's 3 class, one for pushing for a pass, 2nd is pass to B grade and 3rd is potential A class. Hahahahah. So I think he just squeeze me into that class. Then he told me &amp;quot;Joan, you can do it one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How most of my teachers say that I got the potential to improve my grades kinda made me stress :(&lt;br /&gt;Social studies, f&amp;amp;n, poa and science &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, first paper 7sept!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4563345704134440385?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4563345704134440385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4563345704134440385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4563345704134440385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4563345704134440385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-mystery-of-human-chemistry-and-we_22.html' title='It&apos;s a mystery of human chemistry, and we just don&apos;t understand it.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2855946892608317364</id><published>2009-08-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:01:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I need you like a heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/forever21.jpg" style="width: 272px; height: 364px;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember what happened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;but know that &lt;strong&gt;you cannot move forward &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;while looking backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, thanks for all the sweet tags and msges :)&lt;br /&gt;I believe God really taught me a lot through this lesson. Maybe it's the 2nd revival thingy, where God just wants to cleanse us. Maybe He's using this hard way to teach me so that I can really learn and realise how bad certain things are. &amp;amp; through this, I never really blamed God, instead, I thank Him for putting so many true friends around me to help me through this. Also, I learnt how to trust in Him despite all the bad stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 2nd time this year God made me realised who are those friends that cares for me. Though I still know and remember those who were with me through the influenza crisis. Yeap, specially wanna thanks Samantha, Joanne, Sherwyn, Best, Yuexing, Mel, Sok for all these while. I really don't know how would I go through all the stupid missunderstanding thing without all of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Yuexing and Yanting hear me rant all day long from the Day2 till Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;All the really nice advice, encouragements and all. Hugs &amp;amp; foooooooood. Really appreciate it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Sok!! Hahahahaha, Melissa who always come and sit beside me to talk! Telling me about why Moses didn't get into the promise land and all. Sok for the tissue and foooooood. Hahahha. Also Frica and Cecilia and Jianing who constantly ask me to cheer up and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo. Sherwyn!! My best best best guy friend + son everrrrrr. Who wants to cheer me up by bringing me to waffle ice cream!! Constantly text me &amp;quot;momma, are you ok?&amp;quot; / &amp;quot;Just checking if everything's fine&amp;quot;  and all........ Even though I never reply like 60% of your text, but I really appreciates it!! Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and Joanne my bestest girls. You got no idea how thankful am I to have you 2 girls. How you girls stayed by me when I cried at macs!! Hahaha, so embarrassing right! But yeah, i love the 2 of you so much. Sammy kept texting me. Call me immediately when I'm sad, call after tuition to check if everything's okay. Everything...... Joanne who text me this morning to tell me leave everything to God. A lot of things, I really appreciates it a lot a lot &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg....... now I really thank God for all these wonderful little angels :)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I thank God that everything is at least normal and........... going well for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why so many things are happening. Exams must be the cause. But, when you have Faith in God and work hard, everything will be fine. Just like how you told me the parables on Jesus wallking on water. All it takes is to have faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway................&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;I got a pimple here :(&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I noticed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Your ears are cold.......&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mine's not.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah duh, I am hot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Haha k, I'm kidding.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How can you be kidding when you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am so glad that I'm finally happy. But sometimes being sad, you get the attention....... PLUS THE FOOD. Hahahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;I LOST 2 KG IN 2 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF SAD I LOST APPETITE. &lt;br /&gt;SO COOL&lt;br /&gt;LIKE H1N1&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;GLAD THAT I'M HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;love u all &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2855946892608317364?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2855946892608317364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2855946892608317364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2855946892608317364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2855946892608317364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-i-need-you-like-heartbeat.html' title='And I need you like a heartbeat'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8492052083355479020</id><published>2009-08-20T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:19:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll take this wrong and make it right.</title><content type='html'>Puffy eyes makes me really sleepy :(&lt;br /&gt;I hate crying in school. I thought I could get through the day, but no.......&lt;br /&gt;It's when times like this you know you truly love your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really scary how God wants to teach me a lesson by taking away the thing I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that is closest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just wonder why I just can't learn the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God."&lt;/i&gt; - Rev 2:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8492052083355479020?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8492052083355479020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8492052083355479020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8492052083355479020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8492052083355479020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-take-this-wrong-and-make-it-right.html' title='we&apos;ll take this wrong and make it right.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4114022508026739428</id><published>2009-08-19T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:31:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these tears can't explain how i feel.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I can be this stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I can be this stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are always the one who will be there for you. Be it tears or joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary how God communicate with me. It's scary how God break me to make me hear him.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary how I can't learn from my mistake and need God to correct me again and again using this sad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to Sweetheart and Sammy today &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for you girls I think I will probably bottle all my things up again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for providing me with tissues and trying to talk me out. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the hugs, thanks for the icecream. I really love you all so much so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad things get, no matter how hurt or angry I am, deep down, underneath it all, &lt;br /&gt;my love for you never falters, never lessens. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, my love for you continues to grow with each passing day. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what makes my love so true. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could slap myself awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4114022508026739428?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4114022508026739428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4114022508026739428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4114022508026739428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4114022508026739428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-tears-cant-explain-how-i-feel.html' title='these tears can&apos;t explain how i feel.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3453644935756948226</id><published>2009-08-18T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:54:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P300709_122304.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P300709_122405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P300709_122503.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P300709_122504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that she was his brightest little star. She told&lt;br /&gt;him that he was her whole universe and that the bright&lt;br /&gt;little star wouldn't be able to live without the universe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi today was another devastating day. Even more sad than the first day :(&lt;br /&gt;With all the C5(s) coming in, I don't know what to do anymore :( I got C5 for Maths and Science. Sigh sigh sigh. Sometimes you just feel so hopeless. But I promise to praise God in all circumstances. Hmmm. I got a U grade for POA (43.5) Anyway, N level only till C5, other than that all U grade. Yeap. But I got 24/60 for my paper 2 and my teacher say I got potential to pass! I didn't study for that paper at all, Mel who studied got 28. &lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Sometimes I am just so proud of myself even though I fail&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt; - quoted Joan. Hahahahahha. Okokokok, so mean right me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Anyway, study with Sherwyn after school. I was so tired and I dragged myself there to meet him. He's in his uniform + mohawk!! Hahahah I think so funny. Both of us were so tired and I decided to study for just like 3 hours!! I did a lot of maths and HE DID ONLY 4 QUESTION. WTH RIGHT..................... Ok, cause most of the time he was teaching me. Hahahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HE SUDDENLY GOT SO NICE AND HE WANNA BUY ME AN IPOD FLIP FLIP CASING TO JIAYOU ME FOR N LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA. I didn't want it initially because it was so ridiculous!! Hahahah. So in the end I got a pink leather flip flip casing from him!! I felt so bad so I paid him 3/10 of the money!! Hahahahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;If you get 9 points for N level I buy you an ipod k&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;HAHAH, YOU KNOW I CAN'T GET IT THAT'S WHY YOU SAY THAT RIGHT!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyy, gonna study tomorrow too because xxx not free for him, so I replacement LOR....................................... (HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, needa really start practising Maths and Science :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM STILL VERY VERY TIRED :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-3453644935756948226?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3453644935756948226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3453644935756948226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3453644935756948226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3453644935756948226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/whole-world-had-changed-only-fairy.html' title='The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3963610100267584269</id><published>2009-08-17T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:44:23.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause your lips don't move.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone should just use Mozilla Firefox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog looks so awful in IE :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omg, sammy just sent me this and I think it's super funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My friend's mom thought that LOL stands for lots of love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so her message to a friend who's grandma just passed away was: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi lily, I'm sorry to hear about your grandma, LOL, jenny&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahahahahahha, what a saddist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-3963610100267584269?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3963610100267584269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3963610100267584269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3963610100267584269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3963610100267584269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-should-just-use-mozilla.html' title='Cause your lips don&apos;t move.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-7973164961285120030</id><published>2009-08-17T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:32:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lyrics sing the word I'm too scared to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080885-1.jpg" style="width: 317px; height: 423px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he stood by my side during my darkest nights, whispering &amp;quot;Listen, when we get through this I promise you the most beautiful sunrise.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, today was such a devastating day with all the bad results.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I needed those stress to push me to study harder, and N levels are in less than 3 weeks time for Chinese, SS and English. I got a fringing B3 for chinese, I can really go and bang the wall alrdy :( :( Sigh. Wonder how can I improve Chinese, now speaking chinese doesn't help anymore........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and 9 out of 45 passed English. Hahahah, teacher wrote the word pathetic on the whiteboard. Sheesh. Anyway, I don't know if I am suppose to be happy to be one of the 9 or sad that I pass by only 4 marks (3 marks more on pending!!) Hopefully I get them ;) Anyway, can't wait to see my Paper 1 tomorrow, hope I'll do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, on a brighter side. Prelims are suppose to be sucky and suppose to demoralise us to study. So yeahhhhhhh, bet N level will be easier. Hahahaha. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh and I had so much fun playing badminton during PE today. Thank God it's no longer gym module because it's super duper boring and suck like hell. Hehehe. I pespire a lot!! I think I lost weight. Hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lunch after school with Best, very very long since we'd a proper lunch together after school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I read up on thessalemia @ Yahoo and a lot of the research shows that more Italian and Greek has it! But why?!  &amp;amp; it didn't say much about it too. Ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying with Sherwyn tomorrow again! Watching UP on Thursday and Friday study plus swim with sweetheart. Yay :)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start doing Maths after dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-7973164961285120030?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/7973164961285120030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=7973164961285120030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7973164961285120030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7973164961285120030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/lyrics-sing-word-im-too-scared-to-say.html' title='The lyrics sing the word I&apos;m too scared to say.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2152788461757669160</id><published>2009-08-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:17:53.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WOOOOOO, FUND ME AT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rushdownnow.livejournal.com/1213.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RUSHDOWNNOW.LIVEJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2152788461757669160?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2152788461757669160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2152788461757669160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2152788461757669160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2152788461757669160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/woooooo-fund-me-at-rushdownnow.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6004286818456240533</id><published>2009-08-16T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:18:43.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a certain shade of mystic blue.</title><content type='html'>Today, was such a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Joan is a happy girl :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I woke up late!!! Woo, so happy that I didn't wake up like early in the morning. Hehe, then I had this small breakie with my mom. My mom it's Ham Ji Beng. Or whatever, got the black thing inside. Nice :) Then I made a last minute decision to head over to Sweethearts' house to take some clothes picture so we could sell. Hehehe. Then I ransack my whole wardrobe till I have one big bag!! Then I decided not to bring so much cause I have to study at airport after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah I just brought one small bag of clothes there. I didn't get lost!!!!!!! Omg, so proud of myself :) :) I alighted after the FLYOVER. I think the word damn cool. Hahahahaha. ANYWAY. JOANNE IS THE SUCKIEST HOST EVER. SHE MADE THE GUEST WALK TO HER CONDO HERSELF. LET HER FIND HER WAY THERE UNDER THE SCORCHING SUN. LET HER WAIT FOR SUPER LONG OUTSIDE THE GUARDHOUSE :( :( :( :( Even the guardhouse laughed at us laaaaaaaaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guard: &lt;/strong&gt;What's her apartment name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Er, not sure but she's coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guard: &lt;/strong&gt;Ask her what's the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guard:&lt;/strong&gt; Not her name! Apartment's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;OH HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hello, joanne, what's your apartment name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanne:&lt;/strong&gt; 14-xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;14-xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guard:&lt;/strong&gt; NOT UNIT NUMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. SO FUNNY PLS. MAKE ME LOSE FACE ONLY JOANNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sneaked into Carissa Park the opposite condo and took a lot of photos there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to her condo poolside to study.............. ok, I did like 3 questions of maths? Yah, then we HTHT, go mini mart, bought food, munch on food, continue HTHT + photos!! Then dad came and got all my clothes home ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 330 and Joanne didnt wanna send me to bus stop. Evil woman, bad host!! :(&lt;br /&gt;and she even pushed me up to some bus that doesn't go striaght to pasir ris inter!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, then we studied at airport was gooooood, productive although we really talk quite a lot! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Left at 8 plus and Imma so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;I don't care, I am gonna ask my dad to drive me to bras brasa so I can buy you all the test paper to do.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt; - HAHAHA, SERIOUS OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS TMR, SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090736.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090741.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090744.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090755.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK WHAT JOANNE DID TO MY BOOK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;her stupid Zao Ju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090752.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img height="263" width="350" alt="" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090754.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img height="263" width="350" alt="" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090762.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090776.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090777.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img height="263" border="0" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090779.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="263" border="0" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090780.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img height="263" width="350" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1090748.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, EH YOU'RE STILL MY SWEETHEART DESPITE ALL THE STUPID NONSENSE K? :) :* :&amp;gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6004286818456240533?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6004286818456240533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6004286818456240533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6004286818456240533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6004286818456240533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/certain-shade-of-mystic-blue.html' title='a certain shade of mystic blue.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8341026327414145796</id><published>2009-08-16T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:10:17.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick up lines rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HI MY NAME IS JOAN BUT YOU CAN CALL ME TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO BEST RIGHT ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy today's dance wasn't that good because I can't really stand straight as in real straight :(&lt;br /&gt;"You're so flexible that you can turn out your feet but not your knee" HAHAH, EHHHHHHH :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Then after dance and when I was on my way to mrt Kele called me and she was behind me!! So we headed to church together :) Joanne sweetheart and Sammy was waiting for me at Whitesands, awwww :) Then it rained so heavily!! Then we ran from the bus stop into church. shoe was soakedddddd :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was good. THE SKIT MADE ME LAUGHED SO HARD + LOUD even xx can hear me!!! :( Sherwyn say he could hear me from the stage too. OMG, REALLY THAT LOUD?! :( :( :( hehehehehe, at the moment when Sherwyn said "MOTHER SAY: DO YOUR WORK." I got time lag and then realised MOTHER = ME. Hahahah. k, inside joke. &amp; SOMEONE KEEP PEEPING AT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OMG. HAHAHAHAHAH. KIDDING ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, cell was not bad...... but quite hmm, I don't know!!&lt;br /&gt;Went back with Sam, Joanne and Z. I went to Elias green!!!!!!!! THEN MY DAD GOT IT ALL WRONG :( IT'S AT SOME CONDO OPPOSITE. Then dad fetched me home sweet home :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is always a long long day but somehow, you'll never get tired of it :)&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW I AM GONNA STUDY, WITH YOU. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, SEE LAH. MY 4 DAYS OFF FROM STUDY GONE :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8341026327414145796?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8341026327414145796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8341026327414145796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8341026327414145796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8341026327414145796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/pick-up-lines-rocks.html' title='Pick up lines rocks.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1383865063436702003</id><published>2009-08-15T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:43:20.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing you have to do is breathe. Everything else is just optional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080834.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080835.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080836.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080840.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080838.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/16-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss my old fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, it's a happy Saturday!! :) :) :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1383865063436702003?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1383865063436702003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1383865063436702003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1383865063436702003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1383865063436702003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-thing-you-have-to-do-is-breathe.html' title='The only thing you have to do is breathe. Everything else is just optional.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4121394096950620481</id><published>2009-08-15T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:50:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a smile is a curve that set things straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey people, thanks for all the lovely tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really appreciate it and it really makes me happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm okay now!! &amp;amp; My posts are always sad mainly because it's very inconvenient for me to post all my happy stuff out :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I'm okay already and hopefully this will maintain! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...................... yupp, thanks and I am so excited for dance and church!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully my temperature allows me to get into church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight everyone!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohohohoh, JOANNE AND SAMANTHA ARE THE SWEETEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SoWVLDuikiI/AAAAAAAADs8/0Oe6BVoYTcc/s1600-h/CIMG9211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369862147920794146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SoWVLDuikiI/AAAAAAAADs8/0Oe6BVoYTcc/s400/CIMG9211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SoWVLgKAedI/AAAAAAAADtE/G5OqfYkrdB8/s1600-h/CIMG9212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369862155552192978" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SoWVLgKAedI/AAAAAAAADtE/G5OqfYkrdB8/s400/CIMG9212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU, THANKS FOR THIS SWEET DEDICATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4121394096950620481?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4121394096950620481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4121394096950620481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4121394096950620481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4121394096950620481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-people-thanks-for-all-lovely-tags.html' title='a smile is a curve that set things straight.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SoWVLDuikiI/AAAAAAAADs8/0Oe6BVoYTcc/s72-c/CIMG9211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-7686176404156642178</id><published>2009-08-14T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:18:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never dull your shine for someone else.</title><content type='html'>Finally, prelim's overrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that happy like how I used to be when exams are over. Probably it's because of the 3 weeks away N levels :( Sigh, it's like one after another. &amp; sucks a lot you know. We're all just hanging there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess the only person who stood by me throughout this prelim paper is my dearest son, Sherwyn. Hahaha, keep chasing me to study, our study session, your numerous smses, everythingggggggggg. Thanks a lot! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being treated like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'd made a very very very big decision :(&lt;br /&gt;I needa be strong, and I needa be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkkkk, I need God srly :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I need somebody to rant to :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-7686176404156642178?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/7686176404156642178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=7686176404156642178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7686176404156642178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7686176404156642178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-dull-your-shine-for-someone-else.html' title='Never dull your shine for someone else.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2595834726061412866</id><published>2009-08-13T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:29:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. JOAN MUST NOT BE SAD ANYMORE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAN NEEDA UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS TO BE UNDERSTANDING. &lt;br /&gt;JOAN NEEDA UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS TO BE UNDERSTANDING. &lt;br /&gt;JOAN NEEDA UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS TO BE UNDERSTANDING. &lt;br /&gt;JOAN NEEDA UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS TO BE UNDERSTANDING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan need to be smiley like how she used to be last time.&lt;br /&gt;Joan need to be smiley like how she used to be last time.&lt;br /&gt;Joan need to be smiley like how she used to be last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOKOKOKOK&lt;br /&gt;THAT WILL DO.&lt;br /&gt;1ST, BE UNDERSTANDING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2ND, CANNOT CRY SO EASILY :(&lt;br /&gt;3RD, DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4TH, GO OUT AND HAVE FUN FOR 4 DAYS (excluded weekend) BEFORE COMING BACK TO STUDY AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;5TH, STILL GO OUT AND HAVE FUN BUT DON'T THINK OF ANYTHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6TH, CANNOT KEEP CHECKING PHONE :(&lt;br /&gt;7TH, SMILE SMILE SMILE AND BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, 7 FOR NOW. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2595834726061412866?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2595834726061412866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2595834726061412866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2595834726061412866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2595834726061412866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/joan-must-not-be-sad-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2301181874289900119</id><published>2009-08-13T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:34:52.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your hands back on my skin &amp; say you loved me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/Photo20098131238143.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/Photo20098131241850-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiiii, studying F&amp;N makes me feel like dying :(&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have studied out. Hahah it wasn't productive at all. I think I distracted everyone there. Hehehhe. I had 1 shaker fries before I even start, then after like 2 chapters I force Mel to accompany me to eat Ice cream or not I will keep disturbing Mel Mel. Then we had ice cream tgth ^^ Then after awhile Yuexing and I shared another shake shake. Woooooooooo. &amp; I ended up with an ulcer :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the latest to reach yet the earliest to pack up. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Yay tomorrow's last paper. POA, well let's just ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel kept saying that I am living in denial cause I keep telling myself no no, sure won't come out one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND DIETARY FIBER IS ALL ABOUT DA BIAN :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at that chapter, like 2nd page, I cannot take it anymore and I shouted "WALAO DIETARY FIBER ALL ABOUT DA BIAN ONE AH :(" Disgusted manzxxxxxxxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHH I GOT A BIGGER LEFT CALF AND YUEXING AND MEL SAY IT'S SUPER OBVIOUS :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2301181874289900119?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2301181874289900119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2301181874289900119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2301181874289900119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2301181874289900119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/put-your-hands-back-on-my-skin-say-you.html' title='Put your hands back on my skin &amp; say you loved me'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5054549050347618305</id><published>2009-08-13T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:40:20.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears are words the heart cannot express</title><content type='html'>My eyes swell suddenly during Physics paper and I kept tearing, I went to the toilet to rinse my eyes but it's still very pain!! :( I told teacher I wanna go home because my eyes very pain but she wants me to take my maths paper :( Sigh, so I spent the 2 hours doing maths, it sucks so much. I hate maths. Sigh sigh sigh sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly still miss Snuckie a lot :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm envy with people with dogs and I am gonna only love people who got dogs. Yah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was kidding. But I.......... sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I saw pictures of ice cream waffle. I wanna eat that since xxx years ago. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows that, nobody wanna bring me there. Nobody wanna eat with me. Nobody know I wanna eat it so badly :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think Joanne know I wanna eat that. Right sweetheart? Sigh, still, nobody :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are ending tomorrow but it's a major memorising subject tmr, thinking of it makes me wanna kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to nap for an hour and out to mug with the cooking mama. Woooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not suppose to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am not suppose to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am not suppose to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am not suppose to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;I&gt;Being happy doesnt mean everything is perfect&lt;br /&gt;it means you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5054549050347618305?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5054549050347618305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5054549050347618305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5054549050347618305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5054549050347618305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/tears-are-words-heart-cannot-express.html' title='Tears are words the heart cannot express'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4995168257749444746</id><published>2009-08-12T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:12:35.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I play dumb because I can't handle the truth.</title><content type='html'>Happy memories can sometimes be sad when it just slowly end up to be a part of your own memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..................... Study with Sherwyn was not too bad!!!! STUDENT MEAL UPSIZE NO SHAKER FRIES?! Walao, got scammed, shouldn't have upsized it then :( Make me go toilet for zillion times after that big big green tea. Sigh. Then we started on our productive study. Yah, quite productive for me........ I taught him the fractional distillation okay!!!!!!! NOT BAD RIGHT ;) I saved you from hardcore memorising. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. No, I did not play cooking mama on his iphone today. &lt;br /&gt;Left around 7 plus and home for dinner..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad keep asking me to take care of myself and not to go to crowded areas. He's super worried about me getting H1N1 again cause many people who died from it got illness and some got thessalemia like meeeeee and dad. Plus we're all mutated from Tamiflu already which makes it even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; also I got the same situation as him with the cold sweat + stomachache + fainting thingy which nearly caused his life last year. I kinda just told them I had the same experience before too, and of course it freaked them out. But............... I thought it was kinda normal for girls who got their p? :/ So mines a special case uh.... Then my dad adds on with his nagging + saying that I don't know everything :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I finished my whole Physics assessment book (kinda) yah. &lt;br /&gt;Still don't feel ready for tomorrow's papers. Let's drown ourselves with maths + physics tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA NO MID NIGHT OIL. Gonna save it for F&amp;N tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4995168257749444746?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4995168257749444746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4995168257749444746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4995168257749444746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4995168257749444746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-play-dumb-because-i-cant-handle-truth.html' title='I play dumb because I can&apos;t handle the truth.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8837130011861679238</id><published>2009-08-12T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:14:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your smile brings the morning light to my eyes.</title><content type='html'>Chemistry was manageable ;)&lt;br /&gt;Poa was a waste of time, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;I was rewriting everything I wrote for the first question because I am afraid I would be bored when I finish doing all I wanted to write. I took 8 papers, wasted 5 papers and submitted 3 papers. Ahwell, I forgot everything I read through before the paper :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, now 2 more days till End of Prelim!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet Sherwyn later to study, and tomorrow gonna study with F&amp;N cliques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;“If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don't waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you'll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart... where your hope lives. You'll find your way again.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run through all the stuff yesterday and it never fails to put a smile on my face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8837130011861679238?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8837130011861679238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8837130011861679238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8837130011861679238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8837130011861679238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-brings-morning-light-to-my.html' title='your smile brings the morning light to my eyes.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1138091783463673748</id><published>2009-08-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:36:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your beautiful eyes stare right into mine</title><content type='html'>Where's everyone?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite 2 boys and 2 girls are offline :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so messed up. Needa sleep and stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, tomorrow gonna study with Sherwyn ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1138091783463673748?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1138091783463673748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1138091783463673748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1138091783463673748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1138091783463673748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-beautiful-eyes-stare-right-into.html' title='Your beautiful eyes stare right into mine'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1564603741494168112</id><published>2009-08-11T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:02:16.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like you to whisper a lullaby in my ear everynight before i dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I WANT EXAMS TO END NOW. YOURS AND MINE. :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1564603741494168112?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1564603741494168112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1564603741494168112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1564603741494168112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1564603741494168112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/id-like-you-to-whisper-lullaby-in-my.html' title='I&apos;d like you to whisper a lullaby in my ear everynight before i dream'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-452961857440136395</id><published>2009-08-11T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:03:10.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the heart that sees, and the eyes that look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -1px;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.”&lt;br /&gt;And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is gonna smack me when I go to school tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I overslept and actually missed my geog prelim paper.&lt;br /&gt;Even can't believe it when my teacher called me I told her I overslept. I feel so stupid right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This taught me not to rely on anyone else but myself. I shouldn't be so lazy next time. I was half asleep last night when I realised I forgot to on my alarm. But my mind was thinking, nevermind since xxx will call tomorrow morning. Then I slept peacefully. LITTLE DID I KNOW xxx didn't call me but sent me 3 texts. Wooooooo, even till 710 I didnt reply xxx never call to check if I am awake or not!!! :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH. That's it. No geog paper = wasted ss = sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;Needa get a MC later so that I won't get a big fat 0 on my geog paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's study chemistry............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-452961857440136395?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/452961857440136395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=452961857440136395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/452961857440136395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/452961857440136395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-heart-that-sees-and-eyes-that-look.html' title='it&apos;s the heart that sees, and the eyes that look'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6723014830119392198</id><published>2009-08-10T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:24:31.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini picnic party #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Geography sucks, for now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080820.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080812.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooo, I got a sudden urge to go sun-tan, getting fairer by days..........................&lt;br /&gt;K, all the things-to-do have to be pushed after exams. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic was a success with good weather, however, the first one was the best despite the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Biology studying genes, geog student study genetically modified food. Funny or not you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to God for this good day.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days till end of prelim.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days till mommy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not count down to N level.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6723014830119392198?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6723014830119392198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6723014830119392198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6723014830119392198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6723014830119392198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/mini-picnic-party-2.html' title='Mini picnic party #2'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-675749314041815613</id><published>2009-08-10T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:34:12.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something must have made you said that.</title><content type='html'>Wooooooo. I think Blogger is screwed up, everything's dying. Facebook is dying, cyber world going crazy really soon. Heheheh. Maybe we should go back to the older days where people live without television or internet. But we can still sms. Woooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I purposely off my phone before sleeping last night because I think I got lack of sleep and I can't afford to fall sick during this crucial period (hahahaha?!) Yah, exams very important. Prelim even more important to see how well I'll do. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow onwards I think I will probably die with studying. Geog, physics, chemistry, POA 1, 2, Maths 2, F&amp;amp;N. Wooooooo which will probably make my brain go super dried up. Hahahha. Anywayyyyyyyyyy, I promise to study when I come home later. Promise............................................................ Sigh, I got a feeling I will break it again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I think I got the best son everrrrrr even if it's adopted one.&lt;br /&gt;"Your son sponsor you if it's cheap enough" Hahahha, for the spoilt Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-675749314041815613?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/675749314041815613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=675749314041815613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/675749314041815613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/675749314041815613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-must-have-made-you-said-that.html' title='Something must have made you said that.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5639020364885095237</id><published>2009-08-09T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:30:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is home, truly where I know I must be.</title><content type='html'>Omg, this is super duper funny. I think Gabriel Ng is so irritating, as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;gab. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked me why im not tgt with you&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;rly?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;gab. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you asked me why i not tgt with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;gab. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did u tell her?&lt;br /&gt;cause we were just friends all the while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;gab. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her you're too short for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;AKSDJN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;gab. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told her how i had to bend down to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE U SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;gab. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u suck&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9120.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9109.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9132.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9122.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9123.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9126.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9128.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/CIMG9110.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiii, that was the photos from 7th July, credit to Sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080772.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080783.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080774.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a good National Day this year :) Like one of a rare time I actually celebrated it with other people other than my family. First, I headed to Tamp alone to shop for present. The longer I walk, the more things I buy, the more money I spent. I bought 2 bracelet thingy and a top. Woooooo. At least you look nice in it!! Yay. Makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town, we missed UP timing, so upset :( Then we continued roaming around till Taka and we had lunch at the basement. Udon makes me really really fulllll. Shopped around, kinokuniya for super long for some scores, then we headed to Wisma for dinner at TCC (we had lunch at 4 and dinner at 6.30) cool right? Hahaha, but I prefer Airport TCC. Ambience there's nicer, waitress too! Ohh and we were saying our grace when our food came, and the waiter doesn't dare to put the drink down on the table cause both of us were like, eyes closed. Hahaha. Super duper full and we made our way to Marina for fireworks!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, but it was super duper crowded there............ super hot, sticky, crowded and sleepy. Hahah the lightings made me really sleepy. Fireworks was not as good as the first time at the preview. Maybe it's because of the venue. Well, we wanted to leave before it end, but we still were among the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooo. So sleepy, needa sleeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5639020364885095237?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5639020364885095237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5639020364885095237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5639020364885095237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5639020364885095237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-home-truly-where-i-know-i-must.html' title='This is home, truly where I know I must be.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6423698420921255716</id><published>2009-08-08T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:35:03.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So near yet so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Joanne says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ME DAMN LONLEY TODAY ONLY&lt;br /&gt;HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;EH&lt;br /&gt;u should&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;take my temp&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;36.7&lt;br /&gt;next time i go up&lt;br /&gt;i wait for u to help me k&lt;br /&gt;if i above also give me OK sticker k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joanne says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER&lt;br /&gt;PROVIDED IF YOU COME TAKE AT MY HERE&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joan Faith says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA K&lt;br /&gt;next time must standby for me&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;i text u&lt;br /&gt;IM COMING UP&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL HOT&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOO. For once, I don't wanna be hot. Can? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6423698420921255716?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6423698420921255716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6423698420921255716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6423698420921255716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6423698420921255716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So near yet so far.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-550607756519033140</id><published>2009-08-08T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:45:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This could break my heart or save me.</title><content type='html'>I was sent back home even before entering the worship centre :(&lt;br /&gt;My temperature hit 38degree for I don't know what reason :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was quite fun to be isolated for awhile. BUT little did I know I needa go back HOME :( I mean, I was looking forward for saturday like crazy and God made this happen :( I had to wear a mask :( My temperature was 37.9 the 1st time I took, 38 for next, then after drinking water, sitting in the air-con place, my temperature dropped to 37.6, STILL CANNOT GO IN :( then took again 37.5, again 37.6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cord " &lt;B&gt;I am so sorry but please go home.&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the ushers holding on the temperature gun came and shot me, but still 37.6.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wear a mask down, then I saw everyone walking into church while me walking out :( &lt;br /&gt;Saw Dale and he asked me where I am going. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Z cause he was like super late for church cause he went out with family. Kinda sat down at subway for Ice lemon tea to cool myself down and passed Joanne and Jayna's stuff to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my way home subsequently, took my temperature again and it was 36.7!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY, I WANNA SEE CELL MEMBER, I WANNA GO WORSHIP :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I still can't believe it. Why is this happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that I might get Influenza A again cause highly likely I will die cause I'm mutated to Tamiflu alreadyyyyyyy. I asked God why, why me again when I was walking out alone of church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God wants me to study for Geog though.&lt;br /&gt;K, gonna go study after this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun at dance today ;) There's only 3 person there though!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joni teacher: Where's everybody? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha, but was gooood because 3 of us were the newer one. Had her all her attention today. Corrected my posture, my fingers, my legs almost everything. "&lt;B&gt;You got a almost perfect body for ballet, but you have to know which muscle to use&lt;/b&gt;" Hahahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time when I reach church I should wash my face and cool myself down before going up to the worship centre. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, can't believe that I got chased back home from church :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for those people who sent me texts to ask if I am ok!! Love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I got my own ipod :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-550607756519033140?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/550607756519033140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=550607756519033140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/550607756519033140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/550607756519033140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-could-break-my-heart-or-save-me.html' title='This could break my heart or save me.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4201124437629876359</id><published>2009-08-08T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:03:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope our two seperate paths intersect once again.</title><content type='html'>Hiiii, I kinda hate facebook now adays :(&lt;br /&gt;Cyber world is kinda screwed up alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Friday National Day photo. Look at the ugly dress down shirt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109595608220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109589378220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109589388220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109589398220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109589403220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109590923220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109590933220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109595598220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109595613220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109595618220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109595623220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109597123220_614198220_2119-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/6520_109597143220_614198220_2119-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, off to get a new specs, breakie and dance than church.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow will be an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Bring Jayna's Landyard &amp; Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Start to study geog or not you will confirm dieeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Needa call starhub for the new plan so I can get a new phone........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; FIX HIS IPOD ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is srly dying, it just stop receiving msg at the super important moment. &lt;br /&gt;Driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4201124437629876359?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4201124437629876359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4201124437629876359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4201124437629876359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4201124437629876359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hope-our-two-seperate-paths-intersect.html' title='I hope our two seperate paths intersect once again.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1690769395776016775</id><published>2009-08-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:02:32.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, the hardest things to let go are the ones you never had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Wooooooooooooo. I hate myself for feeling paranoid :(&lt;br /&gt;Why am I making life difficult for myself? I am happy for a moment and then realise I was being stupid. Just stupid. Sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1690769395776016775?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1690769395776016775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1690769395776016775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1690769395776016775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1690769395776016775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-hardest-things-to-let-go-are.html' title='Sometimes, the hardest things to let go are the ones you never had.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4331200061056974835</id><published>2009-08-07T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:31:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiii, National Day Celebration was goooood. I likey all the songs, it's so touching :) I kept spamming Sam, Z and sherwyn with the lyrics. Nonsense. But was really good, so much better than cross country. I think school kinda very funny now. "What if there's 1 H1N1 person here and it spreads to the graduating students." "Then how are they gonna take N or O levels?" Hahahhaa. So well taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, home then out to meet Sweetheart and Sammy :) Poor Joanne waited for us for like an hour. Made our way to town Ion was super big. K, kinda slow because of exams :( Busy schedule you know or not. Then we went to have shaker fries. Not a big fan of it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a top and a shoeeeeeeeeeeee. I was prepared to spend more though..... Just not good buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupppppp. Tomorrow will be a long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080694.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080727.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080729.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080731.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080733.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080739.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080750.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080752.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080753.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080754.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080756.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/P1080764.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joanne:&lt;/b&gt; My school worst lor, graduating classes no need to go assembly or flag raising lor. My principal say they &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; be in tip top condtion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahahahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joanne:&lt;/b&gt; Eh, you know Physics right. There are leaves in the pool you wanna get it out right. Use filtration or evaporation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Filtration lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joanne:&lt;/b&gt; HUH, I put evaporation leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You know what's filtration or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Joanne:&lt;/b&gt; YAH. But evaporation can evaporate the water out what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Just for the leaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I laughed like crazy plzzzzzzzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4331200061056974835?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4331200061056974835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4331200061056974835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4331200061056974835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4331200061056974835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-people-are-just-born-with-tragedy.html' title='Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1579105185366644821</id><published>2009-08-06T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:51:11.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some problem with facebook.......... I can't get inside :( Anyway! I have been stalking pretty girl last night, so I end up not studying for Maths despite Sherwyn persuading me for like hours from we're studying together till I get home..... Suddenly I got inspiration to do work but I was stuck on the 1st question, soon after I gave up :&lt; Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda resulted in bad Maths paper today. I was really very sleepy when I was in page 10. Because we can't rest after our first paper!!!! Stupid teachers going around to wake people up. I was so irritated! My eye lids were super heavy and my brain can't work anymore :( I left 3 questions blank and it cost me 3marks. Sigh. But I really did try my best!!! All the eraser dust on the table was the evidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow out with Sweetheart, Saturday dance and church, Sunday National Day and Monday picnic :)&lt;br /&gt;Needa get my eyes off the screen and focus on Geog. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1579105185366644821?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1579105185366644821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1579105185366644821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1579105185366644821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1579105185366644821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-problem-with-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-454793309783889279</id><published>2009-08-06T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:28:18.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim made me crazy, i cut my own fringe :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"We just have to accept that people are going to stay in our hearts; even if they are out of your lives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back hereeeeeee.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-454793309783889279?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/454793309783889279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=454793309783889279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/454793309783889279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/454793309783889279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sdfsdf.html' title='Prelim made me crazy, i cut my own fringe :('/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1212906487251157888</id><published>2009-08-06T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:57:10.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prelim made me crazy, i cut my own fringe :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1212906487251157888?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1212906487251157888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1212906487251157888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1212906487251157888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1212906487251157888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/08/prelim-made-me-crazy-i-cut-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1998727468377722113</id><published>2009-06-08T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:06:19.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE FUND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" title="" alt="P1070384 by cupidawestruck." src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2049/3613001109_9927f05fab.jpg?v=0" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;F21 star tunic, $15mailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" target="_blank" href="http://s415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/?action=view&amp;amp;current=s320x240.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/s320x240.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F21 Paisley halter top.&lt;br /&gt;Tag small.&lt;br /&gt;Condition 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$26Mailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/oldnavyskirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old navy tulip skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Size xs&lt;br /&gt;$12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_3490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_3491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITEM #7 Black kimono with lace print &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measurement: 30"down, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$16mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 401px; height: 268px;" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_4122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item Code/Name&lt;/strong&gt;: Ribbon tie dress&lt;br /&gt;$16mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_4110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_4120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$17mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_4138.jpg" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$15mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_4144.jpg" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/daisyhammie/IMG_4145.jpg" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 350px; height: 526px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Vest dress.&lt;em&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SSwcD4EpvcI/AAAAAAAACuA/ungCVM0QzM4/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture when worn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img class="snap_preview_icon" alt="" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; background-position: -1128px 0pt; min-width: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: normal; min-height: 0px; left: auto; float: none; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/theme/silver/palette.gif); visibility: visible; max-width: 2000px; vertical-align: top; width: 14px; max-height: 2000px; line-height: normal; background-repeat: no-repeat; font-style: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; position: static; top: auto; height: 12px; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 350px; height: 526px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Belt up dress (Belt included!)&lt;br /&gt;$18mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 350px; height: 526px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Wetseals cami (&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5015.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img class="snap_preview_icon" alt="" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; background-position: -1128px 0pt; min-width: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: normal; min-height: 0px; left: auto; float: none; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/theme/silver/palette.gif); visibility: visible; max-width: 2000px; vertical-align: top; width: 14px; max-height: 2000px; line-height: normal; background-repeat: no-repeat; font-style: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; position: static; top: auto; height: 12px; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;$22mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 350px; height: 526px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Satin long top.&lt;br /&gt;$15mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 350px; height: 524px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Mango crop cardi&lt;br /&gt;$15mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 387px; height: 258px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Wetseal bow top. (&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5029.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;close up for side bow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img class="snap_preview_icon" alt="" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; background-position: -1128px 0pt; min-width: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: normal; min-height: 0px; left: auto; float: none; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/theme/silver/palette.gif); visibility: visible; max-width: 2000px; vertical-align: top; width: 14px; max-height: 2000px; line-height: normal; background-repeat: no-repeat; font-style: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; position: static; top: auto; height: 12px; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;$15mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 350px; height: 526px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Flowery dress&lt;br /&gt;$15mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 351px; height: 528px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) MNG dress&lt;br /&gt;$20mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 373px; height: 248px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Blue dress.&lt;br /&gt;$14mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 433px; height: 288px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Brown Kimono dress&lt;br /&gt;$15mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 391px; height: 260px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Flower tube dress&lt;br /&gt;$13mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 427px; height: 284px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Paisley night wear - Brand new never wash.&lt;br /&gt;$15mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 454px; height: 302px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Polka dot blouse&lt;br /&gt;$10mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 463px; height: 308px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Hot pink 3/4 leggings.&lt;br /&gt;$10mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 376px; height: 250px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Flower print sling bag.&lt;br /&gt;$10mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 421px; height: 280px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Rainbow bangle&lt;br /&gt;$3mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 388px; height: 258px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Rose bracelet&lt;br /&gt;$3mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 406px; height: 270px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Red gem bangle&lt;br /&gt;$3mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 428px; height: 285px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Diva colourful bangle&lt;br /&gt;$6mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 439px; height: 292px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) MNG leopard wallet (&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_5071.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extra picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img class="snap_preview_icon" alt="" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; background-position: -1128px 0pt; min-width: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: normal; min-height: 0px; left: auto; float: none; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/theme/silver/palette.gif); visibility: visible; max-width: 2000px; vertical-align: top; width: 14px; max-height: 2000px; line-height: normal; background-repeat: no-repeat; font-style: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; position: static; top: auto; height: 12px; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.74/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;$14mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 404px; height: 269px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_3500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" style="width: 385px; height: 256px;" src="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp240/playkisslove/IMG_3507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SUsTFy5HaRI/AAAAAAAACwY/rp91Sz-nV7g/s400/candycanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;$15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SUsQlXK7HNI/AAAAAAAACvY/C9k6dT7uWMc/s400/headoverheelss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- $17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SVWvL-5xpiI/AAAAAAAACzA/Ztwy6PatFo4/s400/leopard+print.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Leopard printed hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;$22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SUsTYTT_0wI/AAAAAAAACxY/1ikhiXHAdyk/s400/P1040717-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Topshop tote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;$22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mailed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1998727468377722113?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1998727468377722113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1998727468377722113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1998727468377722113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1998727468377722113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-navy-tulip-skirt.html' title='PLEASE FUND!'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SUsTFy5HaRI/AAAAAAAACwY/rp91Sz-nV7g/s72-c/candycanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5762072465931927307</id><published>2009-06-08T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:35:16.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:300%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;“ Distance between 2 hearts is not an obstacle, rather a beautiful reminder of just how strong love can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1353490925607486566?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1353490925607486566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1353490925607486566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1353490925607486566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1353490925607486566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/06/distance-between-2-hearts-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1598282036831870634</id><published>2009-05-01T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:22:33.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end, is just a scary place to start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiii people, please head over to &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://thlove.livejournal.com/"&gt;Thlove.livej&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, Joan Faith.&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/8439336797909224687-1598282036831870634?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1598282036831870634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1598282036831870634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1598282036831870634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1598282036831870634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hiii-people-please-head-over-to-thlove.html' title='The end, is just a scary place to start.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4397485298812212229</id><published>2009-04-30T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:21:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipped a beat.</title><content type='html'>My hand nearly break doing social studies. I wrote like 4 pages of crap.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of us spent like an hour doing SBQ and I was rushing like mad for structured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting was really really really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to do but I can't balance the sum. Shit........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks I am excited for Labour day!&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it's just another rest day and how can you not be happy when there's no school plus no exams? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored last night and I changed people's contact name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C2Pamela to C2Pammie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;C2 Jayna :) to C2Jaynie :*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....... let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised no matter how busy am I, I still find time to read my storybook. Haha. &amp;amp; I think my diet plan really sucks cause apparently I think I am eating more than I always do. Shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm gonna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4397485298812212229?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4397485298812212229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4397485298812212229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4397485298812212229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4397485298812212229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/skipped-beat.html' title='Skipped a beat.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-9061312742110463546</id><published>2009-04-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:41:36.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 224px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/walkthtak/IMG_3190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss my long hair alot, oh, not forgetting curly.&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/8439336797909224687-9061312742110463546?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/9061312742110463546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=9061312742110463546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/9061312742110463546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/9061312742110463546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kinda-miss-my-long-hair-alot-oh-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8686088887129755609</id><published>2009-04-28T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:50:57.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause my heart can take it no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH, HAPPY 17TH TO JOAN CHEW, I LOVE YOU :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sweet of you guys asking me if I needed umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my nap today cause somebody woke me up with a call :(&lt;br /&gt;I am so suppose to be on hiatus. Mye is starting tomorrow. We have temperature taking everyday starting from tomorrow and all the papers will be push back 30minutes. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I am very worry for the swine flu cause apparently they say it's more serious than SARS when sars is already so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder storm and lightening strike scares the whole class and I screamed and jumped up of my seat twice. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I needa readddddd than continue studying my social studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 more days till End of MYE.&lt;br /&gt;33 more days to 1st June :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8686088887129755609?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8686088887129755609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8686088887129755609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8686088887129755609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8686088887129755609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-my-heart-can-take-it-no-more.html' title='Cause my heart can take it no more.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1165382892783094642</id><published>2009-04-27T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:01:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything big starts little</title><content type='html'>I nearly got a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not suppose to be on the computer. I studied all the way after my nap from like 4 till 8.30, though it's not like super long kinda thing but at least it's still productive. One more chapter of ss to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to post something private at my livej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last night I watched the star award thingy. My heart literally sank when I know that the lead actress didn't go to Jeanette :( I was really sad. I can feel the stab in the heart for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay crap. I think I needa go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the weather now a days are really sickening. &amp;amp; I didn't fail my maths test though i skipped an 8 mark question. My F&amp;amp;N coursework mark were terrible, feel my heartached? I spent so much time and effort on it and I got a fringin 34/60. &amp;amp; when you thought you could rest and stop doing research and all, you have to do amendments for that stupid shit and hand it before 4May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, that stupid Msraj keeps complaining about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just "Yeah, keep saying, keep saying, it's okay. keep saying, keep saying" to her.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dog. (Learn from sok sok!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1165382892783094642?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1165382892783094642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1165382892783094642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1165382892783094642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1165382892783094642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-big-starts-little.html' title='Everything big starts little'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2639030077612570347</id><published>2009-04-26T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:36:15.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought again of my plight.</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiii, I think it was a really awesome Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and I thought today was Saturday. Then I was like...... "oh yeah, yesterday was Saturday" then I went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long and messy dream, I didn't sleep well. I don't like it :(&lt;br /&gt;It was super complicating, super weird. I dreamt of someone grabbing my hand so tightly my bone almost break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study with Xueli in the library. 2 hours we completed like a lot of stuff. Really really productive. I think she can be a better teacher than Mr JT. So we completed all the stuff that will be tested this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like time constraint now, 2 more days for El and CL paper 1, then 3 more days to SS and POA. Hardcore, I haven't finish studying ss. die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Jayna couldn't be cuter than this, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. She sent me a msg regarding this funny guy and Joanne thingy. Makes me wanna laugh. You very funny Jayna, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe now I should go do consent forms for cell camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2639030077612570347?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2639030077612570347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2639030077612570347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2639030077612570347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2639030077612570347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-thought-again-of-my-plight.html' title='I thought again of my plight.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5433472788959230765</id><published>2009-04-25T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:07:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See, I told you things don't go my way.</title><content type='html'>Look how cute my teacher is............. We're suppose to type an essay on Advantages and disadvantages of convenience food out and send it to her during our 4 period lesson, and we ended up surfing net and all. &amp;amp; we're suppose to send her our work, I sent her this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Joan&lt;br /&gt;To: MdmSiti&lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 09:49:38 +0800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ExternalClass" id="MsgContainer"&gt;&lt;style&gt; .ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass body.EC_hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/style&gt; Hi, i didnt do my work. im so sorry, really. please forgive me. and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr id="EC_stopSpelling"&gt; From: MdmSiti&lt;br /&gt;To: Joan&lt;br /&gt;Subject: FN Exam&lt;br /&gt;Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2009 06:09:50 +0000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ExternalClass" id="MsgContainer"&gt;&lt;style&gt; .ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass body.EC_hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/style&gt; Hi Joanny,&lt;br /&gt;             very funny, is it? Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr id="EC_EC_stopSpelling"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Joan&lt;br /&gt;To: MdmSiti&lt;br /&gt;Subject: FN Exam&lt;br /&gt;Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2009 09:49:38 +0800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Joanny! It's Joan Ng. Or Joan Faith Ng.&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, I promise to study hard k. Promise promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha ok ok ok ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. Super drained and exhausted :(&lt;br /&gt;I was still wondering why am I so tired, and my mind was thinking, must be that 1 hour of praying (standing). Then when I got home suddenly I remembered that I was out for the entire day today. Like more than 12 hours out. Can die seriously. Plus 2 super draining meeting. Drained the entire brain cells in my brain. Brainstuck, no ideas for games, for planning for everything. Can you imagine, thinking of what games to play for camp for like 5 - 6 hours straight. That's how tired I am now :( Finally I found something more terrible than doing maths :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanted to buy a book for sok sok!! It's about farting. hahahahahahha, farting makes all of us think of Methane :) Right anot!! I wanted to buy one super stupid book for one friend, but I don't know who to give so I didn't buy. Hahahah I know this is dumb but I really thought of giving it!! I was choosing between this and this friend but I gave up. Cause If I really did, I will be quite biased right. Anyway it's some friendship winnie the book baby book. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 60minutes of praying was really quite tiring too. So my whole Saturday was super exhaustive. PLUS i had to go home myself. It's been like 3 weeks for going home myself. I wonder when will my parents fetch me home from church again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is studying date with Xueli cause she's gonna teach me POA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfMnBTBRIGI/AAAAAAAADr4/cNzpM781NUM/s1600-h/P1070493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfMnBTBRIGI/AAAAAAAADr4/cNzpM781NUM/s400/P1070493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328645687348371554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy, really.&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/8439336797909224687-5433472788959230765?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5433472788959230765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5433472788959230765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5433472788959230765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5433472788959230765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-i-told-you-things-dont-go-my-way.html' title='See, I told you things don&apos;t go my way.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfMnBTBRIGI/AAAAAAAADr4/cNzpM781NUM/s72-c/P1070493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8767274314667145729</id><published>2009-04-24T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:13:15.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes nowhere leads to somewhere.</title><content type='html'>Everybody is studying.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is slogging for MYE.&lt;br /&gt;Except me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever I kinda started quite long ago but I failed quite badly. But I did a little bit of Social studies last night. Today is like my rest day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 17 again today :) :)&lt;br /&gt;I think he's the hottest cutest ever. Shit. But it's just makes me feel quite disgusted when he's like together with that woman which is like so much older. Other than that he's damn cute. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bearing with my pee for like last 30minutes and then we rushed to the toilet straight after the movie ended. Thankfully the toilet was quite empty. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh, actually I was on my diet plan but I failed as I just came home with my parents from interchange :(&lt;br /&gt;I had only 2 HL milk and cereal in school. Okay wait, issit alot or very little? :(&lt;br /&gt;Then we skipped lunch cause we thought we will be full eating popcorn but we were really hungry before the movie even started so we went ntuc to buy junk food. We ended up with no popcorn again cause we were still crunching on our junks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Damai is like indirectly in the newspaper, for having no evidence that our student pee-ed in the lift at the neighboring HDBs. Damn stupid I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misswong: This is shown in the chinese newspaper, I don't know if the malay newspaper have a not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiful: No, Malay don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Inside joke, but it's super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MissL: I got 3 kids, the oldest is only P6 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, then you have to watch over him uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MissL: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: PSLE this year, don't let him come to damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MissL: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause damai pee in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should put more cctv. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG34lSPTWI/AAAAAAAADro/fU_-8JpZews/s1600-h/P1070468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG34lSPTWI/AAAAAAAADro/fU_-8JpZews/s400/P1070468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328242016865176930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG34L4wcmI/AAAAAAAADrg/Ux6n-8ydOOY/s1600-h/P1070438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG34L4wcmI/AAAAAAAADrg/Ux6n-8ydOOY/s400/P1070438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328242010047410786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG334JJ7hI/AAAAAAAADrY/6u27hmgDZjk/s1600-h/P1070435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG334JJ7hI/AAAAAAAADrY/6u27hmgDZjk/s400/P1070435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328242004747480594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N People! :)&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool now during f&amp;amp;n cause we finished rushing our coursework for midyear and we're practically surfing the net for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG33uAwvEI/AAAAAAAADrQ/CFZf2CuMsZ4/s1600-h/P1070432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG33uAwvEI/AAAAAAAADrQ/CFZf2CuMsZ4/s400/P1070432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328242002027920450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was before the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG34jdEb5I/AAAAAAAADrw/AOx1KBrbRXQ/s1600-h/P1070488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG34jdEb5I/AAAAAAAADrw/AOx1KBrbRXQ/s400/P1070488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328242016373731218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people were taking picture and I was like "Let's take photo too!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, good day, fat day, friday :)&lt;br /&gt;Chant 10.30 tmr at ehub coffee bean..Chant 10.30 tmr at ehub coffee bean..Chant 10.30 tmr at ehub coffee bean..Chant 10.30 tmr at ehub coffee bean..Chant 10.30 tmr at ehub coffee bean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8767274314667145729?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8767274314667145729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8767274314667145729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8767274314667145729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8767274314667145729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-nowhere-leads-to-somewhere.html' title='Sometimes nowhere leads to somewhere.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SfG34lSPTWI/AAAAAAAADro/fU_-8JpZews/s72-c/P1070468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4498072749265432584</id><published>2009-04-23T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:02:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I want to start studying,&lt;br /&gt;I will begin to sit around, look around, fiddle around.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers will run through my bag, my drawers, my bookshelf, then I will end up picking my storybook from my bag again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, my study plan failed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I get myself into so much trouble, "Joan, I hate you"&lt;br /&gt;Sucks, I thought I was helping. It didn't affect me as much as it seems, but somehow another I feel really unappreciated. &amp;amp; the feeling sucks. I didn't know love would bring so much harm to a person, I wonder why people don't love themselves. I think hurting yourself is the stupidest thing you can ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I am okay, and finally I'm gonna watch 17 again with cliques tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really miss Joanne and Jayna.&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling Jayna is studying really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always during the exams period we feel love :)&lt;br /&gt;Cause the girls would start sending really sweet and encouraging msg to one another, like today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do all things through christ that strengthen us alright!&lt;br /&gt;I will not feel discourage anymore, at least I try k! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4498072749265432584?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4498072749265432584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4498072749265432584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4498072749265432584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4498072749265432584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/whenever-i-want-to-start-studying-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2771322507648887580</id><published>2009-04-23T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:56:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The end - Jason Reeves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end is such a scary place to start.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know where to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, there’s no reason to pretend,&lt;br /&gt;I know you won’t be back again.&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta find a way from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know where I’ll fall down,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sure to hit the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it’s not over ‘till it’s over,&lt;br /&gt;Every ending’s a new beginning,&lt;br /&gt;One more chance to get it right,&lt;br /&gt;One more chance to get it wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it’s not over ‘till it’s over,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes nowhere leads to somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;And it all starts again in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's like no matter how hard I try nothing will go right, when I thought my life was good, it starts go the wrong way again. Sometimes even though you just want something so simple but it's just so hard to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get what I want. Nobody actually know what I really want unless I voice it out, but many a times voicing out doesn't help. You still, don't get it. Sometimes it's hard not to feel so discourage after so many attempts and yet fail again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to get immune of bad results, I don't want to get immune to it. I still want to feel sad whenever I fail my test, get really bad results. I still want to feel like crying when I flunk my test. But the fact is that I am feeling nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you I just left a 8 mark question black for maths?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think you get what I mean now, I feel nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2771322507648887580?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2771322507648887580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2771322507648887580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2771322507648887580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2771322507648887580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-1376949928817001417</id><published>2009-04-22T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:49:44.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really amazing how long since it happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;That's so You.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'll be ok that you're not away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday was a terrible day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now that you're here I'm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you don't know how much I, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're so wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This I swear, this I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, oh you, every single thing you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so proud of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you do the things you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're so you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So thanks for your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You shine so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the star that's in my sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I am yours and you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me sad, it'd been like a year since I heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you think back of those happy lovely memories, even though it's happy, you will still feel the ache in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Nevertheless, I still thank God for those really awesome moment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-1376949928817001417?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/1376949928817001417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=1376949928817001417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1376949928817001417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/1376949928817001417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/really-amazing-how-long-since-it.html' title='Really amazing how long since it happened.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5573193076909925681</id><published>2009-04-22T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:49:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think many a times, I confused myself.</title><content type='html'>I think I am such a pig, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna slap myself now. Small part of my life is in a messed, and I needa get out of it fast. Lately I've been thinking a lot, and I think I will be able to get a solution in no time. Which is good, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank God that there's no 2.4 today, so that duck is quite merciful at least. He allowed us to take our trail test timing :) Which obviously I didn't do very well but still managed to pass by a few wincy minutes. I am so proud of Xueli even though you fail, although 40seconds is quite alot but I think you improved alot :) Jiayou next year k! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.......................... While I am typing I am also waiting for my hair to dry so that I can take my nap :) and that I have to study for Maths test tomorrow....... Ohhhhh, my leg still hurts a lot especially when I am going down the stairs. I limbed down the stairs today when I was going to school. &amp;amp; also my whole body ached, especially my backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why must our education system must be all rounded.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be a fat and successful women next time! and I will tell people that I am fat, &amp;amp; I am succesful!" Hahahahha, this was all the rubbish I say after my 2.4 that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry and there's nothing for me to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they say my picture on the right looks like minnie mouse, because of the big ribbon right!&lt;br /&gt;But sherwyn say v. bimbo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I SAW A RAINBOW TODAY!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I told MrJohnson I saw rainbow today and he was like "WHY YOU NEVER TELL ME!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's so rare to see rainbow now adays!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I saw it when principal is talking!"&lt;br /&gt;"YAH YOU SEE RAINBOW HAR, YOUR HAIRBAND ISSIT!"&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was wearing a rainbow hairband.&lt;br /&gt;He so lame, but I really saw a rainbow. Right Yanting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's promise to us uh rainbow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5573193076909925681?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5573193076909925681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5573193076909925681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5573193076909925681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5573193076909925681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-many-times-i-confused-myself.html' title='I think many a times, I confused myself.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-792936327460515960</id><published>2009-04-21T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:53:46.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All endings are also a beginning.</title><content type='html'>Even when you feel that your world is like up-side down, I will hold on to your hand and tell you God is proud of you for being such a wonderful friend,&lt;br /&gt;and that will make your world right-side up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard together for MYE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-792936327460515960?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/792936327460515960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=792936327460515960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/792936327460515960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/792936327460515960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-endings-are-also-beginning.html' title='All endings are also a beginning.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5197256357089875272</id><published>2009-04-21T14:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:48:05.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every life has one true-love snapshot.</title><content type='html'>Hiiiii again, I am back from my 5 stations and I think I twisted my ankle :(&lt;br /&gt;I injured myself even before we started our first stations :(&lt;br /&gt;I was merely practicing my standing board jump and I landed on one feet then, I injured my ankle. I was quite panic at that moment cause I seriously cannot stand properly :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now too. But it might be a good thing cause I may be excuse for 2.4 tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I nearly died doing sit up. Hahahhaha, I broke my own record getting only 21. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Frica was making all sort of noise when she do like she's gonna give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I love to tidy up my room when I come back from school and at the end of the day my table got messed up again, by me. With lots of books, papers, music boxes, storybooks, bible, devotion, everything. I think I am quite cute cause I still end up with messy table every night :( then the routine goes on and on. Vicious cycle. (Hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I got a lot of homework to do, especially Maths :(&lt;br /&gt;Maths really make me mad. It kinda makes me wanna cry too uh.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiii, I think I will just die really soon.&lt;br /&gt;I predict there will be camp com meeting this saturday, cause Isaac say "I want you guys to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyweek&lt;/span&gt; from now onwards"&lt;br /&gt;Then Rae msg me for meeting for some usher stuff and I told her that probably before 2pm I will be free, and she replied "10am? :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahahahahha. I can kill myself man. I need time to study, seriously. 10am to 10pm in church on a nice fine fun saturday is not very fun uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I needa rush to take my nap before I rush to school for 5 station.&lt;br /&gt;Yuexing : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; be late.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't &lt;/span&gt;be late.&lt;br /&gt;Joan: I'll try :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5197256357089875272?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5197256357089875272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5197256357089875272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5197256357089875272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5197256357089875272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-update.html' title='Every life has one true-love snapshot.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2444690641498742941</id><published>2009-04-20T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:54:44.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Msraj: You're the worst student leader I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're the vainest teacher I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super pissed off with her each and everytime she mention how bad my leadership skills are. I mean my attire is okay. There are many more people out there who put shoelaces in their uniform, ankle length socks, white shoes, untied hair, many piercings and all. Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I tuck in my blouse every day, wears black shoe, no ankle length socks and one pair of earrings. I sit infront of my class every day during morning assembly. At least, I can really say I did try my best to be at the best of myself everyday in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily name out others who got worst attire than me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that teacher there changes nail colour every week. Fanciful colours, super high heels and like disgusting. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2444690641498742941?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2444690641498742941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2444690641498742941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2444690641498742941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2444690641498742941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/msraj-youre-worst-student-leader-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2315665035221470738</id><published>2009-04-20T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:13:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sewf23YBfEI/AAAAAAAADq4/08FlAP02zfU/s1600-h/P1070422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sewf23YBfEI/AAAAAAAADq4/08FlAP02zfU/s400/P1070422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326667486710561858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to develop another 22 photos and now I love my wall even more :)&lt;br /&gt;Today was not a very good day cause I keep thinking I am suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to start on my revision, cause there's only 9 more days left to MYE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a new book, one of the book I always wanted to buy -The five people you meet in heaven, by Mitch Albom. One of my birthday present from Ryan. Tyvm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2315665035221470738?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2315665035221470738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2315665035221470738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2315665035221470738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2315665035221470738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-smile.html' title='Beautiful smile.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sewf23YBfEI/AAAAAAAADq4/08FlAP02zfU/s72-c/P1070422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5412503355985130532</id><published>2009-04-19T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:44:34.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let the majority get hold of you.</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiii, I think I had a good day today cause I kept screaming :)&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends so much cause we had so much fun today though there's only 4 of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully most of the rides were close!! But it's kinda bored without those scary rides. Hmmm, contradicting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realise how much I've grown. Hahha, I realised that I no longer am scared of those rides anymore. Those rides that made me scream like a crazy girl when I was younger. Which, is kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;Initially Wanyi was like dreading to go in, she was super scared and the 3 of us were like pulling her in. But in the end as usual they're the one who kept pulling me along the way. Hehehe. I was grabbing onto Wanyi's and Jianing's hand and I keep pulling them close to me which made them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; move. Oh, not forgetting, I closed my eye throughout the whole thing. I just keep screaming with the scary sounds. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we played Go kart too!! The moment I start driving, I told myself "If driving a car is really this scary, I will never wanna drive!" Hahha, I think the going down part is really scary, I was super scared I will fly out of the car or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after we came out of the house I wanted to go for another round. I promised not to grab them. but they refuse to go in with me anymore :( I wanted to check out all the stuff with my eyes open, but too bad. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at fish &amp;amp; co and home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a great day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SesqA1Hj6jI/AAAAAAAADqg/HsFesukdTFo/s1600-h/P19-04-09_17.21%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SesqA1Hj6jI/AAAAAAAADqg/HsFesukdTFo/s400/P19-04-09_17.21%5B03%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397178042903090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SesqAr8RzyI/AAAAAAAADqY/a5BKz6QhP0s/s1600-h/P19-04-09_17.21%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SesqAr8RzyI/AAAAAAAADqY/a5BKz6QhP0s/s400/P19-04-09_17.21%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397175579660066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SesqAhhadaI/AAAAAAAADqQ/Rf9p6f3QLMc/s1600-h/P19-04-09_17.20%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SesqBKHCp3I/AAAAAAAADqo/I5oXRoyLEYw/s400/P19-04-09_18.39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397183677867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5412503355985130532?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5412503355985130532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5412503355985130532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5412503355985130532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5412503355985130532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-let-majority-get-hold-of-you.html' title='Don&apos;t let the majority get hold of you.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SesqA1Hj6jI/AAAAAAAADqg/HsFesukdTFo/s72-c/P19-04-09_17.21%5B03%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4593136895684622198</id><published>2009-04-19T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:15:56.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So you ask why i love this Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You ask why I follow this Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why I love Him the way that I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the world's turned away from His teachings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the people who serve Him are few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not the rewards that I'm After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or gifts that I hope to receive;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the presence that calls for commitment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the Spirit I trust and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Lord doesn't shelter His faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or spare them all suffering and pain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like everyone else, I too have burdens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And walk through my share of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet He gives me a plan and a purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that joy only Christians have known;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I never know what comes tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;But I do know I'm never alone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the love always there when you need it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the words that redeem and inspire;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the longing to ever be with Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That Burns in my heart like a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so you ask why I love my Lord Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well my friends, that's so easy to see ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the one thing that fills me with wonder is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Jesus loves someone like me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we're such a normal human beings, we love jesus because he loves us first. He died for us a few thousands years ago. washing away our sins and shame, So why asked us why we christians love Jesus? why Jesus loves someone like me.&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/8439336797909224687-4593136895684622198?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4593136895684622198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4593136895684622198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4593136895684622198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4593136895684622198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-question.html' title='Your question.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-7255044206652696145</id><published>2009-04-18T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:27:48.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You confused me.</title><content type='html'>...........................................................................................................................&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;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, too tired to think of anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SenwKOAAuUI/AAAAAAAADpo/93Hfe-l3GYY/s1600-h/P1070412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SenwJlWBqpI/AAAAAAAADpQ/QY4rM-aOSRM/s400/P1070405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326052081776306834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SenwKQlm5RI/AAAAAAAADpw/kWMEU9yjAPc/s1600-h/P1070414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SenwKQlm5RI/AAAAAAAADpw/kWMEU9yjAPc/s400/P1070414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326052093384385810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for belated birthday wishes, presents, cards, flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I am going to escape theme park tomorrow with my lovely girlfriends cause Jianing got free tickets. Hehehehehe. Just hope that they won't force me to take the rides :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-7255044206652696145?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/7255044206652696145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=7255044206652696145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7255044206652696145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/7255044206652696145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-confused-me.html' title='You confused me.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SenwKOAAuUI/AAAAAAAADpo/93Hfe-l3GYY/s72-c/P1070412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-286769598942785795</id><published>2009-04-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:50:52.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STEP ONE:&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name with songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;Outside- Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;All of the above - Youth Alive&lt;br /&gt;Next Plane Home - Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TWO:&lt;br /&gt;Name: Joan&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 15th April&lt;br /&gt;Nickname(s): Joannie.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Black?&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Brownish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP THREE:&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: Pumps&lt;br /&gt;Your weaknesses: You tell me k.&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: Insects.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Hawaiian without pineapple!&lt;br /&gt;Goal you’d like to achieve: Great results :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: My favourite feature sounds better, eye?&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: Before 1230.&lt;br /&gt;Most missed memory: Baptism? Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FIVE: This Or That…&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Green tea.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: Macs&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike!&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SIX: Do You…&lt;br /&gt;Sing: Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Dance: Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’ve been in love: Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Heheheheh yeappp&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: Car!!&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re attractive: Princess cute not? :):):)&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re a health freak: I'd love to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SEVEN: In the past month…&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Duh&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No like.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: Never :(&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies: Mei you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: 26&lt;br /&gt;Numbers of Children: More than 1 less than 3!&lt;br /&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: If you're really the one you will know, I believe :)&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit? : No preference, let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP NINE: In the opposite gender..&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color?: -&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color?: -&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long hair?: Short&lt;br /&gt;Height: Hahah I like tall guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TEN:&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: Love all, trust few.&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that I own: I don't collect albums!&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: Naw&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: Naw extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Quiz&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with yesterday? Fwens&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning? My alarm -.-&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Duh, it's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anybody? I love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST :&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public? Yes...&lt;br /&gt;What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW?: Why do I feel like shitting again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;What kind of home would you like?: I like peaceful kinda!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?: superstar!!! K, not&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years? hehehehe, rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like candy necklaces? If it will look cute on a princess.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you fell over or ran into something? Huh? I always do.&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music every day? Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Do you still go trick or treating? Mei you.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate? Redcurrant puff!!!&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fast typer? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite type of soda? I don't like soft drinks!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved? Moved??&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won an award? Award? For princess?&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now? Mei you&lt;br /&gt;How long ’till your birthday? it was just 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;When were you the saddest in your whole life? When I know I am sad, but I am not sad cause I am happy always!&lt;br /&gt;Do you use ebay to buy or sell? I tried to shop there before, for FURNITURE. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you mad? You!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a song written about you?: Hahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to happen in 2009? : Everything happens on 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2009? Hot sweaty pig.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you miss 2008? Hahahhahahahahahahahha, I'm moving on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, what colour is your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Can I not say please :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have breathing problem! I am serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Doing this.... chatting..... trying to breathe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br /&gt;I.............. gossiped.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Frica!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Meiyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;When I can't breathe properly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;Mei you, my mammy trained me not to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder?&lt;br /&gt;Disorder? Eat too much consider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;No no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now?&lt;br /&gt;Mei you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like?&lt;br /&gt;Not really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Honestly, are you in denial?&lt;br /&gt;I think I am pretty conscious. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, not that stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Honestly, do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Mei you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Mei you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER SECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you’re mad?&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;I punched a photo frame and my hand bleed. when I was P6!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;I think so..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When was the last time you actually cried?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Last time! V. long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;When.......... I am sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you usually a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes you the happiest?&lt;br /&gt;When you call me princess. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha. Can you tell that I am super bored?&lt;br /&gt;I painted my finger nails Pink and Blue. As usual my left hand v. pretty, right hand ugly. Yes!! Tomorrow's camp com meeting is canceled. I feel like crying when I received Benton's msg cause I am really quite tired already. Usher, cell camp, usher camp. Everything :( I just want to study in church when I have no usher and everything............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am fine really!! I think I can cope still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked my friends to call me princess for a day on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they say I am toilet princes, but it's okay. I am toilet princess they clean the toilet for me k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-286769598942785795?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/286769598942785795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=286769598942785795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/286769598942785795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/286769598942785795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/step-one-spell-your-name-with-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8716484870202609424</id><published>2009-04-17T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:36:28.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HI, THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to start on my revision asap, it's like 13 more days to MYE :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone work hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is with us! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8716484870202609424?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8716484870202609424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8716484870202609424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8716484870202609424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8716484870202609424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-thank-god-its-friday-i-need-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8360656301042462265</id><published>2009-04-16T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:14:57.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God reigns.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, sometimes you feel that life is pretty messed up.&lt;br /&gt;You've got issues, everyone have got issues.&lt;br /&gt;You thought life was tough, it is. But somehow when you feel like you're at the verge of giving up, hardly anyone does. Even if you do, somehow another you will just overcome it. Either in a better way or a lousier way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look back, how many difficulties have you overcame?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at the point of time you were just telling yourself No, I can never do this/ It's so difficult / Why must life be like that? / What? Are you insane, I can't do this/ you cry, you throw tantrum, you wanna give up. But somehow you just did it, and you're here today, facing another problems, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just needa know this, God never put you in problems you can't handle. Sometimes when you're really facing something really awful, it's hard for you to put your trust in God and think that yes, God put me here, means I can do it. It's difficult, but I realised that is either you choose to do it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for me, every test I do I wanna die. I hate exams, I love to get it over and done with. When I say stop, I mean stop. I know my limits, when I think I'd studied enough, I will not look at my notes anymore before exams. I don't like to look through the question when I get the paper and I can't start. Cause I know I will get panic, the more I think, I will forget about it easier. I like to think that I am gonna do for God, either good or bad I leave it to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back, God has always been by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Like how he is by my side throughout my days, he brings me through all my difficult times and he will never leave me alone by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I skip 100 times of Quiet time, even when I forget to say my grace, even when I am not concentrating during service, even when I don't feel like it, He is still there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just standing outside the door waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for you to open the door to let Him into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this, something just struck me, and I believe it's God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8360656301042462265?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8360656301042462265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8360656301042462265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8360656301042462265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8360656301042462265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-god-reigns.html' title='My God reigns.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5537382053996871645</id><published>2009-04-15T23:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:09:01.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16th!</title><content type='html'>You have got no idea how wonderful and sweet my day was.&lt;br /&gt;I really really love my friends, how sweet can they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess I sense something fishy but I thought it would just be some singing of birthday song kinda thing, little did I know my whole class was just sitting around behind me and then they off all the canteen lights and fans and a huge cake came!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super duper touched. I think it's the biggest cake I've ever received. I got to make wishes :) I realised that you make different wishes in different circumstances. Hmmmm..... They chased me around with cake :( Most of them dirtied their uniform. Hahah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even form teacher came down and wish me! I am really touched :)&lt;br /&gt;Photo taking, walking around school after recess giving teachers cake, when they saw my face they will go O.O who is that? Then they will go, ohhhhhh Joan....... Johnson Tan gave me presents too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for Maths but teacher still allow me to go and clean up my stupid chocolaty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Frica specially ordered my chocolate fudge cake and they specially baked it!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she woke up early in the morning to collect my cake. I love you alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;After school. Went home and when I came out from bathroom and went into my room Yanrong and Kayan was inside!!! Omg, really really surprised!! I got to make another wish again!! This time I wish for superfriends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos, chat, laugh everything......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left around 5 and Mom cooked Mian Xian for me and I start to prepare to meet clique.&lt;br /&gt;They.were.so.late.again.forever.and.ever.and.ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia came and fetch me from Pasir ris and we roamed around whitesand for super long and I have to carry like Joan Faith Ng sweet16thbirthday (4HEARTballoons) and yeah, continue walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pasir ris Park and I got blindfolded, I feel super insecure I grab her hand super tightly. Then they fool me around and they surprised me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super nice, poppers, sparkles, BUBBLES, balloons, cake, flash.&lt;br /&gt;Had another cake! I got to make wishes again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had alot alot of photo takings, I feel like a super star cause everyone is taking photo with me and for me. Hehehehe. Okay, anyway we had like kfc, and all for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I don't eat alot when having party.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, continue photo taking and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till.................... like 9pm we left that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach inter and we tried to squeeze like all of us inside the ID photo booth. IN THE END CROP MY FACE OUT AGAIN. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they wanna go neoprint!!! (Super long time ago..........)&lt;br /&gt;and all the shops were close except that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had so much fun cramping inside.&lt;br /&gt;Yanrong's present was super stupid I had to take photos with strangers and I approached a group of malay guys and they were super funny.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints, super long.&lt;br /&gt;Trained home, trying to let all the air out of my 10 balloons.&lt;br /&gt;I got like 1 sunflower, 5 daisies today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had so much fun today.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that I can spend my time so wisely I meet all my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYFF_nlkYI/AAAAAAAADo8/0gxAAD3bN0g/s1600-h/P1070224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYFF_nlkYI/AAAAAAAADo8/0gxAAD3bN0g/s400/P1070224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324949209947148674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYFFZ230sI/AAAAAAAADok/fuBlZKClFDU/s1600-h/P1070229.JPG"&gt; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYEH4b3_FI/AAAAAAAADnU/yLFfIn3NcA8/s400/P1070293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324948142867086418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got champagne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYEH87PquI/AAAAAAAADnM/rmuHEyD8JOI/s1600-h/P1070294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYEH87PquI/AAAAAAAADnM/rmuHEyD8JOI/s400/P1070294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324948144072403682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this shot is super cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYEHv9wHqI/AAAAAAAADnE/mpjFmabP4hQ/s1600-h/P1070295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYEHv9wHqI/AAAAAAAADnE/mpjFmabP4hQ/s400/P1070295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324948140593258146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that they got my hint, I like this ballerina music box thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYEHk0kZBI/AAAAAAAADm8/fOpEuN4n_Jo/s1600-h/P1070301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYEHk0kZBI/AAAAAAAADm8/fOpEuN4n_Jo/s400/P1070301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324948137601950738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDn-jhfGI/AAAAAAAADm0/6qeH81GVrSc/s1600-h/P1070309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDn-jhfGI/AAAAAAAADm0/6qeH81GVrSc/s400/P1070309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947594753965154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDn3jM_4I/AAAAAAAADms/bJMxaYAj3K8/s1600-h/P1070312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDn3jM_4I/AAAAAAAADms/bJMxaYAj3K8/s400/P1070312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947592873574274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDnlObfaI/AAAAAAAADmk/YQ_c2tMekQA/s1600-h/P1070316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDnlObfaI/AAAAAAAADmk/YQ_c2tMekQA/s400/P1070316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947587954605474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDnmYtlQI/AAAAAAAADmc/ZBg6bbP96Yw/s1600-h/P1070318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDnmYtlQI/AAAAAAAADmc/ZBg6bbP96Yw/s400/P1070318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947588266169602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDncT2ysI/AAAAAAAADmU/e1DcW8t8-AM/s1600-h/P1070319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDncT2ysI/AAAAAAAADmU/e1DcW8t8-AM/s400/P1070319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947585561447106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKlevYxI/AAAAAAAADmM/x4KC8ESmxow/s1600-h/P1070337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKlevYxI/AAAAAAAADmM/x4KC8ESmxow/s400/P1070337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947089806811922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent super long time taking all this shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKt4U8xI/AAAAAAAADmE/sTiUHa-W3Nc/s1600-h/P1070356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKt4U8xI/AAAAAAAADmE/sTiUHa-W3Nc/s400/P1070356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947092061614866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make me do this, I still have super act cute pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKfMf-9I/AAAAAAAADl8/aj07a0SJfe4/s1600-h/P1070373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKfMf-9I/AAAAAAAADl8/aj07a0SJfe4/s400/P1070373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947088119692242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKVUUQJI/AAAAAAAADl0/IDzT9cAelJc/s1600-h/P1070379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDKVUUQJI/AAAAAAAADl0/IDzT9cAelJc/s400/P1070379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947085468123282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDJ6VFcuI/AAAAAAAADls/_eYVqOMuRS0/s1600-h/P1070385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYDJ6VFcuI/AAAAAAAADls/_eYVqOMuRS0/s400/P1070385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947078223590114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know one of the neo prints I was like "LET'S PUT CENTER PARTING" and we all change to center, super cool............ I love it, and the best of it is that I don't have to pay :) But I took only 4 super small one. He he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;I love today, I love my friends, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna write thankyou notes to everyone now. hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5537382053996871645?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5537382053996871645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5537382053996871645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5537382053996871645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5537382053996871645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-16th.html' title='Sweet 16th!'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeYFF_nlkYI/AAAAAAAADo8/0gxAAD3bN0g/s72-c/P1070224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-173995712792256496</id><published>2009-04-15T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:53:18.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweetest 16 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesomest sweetest ever birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a sweet 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my friends, all those who really made an effort making me happy, surprising me and wishing me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first word I told myself this morning when I woke up was 'Hardcore' cause my phone keeps ringing the moment I on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, elaborate on my sweetest 16 later,&lt;br /&gt;anticipating to meet my clique in like 30 more minutes, birthday without Yanting sucks :(&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/8439336797909224687-173995712792256496?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/173995712792256496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=173995712792256496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/173995712792256496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/173995712792256496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sweetest-16.html' title='My sweetest 16 :)'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5316801167450422126</id><published>2009-04-14T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:44:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart never lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX3HrnMAI/AAAAAAAADlc/MESBfE0uFbo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX3HrnMAI/AAAAAAAADlc/MESBfE0uFbo/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324477263925161986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX3AUGhdI/AAAAAAAADlU/pmaNT7224iw/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX3AUGhdI/AAAAAAAADlU/pmaNT7224iw/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324477261947504082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;FGF :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX29Bb0iI/AAAAAAAADlM/XzWuJ5J1CAo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX29Bb0iI/AAAAAAAADlM/XzWuJ5J1CAo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324477261063901730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Jiaxin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX3el0y5I/AAAAAAAADlk/IAmoaEXyH2Y/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX3el0y5I/AAAAAAAADlk/IAmoaEXyH2Y/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324477270074903442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Dance Syf and I think our school did a really good job :)&lt;br /&gt;Saw so many people there at NUS. I saw Fenyx again!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kele too!! Anyway, you did a great job, no worries okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our performance we watched other school, we saw all the CHIJs, all the way till.... Commonwealth I think. Cool, I think I kinda like the Second Chance by one of the IJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Duman High girls yelled my name and look at me but I don't see any familiar faces maybe because of their thick makeups, but the most irritating thing was that person never own up. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; classmates were really sweet I think! Cause I didn't have any lessons today and Frica messaged me "Class without you is so boring....." Hahahhaha, before that they told me class will be peaceful without me! &amp;amp; now they secretly miss me while I'm away. Hahah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, some how I thought about it..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think I am being too playful and it's kinda wrong....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why do I think so much, too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw my sister's blog have this so I did it too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;are you emo, goth, stupid,or just nomal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 78%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;1)you get your period evey month&lt;br /&gt;2)you have an A average at school&lt;br /&gt;3)kiss people&lt;br /&gt;4)vote for presidents&lt;br /&gt;5)eat cherry pie&lt;br /&gt;6)celebrate the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;7)you have a good nose&lt;br /&gt;8)watch t.v.&lt;br /&gt;9)go to school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;10)love books&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;goth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 46%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;emo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 33%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;stupid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 32%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_emo_goth_stupid_or_just_nomal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;are you emo, goth, stupid,or just nomal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5316801167450422126?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5316801167450422126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5316801167450422126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5316801167450422126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5316801167450422126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-never-lies.html' title='The heart never lies.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeRX3HrnMAI/AAAAAAAADlc/MESBfE0uFbo/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3222300655306586411</id><published>2009-04-13T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:13:46.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when your friends are sad yet you can do nothing about it :(&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do, tell me how can I help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frolick makes me happy today, can I bring you to one?&lt;br /&gt;Smile please my dear.&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/8439336797909224687-3222300655306586411?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3222300655306586411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3222300655306586411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3222300655306586411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3222300655306586411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-im-with-you.html' title='When I&apos;m with you.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-9014490131994261499</id><published>2009-04-13T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:15:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday sweetheart, I love you &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeMPLcW5hzI/AAAAAAAADk8/oGYSVHR_hMQ/s1600-h/joanne1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeMPLcW5hzI/AAAAAAAADk8/oGYSVHR_hMQ/s400/joanne1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324115873747273522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeMPLo3MvnI/AAAAAAAADlE/2jSDY8WYoH8/s1600-h/joanne2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeMPLo3MvnI/AAAAAAAADlE/2jSDY8WYoH8/s400/joanne2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324115877103976050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I love you like how you love to eat sweets and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me so happy whenever we are together.&lt;br /&gt;Stay sweet like all the sweets in the box :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you foreverrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am happy cause I went to Tampines One for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I tasted Frolick for the first time and I think I'd fallen for it (Ok I know I am slow.......)&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many people, Car, Rae, Fenyx!! , seniors, schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bad thing was I screwed up chinese oral. Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; difficult.. Never in my life I said "Bu zhi dao" in chinese oral and for the first time I actually said it. I stumble like some idiots when I read the passage and I am like somewhat saying some things in English. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my English test after chinese oral with Yant and Cecilia cause we won't be in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-9014490131994261499?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/9014490131994261499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=9014490131994261499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/9014490131994261499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/9014490131994261499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-sweetheart-i-love-you-3.html' title='Happy birthday sweetheart, I love you &lt;3'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeMPLcW5hzI/AAAAAAAADk8/oGYSVHR_hMQ/s72-c/joanne1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-5320415794727018251</id><published>2009-04-12T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:18:00.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKjwwPFJI/AAAAAAAADk0/VNutpE5PxLw/s1600-h/P1070188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKjwwPFJI/AAAAAAAADk0/VNutpE5PxLw/s400/P1070188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758950260085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having flowers in my room. Baptism flowers all died and now there's one trying very hard to survive cause it's a balloon flower..... Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKjistZTI/AAAAAAAADks/jTX7rmXf0ds/s1600-h/P1070187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKjistZTI/AAAAAAAADks/jTX7rmXf0ds/s400/P1070187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758946487199026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present from Joanne :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKjV4lxFI/AAAAAAAADkk/gZa1cab1Fw4/s1600-h/P1070186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKjV4lxFI/AAAAAAAADkk/gZa1cab1Fw4/s400/P1070186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758943047369810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister gave me this small toy yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKi8tpvLI/AAAAAAAADkc/lOmsZ-GI2dQ/s1600-h/P1070185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKi8tpvLI/AAAAAAAADkc/lOmsZ-GI2dQ/s400/P1070185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758936290606258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I nearly lose something that's so precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how important it is to me till I nearly lose it.&lt;br /&gt;It kind of set me thinking, start cherishing it, or maybe take good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a it. It's my very very precious thumbdrive........................&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh! It's super important to me okay........... all my hardwork for F&amp;amp;N. The thought of redoing makes me cry :( really.................. You won't understand it, it's like dnt students losing their folio kinda thing. But thank God, seriously. I was praying like crazy to God to help me find it. &amp;amp; miraculously I found it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a good Easter Sunday though my studying plan failed badly. I ended up dreaming in my sleep again.......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, above photos are just some random capture with the jelly lens thing Jayna gave me. So cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's chinese oral tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Geog test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-5320415794727018251?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/5320415794727018251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=5320415794727018251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5320415794727018251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/5320415794727018251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeHKjwwPFJI/AAAAAAAADk0/VNutpE5PxLw/s72-c/P1070188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-9157425127683516462</id><published>2009-04-11T22:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:24:34.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live the dream.</title><content type='html'>Saturday photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFrumhZumI/AAAAAAAADkM/EmTLql0Eog8/s1600-h/aaa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFrumhZumI/AAAAAAAADkM/EmTLql0Eog8/s400/aaa3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323654682887436898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, Racheal, Joanne, Joan, Car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFruPyI7fI/AAAAAAAADj0/TlsWqN33ggs/s1600-h/aaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFruPyI7fI/AAAAAAAADj0/TlsWqN33ggs/s400/aaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323654676783623666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Sheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFrudHs9fI/AAAAAAAADkE/AJ_lyBOzQ_A/s1600-h/aaa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFrudHs9fI/AAAAAAAADkE/AJ_lyBOzQ_A/s400/aaa2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323654680363726322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFruC5KxkI/AAAAAAAADj8/eMyoBpH0XJo/s1600-h/aaa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFruC5KxkI/AAAAAAAADj8/eMyoBpH0XJo/s400/aaa1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323654673323443778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday photos :)   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyWGk8XLI/AAAAAAAADjs/Y6GC3hO8LLQ/s400/P1070148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323450852344356018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyV5dw1FI/AAAAAAAADjk/k5vsdezOvDA/s1600-h/P1070147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyV5dw1FI/AAAAAAAADjk/k5vsdezOvDA/s400/P1070147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323450848824579154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyVqsXJhI/AAAAAAAADjc/rfWmnsS5lqU/s1600-h/P1070146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyVqsXJhI/AAAAAAAADjc/rfWmnsS5lqU/s400/P1070146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323450844859278866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyVeXHMvI/AAAAAAAADjU/oyNHhwZcJsw/s1600-h/P1070133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyVeXHMvI/AAAAAAAADjU/oyNHhwZcJsw/s400/P1070133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323450841548927730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyVPllDZI/AAAAAAAADjM/ZZP9INNrWfU/s1600-h/P1070119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCyVPllDZI/AAAAAAAADjM/ZZP9INNrWfU/s400/P1070119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323450837583072658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCwk7SybkI/AAAAAAAADjE/DOd5IO8BIBU/s1600-h/P1070113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCvqtrHktI/AAAAAAAADiM/rnAak5WpxR0/s400/3022_78474662128_606097128_1690218_2134989_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447907901739730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCvqX0ieqI/AAAAAAAADiE/1fVEakBeFzQ/s1600-h/3022_78474612128_606097128_1690208_5672814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCvqX0ieqI/AAAAAAAADiE/1fVEakBeFzQ/s400/3022_78474612128_606097128_1690208_5672814_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447902035671714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCvqHmVgJI/AAAAAAAADh8/C_S0GO2l-r0/s1600-h/3022_78474607128_606097128_1690207_930712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeCvqHmVgJI/AAAAAAAADh8/C_S0GO2l-r0/s400/3022_78474607128_606097128_1690207_930712_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447897681133714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saturday was awesome much. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 1am plus and I woke up at 3.30am and I can't sleep so I tried to text yanrong and surprisingly she haven't sleep yet and we chat till 5.30 and she got her half and hour sleep before she meet her loving boyf. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dance sucks cause teacher never ever let us go on time :(&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed down to church with like 200plus plus sweets inside the box I'm gonna give Joanne! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today mark the first day of my sweet 16 celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, every year Joanne and I celebrate birthday together in cell, receive presents from people. But her's was EXTREME. She got one huge present from Jon. Hahahhahahahah. Isaac was like "Eh, tell me what he give k, then I see he romantic or not" Hahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the flower, cards, presents, cakes and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;I love it alot alot alot alot alot alot. Jayna is so cute, cute people don't take out price tag one. Hahahah. JAYNA YOU CUTE AH. But your present really cool. I never had that before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather bought me pink flower I dont know why, a super cute pop up card and a cake! Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE WRAP MY PRESENT WITH NEWSPAPER AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;2ND YEAR ALREADY. She always say she got no wrapper and she end up wrapping my present with newspaper!! My dear!! If no wrapper don't wrap k, stupid newspaper wrapper and stupid torn paper bag for my present. I don't see any sincerity ley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha, I think today was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Joanne you suck cause you make me feel so dumb today. You will get it from me okay. I promise you. Hehehhe. &amp;amp; our date on Friday with Zac though we are not his stupid crazy fans. &amp;amp; though we're not even 17YET. So no link watching 17 again. Ok dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucha long post.&lt;br /&gt;I got pictures for today but Joanne choose not to come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I skipped breakfast and lunch today cause was super busy and it's like got no time at all to eat. &amp;amp; Dinner I ate like 1/4 of fish soup noodle only cause was super hot and I hate that. So I think I am so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok crap, today was nice......&lt;br /&gt;Somehow................................................................ Sweet 16 soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-9157425127683516462?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/9157425127683516462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=9157425127683516462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/9157425127683516462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/9157425127683516462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-dream.html' title='Live the dream.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SeFrumhZumI/AAAAAAAADkM/EmTLql0Eog8/s72-c/aaa3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-3987664002799627827</id><published>2009-04-10T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:59:33.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday was GOOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sd9spofA-2I/AAAAAAAADhs/AyMMbiKFzcQ/s1600-h/P1070113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sd9spofA-2I/AAAAAAAADhs/AyMMbiKFzcQ/s400/P1070113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323092747073157986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see on the title :)&lt;br /&gt;Basically it was all about God and lovely sisters and brothers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual Joanne was lateeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;So suppose to meet her at 11 but you know......... Luckily I told her at 11, and I told Jayna 12.15 cause I knew Joanne will be late, like 4ever. So next time when we ask her out we needa tell her like 30 minutes before the actual meeting time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we traveled to vivo and meet Jayna, lunch and we had alot alot of fun taking pictures. Laughed so hard together, doing stupid animation hugging slow motion picture, like each 10 shots of animation stupid face. Super duper funnyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rush to bugis to meet Jae and realised that National library is close cause it's Good Friday. Studied at Mos burger cause starbucks was like full house. The table is super small and super cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so not productive. Especially with Joanne keep reading out loud her chemistry question, Jayna's "eh don't study ley...... 5 minutes ok 5 minutes." Then 5 minutes later Jayna "5 minutes again okay......." So this keeps going on and poor Jae and Joan just felt so helpless. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jayna gotta go cause she's going to the Good News Singapore with her classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Jae going with cell mates. Joanne going school teacher's church and me going out with Sis. Oh, sherwyn is stucked at Newton with the pouring rain and can't get to us. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ryan drove. Ikea for dinner, and walk around and I ended up with a bookshelf and not study table. Okay, long story but ryan gotta rush back to return his dad car and sis and i ended up cabbing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we spent sucha long time fixing the shelf. It's so difficult, makes me miss my dad :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my parents went Malaysia with their cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today,&lt;br /&gt;I love my precious JAJOJO &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sd9spzCA4eI/AAAAAAAADh0/isQ6ZYH7vZ0/s1600-h/P1070152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sd9spzCA4eI/AAAAAAAADh0/isQ6ZYH7vZ0/s400/P1070152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323092749904306658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the photos after everyone sends me the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-3987664002799627827?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/3987664002799627827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=3987664002799627827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3987664002799627827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/3987664002799627827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-was-good.html' title='Good Friday was GOOD.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sd9spofA-2I/AAAAAAAADhs/AyMMbiKFzcQ/s72-c/P1070113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-6724614908965383369</id><published>2009-04-09T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:57:33.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back into Love.</title><content type='html'>First time in such a long time, I felt like a small girl again today.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my daddy when I was at my house downstairs and he insist to help me carry my school bag, so I was running up the stairs into my house and my dad carrying my school bag. Haha, it's a moment of flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, school wasn't that sucky today. Geog teacher didn't come school today and we had our geog class test postponed to next week :) But that adds up to like 3 tests next week again :( Chemistry, geog and social studies. Sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Meet up with Beehwa and we went pushcart together. I think we enjoyed ourselves there. Super long since we hang out together. Like after we're in different group for dance. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday tomorrow and vivo lunch with my precious sisters then study with Jae and Sherwyn plus the girls? I think............ Jayna is doing the planning for studying. Ha ha ha ha. Really needa start studying for Mid year plus N levels :( I planned to start after my birthday. Like intensive self study. I hope I can do it..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I thought of Joanne's present already :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa rush for my N level coursework too, the due date is like so long ago :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-6724614908965383369?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/6724614908965383369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=6724614908965383369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6724614908965383369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/6724614908965383369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way back into Love.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4423156195513722537</id><published>2009-04-08T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:49:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest regret.</title><content type='html'>Worst day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel this way, why must I regret after so long.. Why did I realise it so late. Too late.. I hate the things I like. I hate the fact that I cannot want the stuff I want, learn the thing I want, do the stuff I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just don't go my way. Every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm gonna have another disappointment again as I try my best to study for geography test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must life be so difficult when I can't even do something easy?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4423156195513722537?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4423156195513722537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4423156195513722537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4423156195513722537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4423156195513722537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/biggest-regret.html' title='Biggest regret.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-4595757738836357534</id><published>2009-04-07T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:38:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A talking tree.</title><content type='html'>Oral was splendid. I think....&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself not to talk about religious stuff but yet..........&lt;br /&gt;I was asked what makes me happy. &amp;amp; Seriously going to church and hanging out with churchmates makes me happy................  and what was the one thing that made your parents feel proud of you. Since young whenever I have got performance my parents weren't there, so it's only on baptism when I have to share my testimony that makes my parents feel proud of me. So.......... I really said that and Mr Gab was like smiling and nodding his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; My heart was telling myself you're so dead man.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I finish and was about to go he asked "Which church are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;That kinda makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thank God oral was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese oral &amp;amp; sweetheart's birthday will be on the 13th, syf on the 14th and birthday on 15th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, and I needa study for geog test this Thursday cause I think it's so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; if everyday were like today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-4595757738836357534?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/4595757738836357534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=4595757738836357534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4595757738836357534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/4595757738836357534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/talking-tree.html' title='A talking tree.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2677751273529769446</id><published>2009-04-06T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:21:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For night and day belong to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You know love is everything you say.&lt;br /&gt;A whisper, a word, promises you give.&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the heartbeat of the day,&lt;br /&gt;You know this is the way love is.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Maybe, I am just too bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Time to dream a little dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Peace, Joan&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/8439336797909224687-2677751273529769446?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2677751273529769446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2677751273529769446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2677751273529769446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2677751273529769446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-night-and-day-belong-to-love.html' title='For night and day belong to love.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-8691554935536050018</id><published>2009-04-06T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:44:50.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lip smacking.</title><content type='html'>I miss reading nice books.&lt;br /&gt;I really think Sunday Best sucks, but I just keep on reading for the sake of finishing that book :( I think the best book I'd read recently is If you could see me now by Cecelia Ahern. Maybe I should just go and buy more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just felt like typing.&lt;br /&gt;I have not start studying for Physics, I hate myself for procrastinating. Sucks, really. I hope I don't feel. I have no motivation to start on my revision :( Thanks so much to Frica for reminding us that there's only 17 more weekdays to MYE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Gabriel Ng said 'You don't wait for the study mood, you have to find it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of this study shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am so looking forward to Good Friday cause I'll be going out with my precious JAJOJO and then Ikea with my sissy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sad cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; is ignoring me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-8691554935536050018?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/8691554935536050018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=8691554935536050018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8691554935536050018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/8691554935536050018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/lip-smacking.html' title='Lip smacking.'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2524580827701910539</id><published>2009-04-06T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:56:16.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmma3jM6jI/AAAAAAAADhM/tb-P3GwYh_A/s1600-h/n576025477_6332258_1629288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmma3jM6jI/AAAAAAAADhM/tb-P3GwYh_A/s400/n576025477_6332258_1629288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321467415233358386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmma3jf_AI/AAAAAAAADhE/h62uOBAxgtY/s1600-h/n576025477_6332262_2307016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmma3jf_AI/AAAAAAAADhE/h62uOBAxgtY/s400/n576025477_6332262_2307016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321467415234608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taller and tallest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmmadmOAgI/AAAAAAAADg0/zceKEPOjY3Q/s1600-h/P1040815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmmadmOAgI/AAAAAAAADg0/zceKEPOjY3Q/s400/P1040815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321467408266691074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna try getting one of them out of the machine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmmZ1FK-TI/AAAAAAAADgs/cFjLzH0DRvY/s1600-h/P1040816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmmZ1FK-TI/AAAAAAAADgs/cFjLzH0DRvY/s400/P1040816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321467397390661938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and I are gonna catch this movie together cause it's screening on 16 April and her birthday is on 13th and mine is on 15th. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmlsxBpRYI/AAAAAAAADgk/JnHA7uGegv8/s1600-h/P1040817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmlsxBpRYI/AAAAAAAADgk/JnHA7uGegv8/s400/P1040817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321466623208015234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmls7GO_OI/AAAAAAAADgc/tzPa8KzGkO0/s1600-h/P1040825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmls7GO_OI/AAAAAAAADgc/tzPa8KzGkO0/s400/P1040825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321466625911618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee bean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmlskCvF5I/AAAAAAAADgU/yHP5U3v_lsM/s1600-h/P1040843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmlskCvF5I/AAAAAAAADgU/yHP5U3v_lsM/s400/P1040843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321466619722930066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmlsebf_qI/AAAAAAAADgM/pDdNB33ufXE/s1600-h/P1040853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmlsebf_qI/AAAAAAAADgM/pDdNB33ufXE/s400/P1040853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321466618216185506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmmasz6ggI/AAAAAAAADg8/UOvbqjmng_k/s1600-h/P1040841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmmasz6ggI/AAAAAAAADg8/UOvbqjmng_k/s400/P1040841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321467412350665218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw......................... J_ _ 's msg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmlsAyvqlI/AAAAAAAADgE/uFboUw4sBrM/s1600-h/P1040868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SdmlsAyvqlI/AAAAAAAADgE/uFboUw4sBrM/s400/P1040868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321466610260617810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all the awesome rings. It's really very nice I show you next time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and I went school today, and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was totally drench when I got home. Wanyi and I ran home from bus stop :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's English oral and physics test :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major sadness right. Ok now gonna take my sweet nap and wake up to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2524580827701910539?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2524580827701910539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2524580827701910539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2524580827701910539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2524580827701910539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos.html' title='Photos :)'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/Sdmma3jM6jI/AAAAAAAADhM/tb-P3GwYh_A/s72-c/n576025477_6332258_1629288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439336797909224687.post-2305861624415456558</id><published>2009-04-05T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:59:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sweetheart :)</title><content type='html'>Today was such a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;I am so not suppose to go out when I am having my super bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thanks Joanne for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making you worry so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to to buy accessory stuff first and we went to the new mall at bugis. Was super freezing cold and we can't stay at the coffee bean there to study so we walked to the coffee bean at the Raffles hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not productive for me but was quite for her. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started having cold sweat and super dizzy and it was super scary cause I felt like I was floating already and I keep having cold sweat. Then I felt like vomitting and I can't wait till I reach bedok so we drop off at Aljunied and the moment I stepped into the cubicle I started vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super scary like everything comes together suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after everything I took cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much sweetheart &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos when she send them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I may not be going school tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439336797909224687-2305861624415456558?l=joanfaithy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/feeds/2305861624415456558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439336797909224687&amp;postID=2305861624415456558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2305861624415456558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439336797909224687/posts/default/2305861624415456558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanfaithy.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-sweetheart.html' title='Thanks Sweetheart :)'/><author><name>Joanfaithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06409553208502835363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09Tf6Ng0NBQ/SpfWcc48BnI/AAAAAAAADts/0Ht3gfZROjM/S220/toppywear2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
