<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159</id><updated>2012-01-20T06:35:58.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain drops</title><subtitle type='html'>"An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.." M.K Ghandi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-655233140573015156</id><published>2008-06-13T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:29:27.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsible buyers</title><content type='html'>Buyers are not to be blame by their sudden backout..but buyers are to be blame for their irresponsible character..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happily fill in the order form and then sending the emails out to sellers, requesting for outfit they desire. Including their contact number and COD venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? A confirmation of purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied their email, asking for a confirmation but uhhh!There is no reply.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't you be a responsible buyer?&lt;br /&gt;A buyer who is responsible to inform the seller of a backout, not by ignoring the email once not interested.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. I'm angry, angry of their irresponsible behaviour!&lt;br /&gt;i do not understand why these people make reservation happily or either send and email of request but ended up dissapearing. At least, just reply with a *sorry i'm not interested anymore :)!*&lt;br /&gt;Straight and clear, for both of us!isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-655233140573015156?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/655233140573015156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=655233140573015156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/655233140573015156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/655233140573015156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/06/irresponsible-buyers.html' title='Irresponsible buyers'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-1791338966252136759</id><published>2008-06-12T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:07:38.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfying..</title><content type='html'>I had stop shopping for few weeks eversince started my online business. Busy taking stocks on the weekends, advertising and replying emails on the weekdays. my favourite heels..yes my favourite heels..It had been almost two months eversince i stop buying heels. Two months, without this pretties entering my shoe cabinet..It was a shocking day for me myself. I bought five pairs of high heels yesterday :) It was a happy day..a very happy day..a Happy day..&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of adorable nightes today..As usual, spag strap and a blue and white undies.&lt;br /&gt;and another orchid purple shorties for homewear..i love these..yes i love..:)!I love nighties..A satisfying shopping day afterall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-1791338966252136759?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/1791338966252136759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=1791338966252136759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/1791338966252136759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/1791338966252136759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/06/satisfying.html' title='satisfying..'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-7112488447437055714</id><published>2008-06-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:50:21.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These little ones..</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the car, here I saw a little girl in her seven or eight years old washing plate at the back alley of a coffee shop. She stood up and poured the pail of water with all her strenght, with the amount which I am not able to pour or even carry at her age. All the plates, spoon, chopstick, and bowl fall into another red basket, some fell on the road side. I didnt know if she had them wash properly. But i guess the little girl herself didnt know if it is dirty. Yes..She is very young, i have to said. A little boy came, steal her little chair away quietly trying to bully her. She then came to realised what he had done to her when she was about to sit. Both of them started arguing then, she looked at the maid who were as well washing the plates for her owner, but that maid ignored. What a pitiful life such a young kid need to go through, at her very young age. Looking at her, pictures of little kids going to kindergarden, and then back home after class playing their favourite toys indoor, with full attention paid by their family members. I came to realise how different a life of a little children will be due to the background they came from.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't little children need to be in school, enjoying their toys, having enough good food and rest..and as well get loads of love, care and attention from their parents. But why?Why are these kids washing plates at the back alley of a coffee shop?Why are these kids selling fruits or tarts at the night market with their parents? These kids look cheerful. Always smiling even with sweats streaming down their face or body. They already get use to it of what they are doing eversince they are so young. But still, i hope all this little kids can get to enjoy a better life. And ofcourse, i know my hope will not come true, as each and every person are born with a different life...I have to said, god is fair. He must have his own reason for giving these little child tougher life...Amen.God Bless :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-7112488447437055714?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/7112488447437055714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=7112488447437055714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7112488447437055714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7112488447437055714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-little-ones.html' title='These little ones..'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4647203978059442080</id><published>2008-06-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:17:03.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics of polo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDNEDqd1MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8jIpQK-dCoE/s1600-h/polo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210890238454256834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDNEDqd1MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8jIpQK-dCoE/s400/polo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDNEb9n0cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_cgtoEw7C50/s1600-h/polo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210890244977054146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDNEb9n0cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_cgtoEw7C50/s400/polo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polo polo polo the baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4647203978059442080?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4647203978059442080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4647203978059442080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4647203978059442080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4647203978059442080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/06/pics-of-polo.html' title='pics of polo!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDNEDqd1MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8jIpQK-dCoE/s72-c/polo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-9221581654618472353</id><published>2008-06-12T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:12:28.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak preview!</title><content type='html'>I love trench coats!!So i brought in a few pieces for my e-boutique *woot!*&lt;br /&gt;Trench rocks!&lt;br /&gt;yepe, here's a few pixxie of my e-boutique, the rest is at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rainbowmallows.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rainbowmallows.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do visit!!Muahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLxYbQeNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xVwUDqnL5NA/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210888818098469074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLxYbQeNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xVwUDqnL5NA/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLx20aseI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_R3dzVVVSXQ/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210888826257060322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLx20aseI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_R3dzVVVSXQ/s400/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLyK1EaPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/soDjWg4N1xo/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210888831628503282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLyK1EaPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/soDjWg4N1xo/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLyaxkv_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/wd-DFgUqFGU/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210888835908812786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLyaxkv_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/wd-DFgUqFGU/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLyk-uWzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sLFu0V9bnZI/s1600-h/white+trench.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210888838648322866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLyk-uWzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sLFu0V9bnZI/s400/white+trench.JPG" 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/7340240914266544159-9221581654618472353?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/9221581654618472353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=9221581654618472353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/9221581654618472353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/9221581654618472353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/06/sneak-preview.html' title='sneak preview!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDLxYbQeNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xVwUDqnL5NA/s72-c/11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8780890897826311339</id><published>2008-06-12T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:04:58.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that bad day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDKT2fq3XI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E8v40lr6MjY/s1600-h/car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210887211262336370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDKT2fq3XI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E8v40lr6MjY/s400/car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. it turned out to be like this after the accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8780890897826311339?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8780890897826311339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8780890897826311339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8780890897826311339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8780890897826311339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-bad-day.html' title='that bad day!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDKT2fq3XI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E8v40lr6MjY/s72-c/car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-463008855978173521</id><published>2008-06-11T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:02:34.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFx9tIWQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RrzoDBJQbF8/s1600-h/mum+bday+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882231035779330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFx9tIWQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RrzoDBJQbF8/s400/mum+bday+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so whats up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHIUmTIdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OZPRVBZ_ecI/s1600-h/joanne+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210883714649891282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHIUmTIdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OZPRVBZ_ecI/s400/joanne+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHIpep2_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/djn3dBiDRag/s1600-h/joanne+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210883720254970866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHIpep2_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/djn3dBiDRag/s400/joanne+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHI5VbTqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iOxD_qZ1C_M/s1600-h/joanne+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210883724511235746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHI5VbTqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iOxD_qZ1C_M/s400/joanne+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHJda5JhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S3DLcTaS0Vs/s1600-h/joanne+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210883734197839378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHJda5JhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S3DLcTaS0Vs/s400/joanne+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHH6vLkcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/K38RrukHPHU/s1600-h/joanne+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210883707707822530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDHH6vLkcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/K38RrukHPHU/s400/joanne+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha i didnt know what is wrong with the pose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply la!Exercising pose?i suppose!whahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDBWJQOwvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sLYidmelqME/s1600-h/mum+bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210877355052942066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDBWJQOwvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sLYidmelqME/s400/mum+bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDBWjW0CmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/M8EGvYVl5Z0/s1600-h/mum+bday+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210877362059872866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDBWjW0CmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/M8EGvYVl5Z0/s400/mum+bday+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDBW5JxvBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PQygk-MN0t4/s1600-h/mum+bday+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210877367910775826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDBW5JxvBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PQygk-MN0t4/s400/mum+bday+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, here's the pixxie for mummy's bday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneak previous a bit of the food &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDJjeK5EOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vpma_WoWZqs/s1600-h/mum+bday+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886380099014882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDJjeK5EOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vpma_WoWZqs/s400/mum+bday+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mummy &amp;amp; daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDCqLORFRI/AAAAAAAAANE/SFjrMdtK_2w/s1600-h/mum+bday+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210878798690587922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDCqLORFRI/AAAAAAAAANE/SFjrMdtK_2w/s400/mum+bday+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second sis and hubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDCqflpnyI/AAAAAAAAANM/NIRqWXx1htw/s1600-h/mun+bday+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210878804157374242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDCqflpnyI/AAAAAAAAANM/NIRqWXx1htw/s400/mun+bday+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First sis ande hubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a special column, only picture for couples!Single, STAY OUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So single are basically lonely on that night, faster find one lah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..continue!Here u go! =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEiof0R9I/AAAAAAAAANk/kc9K0Eqt1v8/s1600-h/mum+bday+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210880868133128146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEiof0R9I/AAAAAAAAANk/kc9K0Eqt1v8/s400/mum+bday+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEi3R6pcI/AAAAAAAAANs/CwFYV3F8I8Q/s1600-h/mum+bday+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210880872101356994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEi3R6pcI/AAAAAAAAANs/CwFYV3F8I8Q/s400/mum+bday+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEjBvYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/vwBtMKmDOAA/s1600-h/mum+bday+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210880874909296482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEjBvYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/vwBtMKmDOAA/s400/mum+bday+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEjvz01XI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qAbr-95UEtA/s1600-h/mum+bdau+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210880887275967858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDEjvz01XI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qAbr-95UEtA/s400/mum+bdau+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFwr89p5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/uL_HbaGpbcM/s1600-h/mum+bday+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882209090480018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFwr89p5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/uL_HbaGpbcM/s400/mum+bday+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFxDan8SI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Bps_OvxoGNc/s1600-h/mum+bday+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882215388901666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFxDan8SI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Bps_OvxoGNc/s400/mum+bday+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFxiEe0_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/VCCyJVlqyos/s1600-h/mum+bday+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882223617528818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFxiEe0_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/VCCyJVlqyos/s400/mum+bday+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-463008855978173521?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/463008855978173521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=463008855978173521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/463008855978173521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/463008855978173521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/06/pics.html' title='Pics!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SFDFx9tIWQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RrzoDBJQbF8/s72-c/mum+bday+16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8295200743781500240</id><published>2008-05-30T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:25:25.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what again la?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So what is it again this time.&lt;br /&gt;Huh!hah!heh!&lt;br /&gt;I tried advertising my e-boutique blog site at other blogger’s e-boutique site.&lt;br /&gt;There is many viewer, yes there is&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse, I’ve tried other advertising method.&lt;br /&gt;Huh!hah!heh!&lt;br /&gt;Many viewers!&lt;br /&gt;But I only receive about six e-mails so far.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m glad as Most of the buyer get two items at once.&lt;br /&gt;They love the checked trench coat and dress dress to the bitss!&lt;br /&gt;I called the supplier up today and ask for reservation, am gonna go collect it this weekend. I can’t wait! I got in stock for the white trench coat.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I got it for my self as well! *Woots!*&lt;br /&gt;I find it weird as no one is interested in the cutesy hang top yet and only one buyer who ask me about the mini orange trench only!&lt;br /&gt;This both item, I love it loads. I plan to take it myself if no one buys it.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..they’re pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news..I check my email today morning, no new buyer yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Hope there will be more and more and more and more buyers soon!&lt;br /&gt;I receive an email from a Singaporean today morning. Asking if there is any chance of me sending out the item to Singapore and that do I receive conceal cash.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I do not mind sending the item to Singapore as they bear the shipping charges.&lt;br /&gt;but im unsure what is conceal cash!whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. I am eager to advertise my stuff once more. But then my office internet is down. Sigh. sigh sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sleepy lah!!wanna go home lahhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8295200743781500240?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8295200743781500240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8295200743781500240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8295200743781500240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8295200743781500240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-again-la.html' title='what again la?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3922058446439408200</id><published>2008-05-30T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:23:21.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>queenie mummy's bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its my queenie mummy’s birthday!!So wassup on that night?&lt;br /&gt;We went to ah yat in pj for dinner, and its so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Eventually went home, cut cake and ofcourse, picture session for memories! *wooots*&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad afternoon for teng&lt;br /&gt;She ordered a three kg round shape tiramisu from alexis for mummy as mummy dislike square shape cakes. When she arrived, it came out with SQUARE SHAPE.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, not gonna collect them as they made a huge mistake and its queenie mummy’s birthday!&lt;br /&gt;So she went to one u and in the basement my car got bang!BANG!My lovely baby turned into a horrible ugly monster!It need an advance plastic surgery so badly!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and then she went to the workshop with the couple paid that stupiaks swift minor damages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she went back to one utama and bought a chocolate cake from delicious. And that is, on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Picture will be uploaded soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3922058446439408200?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3922058446439408200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3922058446439408200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3922058446439408200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3922058446439408200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/queenie-mummys-bday.html' title='queenie mummy&apos;s bday!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5611463037083168926</id><published>2008-05-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:21:37.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Sat *Stock take*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was an extremely exhausted day!&lt;br /&gt;But I never complain much nor feel frustrated that day!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I never complain much about the hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;I was doing something which I thought of doing since last year!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah e-boutique!&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that I made it!&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the supplier, seeking for pretty clothes and asking tone of questions for six hours! Six hours but only ended up getting about 12 pieces of precious outfit.&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time of choosing clothe!&lt;br /&gt;Some clothe are pretty but the prices are high and that all sizes and colors are needed to be bought. Ofcourse, I dare not take the risk of taking in too expensive outfit with lots of sizes and colors as I’m afraid I can’t sell those out.&lt;br /&gt;Now itself, people’s already complaining that my item are expensive!&lt;br /&gt;I still stand still on my opinion, that my item are CHEAP and REASONABLE.&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why!&lt;br /&gt;You see, In guess shop.A trench coat sometimes cost about 500 near to 600.&lt;br /&gt;In those branded shop, it cost mostly about One thousand or more!&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse the quality is different compared to the normal brandless cheapo boutique.&lt;br /&gt;In those normal brandless boutique, a normal piece cost about 89.90 or so on!&lt;br /&gt;So what does a 50, 75 and 64 trench coat mean to you in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;You want good quality, you want it cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think anyone can provide you this.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to tell me that you can get a piece of CHEAP clothe in SUNGEI WANG with GOOD QUALITY, then I bet you are BEING STUPID, or maybe living in a KAMPUNG AREA where u do not know what GOOD MATERIAL and QUALITY mean.&lt;br /&gt;As in the Chinese said *THE AMOUNT OF PRICE PAID, IS THE QUALITY WE GET* and I definitely Said *Yes, It is very true!!!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the imitation LV and the original!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been using this original lv ever since I was fifteen up to today, and yet it is not worn out!Only season! Look, at the six years stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My friend’s complaining to me about her new imitation LV she bought in Petaling Street where the zip came out after second time of using it.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;One word. QUALITY.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the supplier and saw them having IMITATION of TOPSHOP singlet and BABY tee. What the hack?topshop also imitate.waha!but ofcourse, the quality are different! Although topshop is a cheap brand in abroad, but somehow it look much much better compare to malaysia’s cheap boutique and sungei wang clothes. Ofcourse, girls like seeking for cheap clothe. If you want cheap clothe then you have to bear with its quality. Do not complain to me that my stuffs are expensive but nice. Nice? Then shut up. When you actually want a cheap stuff with nice design and material!&lt;br /&gt;Look at my post. There are cheap stuff as well. But look its design and compare it with the trench coat. :D! Ofcourse, I have a reason for putting the price for each piece of clothe.&lt;br /&gt;Like IT, then Take it. Expensive, then Leave it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5611463037083168926?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5611463037083168926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5611463037083168926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5611463037083168926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5611463037083168926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-sat-stock-take.html' title='Last Sat *Stock take*'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-29199249462723373</id><published>2008-05-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:20:31.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We went to dinner in crystal crown, also with kong kong and ah ku this year&lt;br /&gt;We use to dine together with granny as well but granny pass away last two years, leaving only grand dad alone. The incident is like so new. So new yet when I see granny’s picture, she’s like still so near to all of us. Sigh. I miss her! Miss granny to the bits.&lt;br /&gt;I know that granny is leaving happily and peacefully in heaven where she is free from sufferins. It is a good place afterall J!&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah!!So we went to dinner in Crystal Crown and the food was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Bump into David there, teng was so embarrassing because she was carrying baby’s backpack where it is filled with little barney and BJ hanging on both right and left hand side of the bag!and most important issue the bag is huge!whahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;To put in baby’s milk bottle, termos, etc etc!&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. The embarrassing moment passed when we enter the main door.&lt;br /&gt;Whahahahaha!!ok dats it for mother’s day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-29199249462723373?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/29199249462723373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=29199249462723373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/29199249462723373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/29199249462723373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4747019357179033409</id><published>2008-05-27T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:03:18.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>polo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_xvWnimI/AAAAAAAAAME/v338XueXpBo/s1600-h/polo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204964655602567778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_xvWnimI/AAAAAAAAAME/v338XueXpBo/s400/polo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yPWninI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hIsBTzfJKkI/s1600-h/polo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204964664192502386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yPWninI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hIsBTzfJKkI/s400/polo+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yPWnioI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3lZ0mq6f35k/s1600-h/polo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204964664192502402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yPWnioI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3lZ0mq6f35k/s400/polo+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yfWnipI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mtouvGi_6Vo/s1600-h/polo+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204964668487469714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yfWnipI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mtouvGi_6Vo/s400/polo+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yvWniqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TmmUr0TFJFE/s1600-h/polo+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204964672782437026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_yvWniqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TmmUr0TFJFE/s400/polo+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu9L_WnilI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6vNpUgGvaD4/s1600-h/polo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204961808039250514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu9L_WnilI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6vNpUgGvaD4/s400/polo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yeah!pictures of adorable polo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;darn..i look freaking *chan* on that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;botanic club house had some kinda dog event on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dog competition er?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wanted to go but rain pourr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*dish* heard that there are lots of beautiful dogs and youngsters!woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;polo run around the garden, and kept peeing because he is not use to daddy's house yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;his first time, but still, he is excited!keke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;args!he even peed a lil on my hand, how disgustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i carried polo, owhhh warm body he have!nice ;D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4747019357179033409?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4747019357179033409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4747019357179033409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4747019357179033409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4747019357179033409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/polo.html' title='polo'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SDu_xvWnimI/AAAAAAAAAME/v338XueXpBo/s72-c/polo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-9137988810146123398</id><published>2008-05-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:36:22.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short, long,dye,not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I took such a long long time for me to decide how many inch of hair I should cut them off. I thought of chopping off five inch, leaving it looking short and then go for a new hair dye. I think shorter will look more alive and young compare to long draggy hair. Somehow I could not deny that I love long hair. But sometimes looking at the mirror, I feel it doesn’t suit me that much. But girls are meant to be with long hair isn’t it?what the hack. Some girl look so good with short hair. HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“eh this clothe. Long hair nicer, that clothe, short hair nicer.” What the hack. Super shitty. I plan to keep my mouth shut and let the hair stylist decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;What the hack again. Another problem arise. I didn’t want to go back to cut above J***** C***anymore. Wtf ofcourse I’m shy to go back to Midvalley for other stylist since J***** C*** is around. She is my hair stylist eversince sixteen!She must know I am unhappy with her dishonesty the last three month I went. I thought of changing new saloon. And hence, I thought maybe I should try out haute in Pavillion,ofcourse not for Andy Ho.Who do not know that he is such talented?Two hundred plus for an inch hair cut. Not for a student standard I think. Hair cut below hundred eighty is still acceptable. I mean dick.Yes he is such talented!&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just simply go to the Sunway’s cut above. Walk in. simply select a name from the board. Sometimes I really cannot stand my self for behaving like that.I have a habit of thinking up to fifty and sixty time just for a hair cut or hair dye. Scared hair damage, dissatisfy hair cut and all the unimportant shit. I have to admit that I am a little too picky, too demanding and too conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Again I like this hair color which I hardly describe. I explained to the hair stylist but ended up after a few hair wash my hair color turn to be the normal brown. They recommend to use color hair shampoo for a month to maintain its color. I did it, but still never remain.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dye my hair. Maybe just at a trustable saloon in Klang. I don’t know if it will do any harm to my hair. I never trust Klang saloon except for the basic one, hair wash and treatment.One day I tried dying my hair in klang and came to realize that, they are not that bad afterall. Unlike highlight where it need skills!What the hack?It is so ugly and untidy looking at some girls with ugly highlighted hair. One big patch one big patch, highlight part to thin, or color combination sux.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the eight to ninth time, “Or I should dye and then high light my hair in bright bright color” darn. Sometimes high light will look untidy. I do not understand why I need to crack my brain so hard just for this tiny little unimportant stuff. And again, I cant stop my self from thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-9137988810146123398?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/9137988810146123398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=9137988810146123398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/9137988810146123398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/9137988810146123398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/short-longdyenot.html' title='short, long,dye,not.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5035578167381622228</id><published>2008-05-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:31:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>case two. Sucky JC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Case two. Same hair stylist, her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my sister’s waiting for me in the saloon one day. She touched her hair and said&lt;br /&gt;“who make this hair color for you?one patch one patch. Not nice.Change color la..Change color to replace this..etc etc” As usual in Cantonese and in professional way of comment.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside my sister’s heart, she is thinking&lt;br /&gt;“You did this for me, and now u’re commenting on your own work”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5035578167381622228?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5035578167381622228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5035578167381622228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5035578167381622228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5035578167381622228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/case-two-sucky-jc.html' title='case two. Sucky JC'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5452279541540078855</id><published>2008-05-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:30:39.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sucky JC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I promise Wai yoke to tell her what happen. Sorry for the delay babe! I like the way she cut my hair. People’s telling me its time for met o change stylist, hair style the same since young. But what the hack? She knows I am demanding. She knows I am picky. She knows I am conscious. She knew that all. I am comfortable with her and the so use to it environment. Also, confident with her.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I only want to do a hair cut. She look at my hair and said it is too dry. No matter what treatment I do, it will not do any better as it can’t absorb. she insisted that I should do color treatment. I can see a huge difference. My hair will go shiny and healthy once more. I ask very precisely is it a treatment, and is there any other treatment that I should do after this? She said no only this. Wtf. I agree. I thought it is a treatment for hair color peeps. She gave me a board fill with hair colors in it, asking me to select. I was a little surprise. She never tell me in detail that this treatment contain color. I paused. And ask and ask and ask, she insist insist insist will bring huge difference after this treatment. Hence I ask her to help me pick a color similar to my current one. She said “okok mo man tai” I remind her twice and three time. “ngo yue same color ok”.&lt;br /&gt;“no problem la. I will give u the same color back k”&lt;br /&gt;“again I said, Same color k!!Remember&lt;br /&gt;And she said “yes yes!Same color, don’t worry”&lt;br /&gt;“okok.hehe” I replied”&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the worker applied the cream on my hair as selected by her. I was fucking shock looking at how dark the color is. I love black and super dark brown hair. But it doesn’t suit me. Fair girls look very nice with it. But not with girls in my skin color. I ask the girl “Why my hair color so dark?what color is this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Color treatment is like this one. Wont go any brighter. Dark color” She answered.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly replied “J***** C** told me that I will get back my current bright color!”&lt;br /&gt;“oh ok ok Later I ask J***** C*** to come”&lt;br /&gt;“No. Please ask her now, I don’t want a dark color!”&lt;br /&gt;And she came.&lt;br /&gt;“yes why? Nice what this color”&lt;br /&gt;“hey J*****, this color is dark?”&lt;br /&gt;“hmmm..Not very dark la..not very bright.Something like your sis’s hair, slightly darker”&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck!I was thinking, my sis hair is not bright itself!&lt;br /&gt;“I want to wash away the cream, can?i will pay for it but I want to wash my hair color away..” I replied in a slow and worry voice.I was freaking sad.She knew it!&lt;br /&gt;She convince me “nono..Dont wash. This color suit you one. Darker color look better on you.Now mm heng bright color d (damn it. I know. But I DUWANT DARK!)&lt;br /&gt;They need to provide a service which satisfy a customer’s need, not their need!WHY TWIST AND TURN.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking twice, whatever. I already did it. I keep my mouth shut, smile, and said ok.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside. One word. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;So apply apply, wah super duper dark brown*hehe* Like wearing wig.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it is time for me to wash the cream away.&lt;br /&gt;She ask the girl to blow dry my hair, let me see its result.&lt;br /&gt;Before applying ANOTHER TREATMENT.&lt;br /&gt;She only told me there is one treatment, remember?&lt;br /&gt;I replied “mm..its ok need not blow dry ya, the color’s already in my hair, cant do anything even if I see it, Just apply the treatment cream k”&lt;br /&gt;I need the treatment as I am worry the color treatment will harm my hair even with very verylittle percentage of chemical.Because I just dye my hair two months back and rebonding One month ago!this is why I plan not to touch any chemical stuff yet!BUT SHE!DARN.MAKE MY HAIR SPOILT.She didn’t tell answer me “yes only one treatment, color shine”&lt;br /&gt;I get out of the shop and call the Klang Saloon at once.&lt;br /&gt;No difference as well after the hair cut. After I leave I call another saloon and ask&lt;br /&gt;if I can have my hair dye tomorrow, thanks god. My saviour.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to wait for a few days.and said maybe the color will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited and waited, after one, two and few freakin weeks. My hair color came back. Thanks god.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. I knew about this treatment. but I call it as color shine. If I knew it is color shine, I will definitely say NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5452279541540078855?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5452279541540078855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5452279541540078855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5452279541540078855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5452279541540078855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/sucky-jc.html' title='sucky JC'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8131159266957530755</id><published>2008-05-22T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:52:45.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I appreciate it freakin loads for the farewell dinner!wus having a blastful evening with a few close colleague, Irene, Ms Wong, Jessie, Alice and of course my sister!We have our dinner at yuen steamboat in Sunway!I felt so touch as Ms Wong skip her home dinner specially for me =)!She is one of the most kuai girl who never fail to go home for dinner. Many times she rejected us due to some personal reason. I am surprise, when she agree to come. Working in office for few years, this is the first time Ms Wong follow us to dinner. How sweet!Today, she made it because of me!Again, ms wong made it!!I appreciate it very very very much. A superbly nice girl.And ofcourse, not to be forgotten Alice!Who sound out this plan. owwh. So nice of her, still remembering that i like the steamboat in yuen.Thanks loadsss!And each of everyone, U guys make me miss you all even more, feel a little keberatan to leave. *Tears tears* what the hack, sound so emotional. thinking twice, i can go back to office anytime, anyday!what da..eh eh..back to the channel, I sound so emotional because i am touch..Especially with Ms wong's action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8131159266957530755?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8131159266957530755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8131159266957530755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8131159266957530755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8131159266957530755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-thanks.html' title='thanks thanks!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3119779657588963862</id><published>2008-05-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:36:13.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business partnership. What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Operating business with a partner is not as easy as teaming up with a friend in building a sand castle by the beach side. A Disagreement and different suggestion in beautifying the sand castle may lead to an argument. So what is worst than a disagreement in the adult business world? In the childhood days, we are enemy today and best friend tomorrow! "Ok lah, I decided to friend back with you" Hand by hand both young girls will walk in the school compound, sharing secrets and playing teacher teacher once more. In the adult world, things are much more complicated and different. Conflict in the adult world is as though a wall had built in between two party. I always feel choosing a partner in doing either a small or big business is  crucial. A person's character must be analyse precisely. This can be hear everywhere,"most important must be patient, tolerate and accept each other opinion la" If things are so simple, why are there so many business partner who ended up splitting, forming up their own business? It is not only about tolerance, Patience and accepting one another's opinion. There are many many more to see. What about the workload?What if you are doing most of the job all alone while the other party only give a little comment on stuff you pick up and enjoy the money earn. At times it is so hard to tell them the problem, else be honest and ended up offended the other party..Sounds minor?but oh!believe me, this is where conflict start to arise. Things are so different at the childhood days, Easy to say! "Jess, yea..when we grow up we will own a nail art shop!wah..decorate all pink color, with polkadot chair, a place for customer to read magazine and drink, do those japanese japanese nail art" Both happily chatting..Grown up, plan succeeded. But when it comes to planning,"huh?Amanda, I think we should change the tiles to wood, and I prefer the theme to be in leave green and white! Japanese nail art is lala.Why don't we focus more on the western one? Sounds like a small problem? This is where conflict arise, from tinny little problems.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, operating a partnership business isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;My brain's stuck. cannot think what to write anymore. too sleepy. good night peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3119779657588963862?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3119779657588963862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3119779657588963862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3119779657588963862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3119779657588963862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/business-partnership-what.html' title='Business partnership. What?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8015646147393164460</id><published>2008-05-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:24:26.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An average bad news and a definitely good news for me myself.&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be my last week at work! I gonna miss moments of me working together with my colleagues! I still miss the office located in Port Klang. I went to the Port Klang Affin Bank yesterday!Superbly old feel, Super convenient, everythin’s so  near!Everything’s still the same! Arg, how much I miss the moment when me and ms Wong would walk to an Indian shop nearby Mydin to buy its superbly delicious Indian rice!The delicious Ikan Bakar, Better than nothing Mee Hun Ker, Fruit Stall, Vegetarian Shop, yummy Fried Kuey Tiow and Chicken Rice!Miss the moment when we have lunch together at my table, crappin!Tea time with rocky or strawberry dip biscuits!i also love the moment replace Molly in key in request for haulage, Its oh so busy yet so fun! I really enjoy the few weeks! *wee!* Also, memories of shifting office, trying so hard to wrap the CPU, keyboard, monitor. Things turned out to be worst. Tertinggal one of my colleague’s monitor wyre. Terwrap with my sister’s cpu!waha. Thought u can be Jack Lee? DREAM ON! Shifted office, trying so hard to plug in all the wyre wyre to cpu, can’t believe I can’t do it!!SIMPLE TASK! Trying so hard. End up fail too. Need Jack ass help alas.  Will miss the moment helping out my sis, chatting, laughing, screaming, after job eating and yum cha session! Always not puncture in fetching her, eight fifteen become eight thirty! Gonna ms my new colleague Jessie, hyper active and happy go lucky girl!She keep the whole office so merry!!A very nice person. And so on so on, miss everyone in conclusion! Definitely good news is that I can sleep till late afternoon! And I’m gonna start of with my e-bis!pray hard that things will turn out to be good. Class gonna commence too on July. Back to CIMP once more. God bless me with superbly nice classmate and lecturer please, and also wish time will pass by superbly fast. In a blink. Tada! Five months pass. No more chap fan together with colleague at pantry, no more dinner or lunch outing in nearby Jusco, most importantly no more salary, means no more extra $$, means sad. Afterall, this is the greatest and happiest moment of me working in daddy’s office. Sorry Ms wong for the little tiny similar errors at work!waahha  Muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8015646147393164460?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8015646147393164460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8015646147393164460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8015646147393164460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8015646147393164460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/leaving-work.html' title='leaving work'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2474372177887912737</id><published>2008-05-22T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:23:11.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sicko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Suddenly my camp cough memories came across my mind again! *dish* picture of medicine flew pass by my eye!&lt;br /&gt;There were so many trainees who were sick, many people cough, fever and faint during the marching session. Due to the hot weather, lack of sleep, and food consume. I am one of them who encounter the situation above. Everything’s alright, leaving a healthy life of Ms J in camp, happily! Only once, fever. Phew! Body’s burning. Yet, still need to attend the activity, thanks god fever subside after a day or two. What is worst than that? My cough!!I’ve never cough this bad ever since I was a young kid up till today. I drank Five bottle of cough medicine in two and the half months, and ate cough medicine pill. Yet not cure yet. Cough every morning during the morning assembly, I felt so humiliating when the surrounding is so quiet, and yet I am coughing none stop,I always carry sweet and water with me. This is what I can stop my self from coughing for at least two minutes!Phlemge. I’m so dumb. I was so happy to see phlemge at that moment. I thought phlemge cough is better than dry cough. Once phlemge is remove, everythin’s gonna be alright. But no!i came to realize that, once I spit it away, it comes back after another 2 minutes. I, still didn’t know how bad it was. Continue eating ma favourite lexus chocolate biscuits, Fry food and junk food, only stop drinking cold drinks. I was so glad that my mum successfully applied a five days holiday for me. Everyone’s surprise as five days is obviously hard to apply, or can’t even get dem. I never enjoy with my friends when back home as I sleep almost 24 hours a day!I’m freaking sleepy. First time in my life I slept in the cinema, slept even on public bench while waiting!How humiliating! Slept in the restaurant after food. Slept in the car. I rarely slept in car too!I slept five days, went to the doctor, took medicine, went back to camp. Still coughing. Finally, its time for us leave camp…Camp’s happy day’s over.I went to the doctor, he said there were loads of phlemge in my lungs, inside. Might get bronchitis. What the hack? I was so afraid. Bronchitis!What on earth is that shiats I’m gonna get. I get to know from the doctor that phlemge are harder to cure than dry cough. He gave me a medicine to stop my phlemge, and then only cure my cough. And yes,  GOAL! I cured just in two weeks time!How smart Dr. Phang!I can enjoy all the luxuries!This lead in remindin me of the bad marks I have on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;My mother shocked and worry of seeing those marks. Purple big twenty cent spot all over my leg, my thigh, on top of my butt, all purple twenty cent spot. Inside a little bit redish like blood clog. Thanks to the darn poison mosquito and bug which bite me. My mum’s so worry it’ll leave marks on my leg. It was so darn bad back then. Thanks god, it is all gone now!I am living a daily happy life in camp, but unfortunately I feel so sorry suddenly for making my parents so worry about me. I can feel their love, oh so so much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2474372177887912737?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2474372177887912737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2474372177887912737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2474372177887912737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2474372177887912737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/sicko.html' title='sicko'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8966674455285835033</id><published>2008-05-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:22:20.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tingling feelin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I heard a song played on the radio, a Chinese song which I often heard when I was in camp. A kind of feeling which I hardly describe... Feeling sour or sweet I didn’t know. I miss the moment I had with my group of friends in camp. We still meet, up till today.  But somehow the feeling is extremely different compared to before. A kind of undescridable special sisterly love feel. This, I specially refer to my closest one, Mei. I loathe her most. We spend two and the half sweet month together, filled with hundreds of unforgettable memories. She has the most similar characteristic as me, Identical! Even have similar funny family stories!I guess, this is why we click. We talked and shared our problems together, we caught fishes and prawns during talk in the hall, we sleep, shower and have our meals together. The first day entering camp, I was in dorm two. I shifted to dorm three, and after a week here came few new girls. Soon five of us became very close friends. We stick to one another everywhere we go. Me and Mei were the closest among all, I didn’t know why but it feel all so special. Soon, I got to know that she is the cousin of my close friend,Joanne and Jolene and that she stayed two row behind of my house. Few friends of hers are also friends of mine. How coincident! Soon, we share a lot in common..We would stay awake till two o clock midnight everyday writing little letters to our so call camp lovers, with a mini torchlight by our side, a cup of maggie mee, and our all time favorite Lexus chocolate biscuit. Both of us can finish four large packets in one and the half weeks! We were always late for Physical Training class, afternoon assembly and marching session! This is one of the reason why  trainers mark on us in camp! We would brush teeth and wash face together every night, she is the one who patiently waited for me in the washroom for almost twenty minutes! together with those big fat poison mosquito stinking both our legs! This Chinese song actually remind me of her and denise. *Sarangheyo means I Love you* I could not remember its name or its singer, but this is the part which I can only remember. I wonder is this the ringtone I am using when I was in camp? What reminds me of them each time I hear this song? Is it because I secretly admiring Denise which remind me of the Chinese song Denise  played all the time?Or is it because I’m using that sarangheyo ringtone and that it rings each time when I am with mei? Feeling really weird. There is also a song which reminds me of this particular person in camp, fast and the furious song! Muahahah I use to love it to the max when I was in camp, famous back then eh? Listening to it once more now, I feel it sounds like a lala song. Overall, I love CAMP!Never want to enroll, once enroll, never wants to leave.One of my greatest moment in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8966674455285835033?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8966674455285835033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8966674455285835033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8966674455285835033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8966674455285835033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/tingling-feelin.html' title='tingling feelin.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-557015487373804580</id><published>2008-05-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:21:09.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acceptable morning jam, warm greeting in mcdonald, traffic light in green most of the time, (I pass more about ten traffic lights today morning!).&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm good. A very good morning. Today seem like a good day for me. A Good good day with a good good sleepy mood. Gonna clear all my task, next week will be my last week of work.&lt;br /&gt;Wahoo yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely joyful and anxious about the e-biz.Like the growth of tree and vegetable, root can be seen.After so long of analyzing how to insert the chatbox in e-bis blog, alasss *tears* alas I successfully inserted! *claps claps* A small small starting step. I felt a little afraid as there are many competitors.. many question arose. My mind’s stuck at times when it comes to calculating..Very bad in mathematic.Wanna calculate tiny little thingy also make my head go spinning..Why huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1+1=2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;234+256= 480 (WHAT?WRONG VERY WRONG!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Already said. PROVEN.MATHEMATIC failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport time for my brain eh I guess.train a lil on easy minor calculation. Math failure..keke.. Shhh but MONEY excluded k!!$$ I love. Who don’t? =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-557015487373804580?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/557015487373804580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=557015487373804580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/557015487373804580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/557015487373804580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/clear.html' title='clear!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-529666221618920561</id><published>2008-05-20T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:18:02.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>commenceeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>i will be back to sunway!!Nope, not KDU or KBU!&lt;br /&gt;I'll join either one of it on year 2009 January.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta continue back my CIMP on july, graduate on November,and get started with my first year on year 2009, January. After three years, Here you Go with your degree cert!&lt;br /&gt;Four years and the half is too lenghty eh, why must i be so dumb to start everythin all over again just because i dont really favour sunway's cimp?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess time flies very quickly!zuuuuuuuP!in a blink, 5 months had pass. and buhbye darn sunway!Since the first day stepping into its compound till today, I didnt know why I don't favour its college, Its environment, Its kolot cafe, Its uncomfy computer lab, Its WASHROOM!Its parking space!SO many cars yet so little space!!FRUSTRATING. Though i'm already there for 1 and the half years but i still don't favor it. i just dont have the feeling..The feeling like how I was in Taylors Business School. I heart it to the bits.I just wanna get out of Sunway University College as soon as i finish my darn pre U.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say GOODBYE with a broad smile on ma face.&lt;br /&gt;I love taylorrs business school the most. It rocks. Love the environmment, the classroom, the lecturer,the classmate, and mostly the memories I had with my Chimui. It all started back there in tbs year 2005 ;D! It rocks. To the max. max max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-529666221618920561?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/529666221618920561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=529666221618920561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/529666221618920561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/529666221618920561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/commenceeeeeeeee.html' title='commenceeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-6076285253063421843</id><published>2008-05-20T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:04:05.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e-business!</title><content type='html'>I thought of starting e-business last year during my break which is on December. Ofcourse, my plan never come true..As you know i love to plan, but ended up not doing it! Somehow, this plan of mine kept appearing on my mind up to today! I wonder if it is time for me to start doing it before my class commence on July..Also, I wonder if I will regret doing it or will I actually feel happy with its achievement?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Thinking about it, the word regret should be eleminated in my post. At least i try. i have to be confident instead of only thinking of the negative side. What if things turn out to be good? Trying is better than not trying, at least I get to know what it will turn out to be. Rather than me, only imagining it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-6076285253063421843?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/6076285253063421843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=6076285253063421843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6076285253063421843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6076285253063421843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-business.html' title='e-business!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5382756389095556562</id><published>2008-05-18T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:20:04.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am not assured if what i see in them is hundred percent correct. But somehow, I cannot deny my assurance on the obvious one. I doubt is it due to the friendship problems i had encounter when I was young, which lead to a better me in seeing a girl's characteristic. I told my self I have to learnt not to care so much of friends who least appreciate me, keep the good one who loves me like how I love her. This will avoid me from feeling disappointed and sad..Therefore I finally realised having few good girl friends, is better than having many negative girl friends who keep dissapointing me.. As the common said "Quality but not Quantity".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In my dictionary,quality means appreciation. Not those who are rich and with higher status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I felt disappointed seeing friends who are so close to you at this moment,but the other moment shifted the attention to the other group of friends, and then back to you after a moment of not seeing you?I could not find a reason for me to appreciate these people.A friend, who often make you sad when these kinda problem arose.A good friend, is those who are always by your side, even meet up with you though she have her own new friends. I definitely appreciate and love these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I learnt to accept everyone surrounding me with different characteristic as everyone is not perfect including me. If i were to choose a friend only with a perfect characteristic, then I bet i will not have any friends, as we know every single person is not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can accept those who has weakness but not those who does not appreciate a friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thanks to all my babes who appreciate me as much as i appreciate U. Obviously, I loath U. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5382756389095556562?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5382756389095556562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5382756389095556562&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5382756389095556562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5382756389095556562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendship-for.html' title='Appreciation matters'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5850915068114271973</id><published>2008-05-16T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T05:22:09.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kdu or kbu,?er?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went to kbu and kdu to enquire about my course today. KBu environement is good, i like it but its freaking quiet!I saw less than ten students walking around and there is only few cars around. Very quiet huh!but i kinda like the environment. I got to know that i cant get exemption even in diploma in business, i need four years and the half to complete. So, they advise me to pick up foundation and then proceed to uk programme for three years. Four years total. I like the parking space as well. Guess i need not worry like when i was in sunway :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to Kdu, very merry!but the college is older ofcourse, alot of hot walkway, no aircond.BUt alot of students! i kinda like its environment because it is merry!But there is problem with its parking. I hate if i cant get parking.Still, same answer I got. No exemption in foundation, maybe there is in diploma. Need to wait for the guy's call on Tuesday. But the advisor told me the same thing, to pick up foundation, proceed to degree rather than pick up diploma if im sure i wants to finish my degree.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, i already made up my mind just study in klang since i just want to get a darn degree certificate, and to avoid the far far journey because of the jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;im stuck. what matter most is to complete my degree. im.stuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;blame my self for being too playful back in taylors, n wasted on year waitin for ns. another year in sunway? suppose to join third sem in jan, delay to march. got to know march only consist of two subject which i've taken before. so cant join them. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;stupid joanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5850915068114271973?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5850915068114271973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5850915068114271973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5850915068114271973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5850915068114271973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/kdu-or-kbuer.html' title='kdu or kbu,?er?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-750404964455568794</id><published>2008-05-16T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:43:17.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Woke up from sleep, saw a miss call number 60301. Weird number eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;eh. i kena the indonesia bomoh ker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Received a forwarded sms yesterday, written do not picked up a red color number starting with 60 and 80 err..or 08?forgotten la..keke!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I received a miss call in 60!!!BUt in black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;scaryy merry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dont know if its true, but it stated,four ppl had died n is published in the newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wonder if its factsss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;STAY AWAYYYY STAY AWAYYY shitty 60301.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If there is no more blog entry for one week means i'm gone ledii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;meansssss it is proven facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;buhbyeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-750404964455568794?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/750404964455568794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=750404964455568794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/750404964455568794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/750404964455568794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/what.html' title='what!!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2455924782082224574</id><published>2008-05-14T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:14:41.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my newborn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Good news about my newborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ofcourse, not baby!Who suppose to be the daddy then if i have a newborn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ehh!!!I'm referring to my newborn wisdom tooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Surprisingly, I didnt notice its existence until one day when i open my mouth to apply my ulcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so glad that it does not ache. Im always afraid the grow of wisdom tooth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as two of my sister went for operation. Each wisdom tooth grow, they have to take it off, as it ache terribly and swollen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My friends, a few of them as well went for this minor operation, so i thought i surely need to go for it as well when my grows. I'm so afraid. but uh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thanks god, I'm bless with a healthy wisdom tooth. I can see the squarish white teeth growing out from the gum. *gum?gam?whatever as long as sounds like it, hack it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2455924782082224574?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2455924782082224574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2455924782082224574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2455924782082224574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2455924782082224574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-newborn.html' title='my newborn!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-7390126392688171038</id><published>2008-05-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:07:42.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>merry merry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Each time i step out my house door, i felt glad as i could see so many people working on the empty house, renovating them. On my left, front, behind. Everywhere. Surrounded by workers. I'm glad as i will have more neighbours soon!Then, it will be merrier! Merrier merrier, the streets will be merrier!People jogging and cycling around. I love merry housing area!!Merry merry merry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-7390126392688171038?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/7390126392688171038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=7390126392688171038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7390126392688171038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7390126392688171038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/merry-merry.html' title='merry merry!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-856068375262855194</id><published>2008-05-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:57:53.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better nails!</title><content type='html'>I realise i have stronger nails now after applying the sally hensen nail strenghtener for few weeks!I'm very glad that it is not as weak as before!Wah, before this it will break into half or brittle after my hair wash, or bath!Brittle after fourty five minutes of contact with water?Sometimes i doubt is it due to the frequent nail art i've done?Imean, i didnt give my nail a good rest, as nail polish stays on my nail everyday! Because of my weak nail, I've rested my nail for quite sometime!only apply plain color my self, at home a few times. But still, veli sad. never recover. bully me!!But recently,my nails are strong as the popeye the sailor man pit pit!Hope it can last long long long long long. Because i want a long nail to apply nail polish or to do nail art as long nail looks prettier to apply or draw compare to the short one! I always have nail art on my hand with shorty nails due to the freuquent brittle weak nail!HMMMMM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-856068375262855194?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/856068375262855194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=856068375262855194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/856068375262855194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/856068375262855194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/better-nails.html' title='better nails!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-479071781944941240</id><published>2008-05-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:45:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic, I lup!</title><content type='html'>I entered the comic shop, and look around..It attracted me as they have various type of comics with different language!I'm like, back to the kids world!Free from worries, the happy world! Few days later, I went back to the comic shop planning to purchase a set of shin chan. The sales girl then recommend me Dr.Slump, claimed that it is extremely funny! Even funnier than Shin Chan. i bought a set of it, after listening to her confident recommendation!and yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahahahahwhahahahwhahaa" Is all i could hear throughout the comic reading session!It is really funny!!At least somethiing new!I went home and arrange it all on my white rack!at least it wont look so empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news good newssss..!a set of doraemon is on the way to the&lt;br /&gt;comic shop &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my hand &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To my rack &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I read &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I laugh &lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Makes me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-479071781944941240?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/479071781944941240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=479071781944941240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/479071781944941240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/479071781944941240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/comic-i-lup.html' title='Comic, I lup!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4901662403991681740</id><published>2008-05-14T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:09:16.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry nite</title><content type='html'>We had a blastful night in Laundry!!&lt;br /&gt;fun fun fun and fun is all i can describe!&lt;br /&gt;Though we can't get to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Though there is no hot guys around,&lt;br /&gt;But what matter most is the fun moment we had in between our fwens! *woot!*&lt;br /&gt;We drank and drank and talk shiats.whahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn, *woot!* again hold the ciggy on her hand, and ofcourse put it in her mouth,&lt;br /&gt;yiiksss!Betta run away before got influence!whahahaahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;EH SHERLYN!!ALcohol must come one set with ciggy is it!!&lt;br /&gt;But eh, doesnt matter la, zaman modern ini!&lt;br /&gt;okokok i gotta get back to watch my last episode of the seventh day&lt;br /&gt;buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4901662403991681740?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4901662403991681740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4901662403991681740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4901662403991681740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4901662403991681740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/laundry-nite.html' title='Laundry nite'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-1736275280235632532</id><published>2008-05-14T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:10:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My heart. Not in the office.&lt;br /&gt;College. I guess&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to hold the business books on hand,&lt;br /&gt;Working on my precious assignment,&lt;br /&gt;Doing research on the internet,&lt;br /&gt;Revising for my examination,&lt;br /&gt;And even paying attention attentively in lectures,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to meet my new classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t really matter about their young age, as long as we could all get along.&lt;br /&gt;But Somehow, I hope I can meet someone in their twenties, at least.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to finish my degree.&lt;br /&gt;Though the “Master” word came across my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But I dare not think so far, &lt;strong&gt;as I’ve not started the most basic one yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still a long long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But age doesnt matter when it comes to study huh, yeah it doesnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Knowlegde is most expensive and precious. money cant buy knowledge. It cant be exchange with it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is what i thought, i'm not sure about yours :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Dare not even sound out my thought of studying “Master” if I could pass my degree with flying colors to anyone. eh!Do not laugh. i know you are laughing right now, because i am laughing cheekily as well in ma heart.&lt;br /&gt;Just incase, I can’t do it. &lt;strong&gt;Yeah. Very high possibility of me not doing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the “Thought," as I said.&lt;br /&gt;Just having my daily dream, in my beautiful dreamland, imagining me finishing my degree, and then proceed to master. I mean, Dream doesn’t cost a single cent. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Not only Day dream of that, I day dream of many many stuff as well, of what I wish to do in future. And of course shhhhh! No one knows, only me!Because it sounds ridiculous and funny. Hack it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;DAY DREAMING doesnt cost a single cent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-1736275280235632532?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/1736275280235632532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=1736275280235632532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/1736275280235632532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/1736275280235632532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/miss-books.html' title='miss books'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-6301436270976835323</id><published>2008-05-14T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:47:53.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da ngo ngo pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How I wish if I could find ways to force my eye open widely. My mind is stuck. Jam. I could not absorb things which were taught by my colleague. Looking at the P&amp;amp;L worksheet, There are identical figures in each column!My hands are heavy! It is like giving me sign saying, “Go and give your body and mind a good rest!”But uh?I just slept eight hours before waking up from my morning sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-6301436270976835323?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/6301436270976835323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=6301436270976835323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6301436270976835323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6301436270976835323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/da-ngo-ngo-pig.html' title='da ngo ngo pig'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2501851459503431921</id><published>2008-05-14T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:47:10.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seventh Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This two days I watch the Hong Kong series once I have my free time. “The Seventh Day” I heard people surrounding me said”The Seventh Day” is an extremely romantic and teary movie!Somehow, The advertisement doesn’t attract me at all on the television because of the actress. Not the very famous one. So coincidently, my sister’s colleague downloaded this movie for her in her laptop!And yes I watched it! And oh, I just could not stop watching, no regret at all.yes I will, if I have not watch it. It is an extremely touching movie. Especially the story about the other two couples “Ah Weng and Ah Yan” A very beautiful girl.I just love her clothing. Whatever she wear, it just look plain great on her. The guy, ah!one word. Yummy!I never use to fancy this guy nor feel he is very good looking, but in this movie. Gosh. I just got attracted by him. He suits this character very much. Cool, Quite type. I could not describe how beautiful his smile is. It is just so sweet and warm. The love story is so touching and oh-special. Though I watch many Hong Kong series, with rainbow, bittergourd and snowy content, but this is one of the most special and romantic one I ever watch!Very nice one I would say. I gonna catch the last episode today!I wonder if “Ah Yan” dies at last. Gosh. I want to know the ending so much, but didn’t want the movie to end so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten that I have not watch the last three episode of Ultimate Crime of Fighter. A Very nice movie as well. I wonder how is the ending. I realize, now a days the main actress/actor usually die in a pity way! Args. these days ending is just so unpredictable. Sad one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2501851459503431921?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2501851459503431921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2501851459503431921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2501851459503431921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2501851459503431921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/seventh-day.html' title='The Seventh Day'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2741055957835374426</id><published>2008-05-14T01:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:46:29.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smokey fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;F**ckin pain fingers I have!stupiaks chair handle kept accidentally *giap* my thumb in between the keyboard desk and the chair handle when pushing my chair nearer to my table! It was freaking pain for the first time, *tuut!* Another time the same finger got *giaps!* PAIN!!+BURN!little smoke coming out the fire mountain!why is it so warm after the giapss!gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2741055957835374426?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2741055957835374426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2741055957835374426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2741055957835374426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2741055957835374426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/smokey-fingers.html' title='smokey fingers'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-80795768547825150</id><published>2008-05-14T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:45:47.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>polkadot hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’ve a designer pair of hand this week. Tiny red dots with another brown dot in the middle!What da..spotty hand I have!&lt;br /&gt;It Started Like this!&lt;br /&gt;I simply grabbed a pharmacy handcream and use it when my currect one finished! I thought, at least better than not applying anything at the moment! I was so sad, when things got worst. I realize red spots on my hand after a few days. I hate it I hate it I hate it terrible horrible vegetable hand cream. My hands are dry and dull.Can see line line on my finger like a pair of aging hand. Already have rough hair, bad complexion + dry, dull, aging looking fingers. A *chan* twenty one year old girl. Very sad. Very sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-80795768547825150?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/80795768547825150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=80795768547825150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/80795768547825150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/80795768547825150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/polkadot-hand.html' title='polkadot hand'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8017488959666484984</id><published>2008-05-14T01:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:45:11.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acne 400</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acne Four hundred. I tried on the treatment last Wednesday, the dermatologist seemed confident in curing my acne, and yeah. I believe in her. A very professional dermatologist. A total of five to six times treatment. But uh! What I’m afraid is, it wont remain long. As oily skin tend to get breakout more easily than dry to combination skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid, therefore here start my huge step one today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (1)My skin can breath freely!I only use concealer to conceal the red spots. But shhhh. I applied few dots of foundation on my eye and nose area. But other big areas, Fwee!This is a major step. Major changes!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(2) I sleep minimum six hours per day!Rather than the usual three to four hours sleep I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Drank a lot of water!Alot of water ledi!Before this, only like three glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FAILURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop Fried Food&lt;br /&gt;Stop Junk&lt;br /&gt;Sleep less than 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Even stop concealer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dats it about the starter. Buhbye J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8017488959666484984?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8017488959666484984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8017488959666484984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8017488959666484984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8017488959666484984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/acne-400.html' title='Acne 400'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-7828297301430673849</id><published>2008-05-14T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:42:42.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Half eaten Hazelnut  cream cookie dropped and stick on my chest, Freshly made coffee poured on the floor, Water leaked on my chin and on the pillow when drinking, Contact lens accidentally touched my lashes,leaving a small patch of mascara on it when inserting my eye,. Pain. Then realize lens is opposite. Pain. Tears rolling down my cheek..Is today my bad day? I wonder. If my morning started with a bad one, like the toothbrush accidentally poke my mouth or the loose powder pour on my table, I automatically assume that it will be my bad day. And yes, it normally is! What a special treatment for MsJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-7828297301430673849?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/7828297301430673849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=7828297301430673849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7828297301430673849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7828297301430673849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/careless-friday.html' title='Careless Friday'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3139284618951765166</id><published>2008-05-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:41:55.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last 2 Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Internet connection down for quite sometime. Desperately wanna blog,like la there are many readers and hence I typed in Microsoft word. Wahahha! Post it in my blog when I have the chance to.and so, this is ma post of what I did last two sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s there, except, you know who. Gonna spank his ass, kick his knee, pull his hair. Yeah, he is the one  SIMON!SIMON LEE!LEE his sur name? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday wus a great night, “Haha” from the left, right and front can be hear throughout the night.Bump into Eng Hao there, wave my hand twice but no respond. “paise paise” Guess the high cut chair blocked my waving hands? He looked different, I spotted, yes his hair!He cut his hair. Yeah he look good in this.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, second sister brought handsome “Polo” to our house. Super Adorable!He kept peeing all over the car porch.So notti!He was afraid when hearing the next door Huge dog barking.They smell polo!Poor Polo. He was so afraid, leg trembling, yet wanna go near the wall where the Huge Guard dog is located.I succeeded carrying this size of dog for the first time, happy happy!I usually carry those small size pups. It is heavy, and warm..ee *huggies polo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3139284618951765166?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3139284618951765166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3139284618951765166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3139284618951765166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3139284618951765166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-2-sunday.html' title='last 2 Sunday'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4456820700280749618</id><published>2008-04-30T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:08:22.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart U, Tommy!</title><content type='html'>i'm so disappointed when i get to know that the Tommy Hilfiger white huge watch, is sold. They are so gorgeoues. Sigh...They aren't mine&lt;br /&gt;So i looked around. I spotted one from Titus .Also, white in color.&lt;br /&gt;They're gorgoues as well, but to be compare with Tommy's one, consider Semi gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;But nooooooo!It is not going to replace the place of Tommy!&lt;br /&gt;It will only be the one and only i love in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I heart you to the bits tommy..I heart U!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4456820700280749618?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4456820700280749618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4456820700280749618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4456820700280749618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4456820700280749618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-heart-u-tommy.html' title='I heart U, Tommy!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3036968008377877270</id><published>2008-04-30T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:55:10.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>panting like a pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Walking walking and walking as fast as possible, *POP!!* I fall down at the pose of a cat!Two hands and two legs on the ground.super humiliating!Must be the amount of food I’ve eaten!Turn into fats. Made me weak. Sad. Regretted. I stood up and walked quickly up the firm where I’m headin to, *eh!?why it look so different this time?shiatsss!PINJAMAN WANG place* I was like *run down run down quick!!how shy if people misunderstood!* I walked down.Finally, spotted the firm where I am heading to,a few shops away on my right. I’m so tired when I finally reached the THIRD FLOOR. Panting like a pup. Heh heh heh heh, just that no SALIVA all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3036968008377877270?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3036968008377877270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3036968008377877270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3036968008377877270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3036968008377877270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/panting-like-pup.html' title='panting like a pup'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-884100346087087722</id><published>2008-04-30T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:54:19.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V.I.P?no, V.P.I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“My Shattered Dreams, and Broken Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Are Mending On the Shelf, I saw you..”&lt;br /&gt;My fav!by Brian Mcknight. I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sing Out Loud *woot!* Went to greenbox with Johnson on Saturday night.We sang like no body’s business. Hack it if your ear crack, brain explode, heart stop beatin, eye fill with tears. We own the whole room. The sofa, mike, television is ours for three hours. It is all ours. muahaha! Like da V.i.P in the small room, sit there, and sing. need not move, feeling like a boss. Suppose to be V.P.I = Very Petite Inside, that’s why everything’s so near. Now u know why we’re like the boss.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-884100346087087722?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/884100346087087722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=884100346087087722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/884100346087087722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/884100346087087722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/vipno-vpi.html' title='V.I.P?no, V.P.I'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-6143598947098629251</id><published>2008-04-30T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:53:03.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Prefer/Like Natural Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why do female who beautify themselves talk about other female who also beautify themselves? *weee!* special word arrangement isn’t it! Of course, females are born to beautify themselves, therefore things like rebonding, hair dye, digital perm and cosmetic were created.Like people living in the oldies century!They put their lips in red and cheek in redish pink. Uh!To make them look alive and attractive. Sexay red lips, “oh come kiss me” I will understand if a guy got scare away by a girl who put on her heavy make up like in the Chinese opera movie,must be bump into ghost! “a spirit of an ancient girly opera chiq’s leg stuck on the spiritual tree when flyinggg too siwftly!”but why is there so much to complain about girls with make up on in our modern world?This sentence is frequently heard “I like girls who is natural” Are u all so natural?Why don’t you leave your hair like the ten years bushy tree without cutting and rebonding em, go congratulate those who are born with natural curly hair!need not go for curling uh!Leave ur nails all year pink and transparent,!Do not press out your dirty blackhead!Keep your nails like vampire,Do not pluck your bushy eyebrow or arm pit hair, leave your mini hamster eye and uneven skin alone.Leave it all so natural, guys love it!!Tell me if you never do any of this, I will bring you tea with both my hand as a respect to you.’:)! Its goes like this!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(a) not pretty &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; average&lt;br /&gt;(b) average &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; pretty&lt;br /&gt;(c) pretty &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; wow all gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;(d) Wow all gorgeous&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; Diamond&lt;br /&gt;(e) Diamond &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; Saliva drooling&lt;br /&gt;(f) Saliva drooling &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; too perfectt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not belongs to any group in the above after make up then I do not know why ledi!.Oh again,Leave it all natural?Why do you still fall madly in love with singers or actress if you love the oh so natural typo girl?Okay, you must be saying it is a must to put on heavy make up for filming and magazine. I accept it. Look at her naked skin where there is no cosmetic and then reconfirm with me if you still craze about these idol that much like before. I’m mainly focusing on make up beautify one. There is gorgeous and superbly beautiful females without make up, for sure. But with these cosmetic, it’ll even make them look even more angelic!This is what I mean. Stop saying that you prefer or like girl who is natural, then STOP looking at make up girls. I bet you like looking at them, especially in clubs or in pubs. And hey!Why do you tell your wife that she looks very gorgeous on her wedding night? Why is that her most beautiful night in her life?Answer is à Cosmetic. Without it, she will not look oh so much different even in her wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-6143598947098629251?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/6143598947098629251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=6143598947098629251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6143598947098629251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6143598947098629251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-preferlike-natural-girls.html' title='I Prefer/Like Natural Girls'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4641933759949310670</id><published>2008-04-30T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:42:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Friday's Post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Alwin!Wake up to school!!” I exclaimed, seeing my little brother still sleeping soundly under his blue comforter.I can only see his messy bushy dark brown hair on top of the comforter!Like the weed growing out from the pot.wahaha!Its cute anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I can see 1.5mm hole in between his upper and lower eye, like hamsterrr size. He asked “Why,you crazy already ar?i go at 6.40 la!It is only 6.00 ok” I went back to sleep and got awake after 45 mins by my bro with his school uniform on!I suddenly shouted in a shocked voice and sat up straight.Scary cat he got afraid,walked into my room, repeatedly asking me why!i was like “shiattsss!!I am super duper extremely menemely late!!I surely reached home at 7.30 and need to depart at 7.50 how can I get ready in 20 minsss!!!” I sped off to his school immediately.Eversince shifted I take longer time to reach his school than to reach subang. What the hack. Gosh. Jam’s bullying ME today!!Car’s everywhere!!Everywhere. JAM!I’m late!i wanna speed but there’s no space fer me, why cant my car fllyyyyy!telepot is good as well!I finally reached home at 7.45.OMIGOD!i rush to the washroom! I took 25 minutes to complete my shower and make up. I broke joanne’s life ready to go record. Bought breakfast with my sis,was too hungry and tempted to open the box of chicken rice.waha!Therefore while waiting for her to buy eggttart, I ate one spoonful of rice + chicken , my sister suddenly came in the car and show me her bleeding, blister, scary knee!pity her!She fall on the road due to the slippery road cause by the baby rain.We went to the nearest clinic immediately to wash off her wound and inject, to avoid titanus *right spelling?* hack it!Our day began with a bad day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4641933759949310670?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4641933759949310670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4641933759949310670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4641933759949310670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4641933759949310670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4582392449068205743</id><published>2008-04-30T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:39:47.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darn tl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I usually waited for all the traffic lights to go green twice before it reaches my side’s turn. It must be goin crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Left hand side TL,green. Cars move.&lt;br /&gt;Left hand side TL for UTURN, Cars move.&lt;br /&gt;Right hand side TL, Cars move.&lt;br /&gt;Front TL, Cars move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This action will be repeated for twice each time. Then, ONLY it reaches my turn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; 3 seconds!Move move MOVE! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Traffic light. I've never bump into kinda case before.Usually Each side move once. Mine!Each side move twice and the green only lasted for 3 seconds!&lt;strong&gt;WORST STILL&lt;/strong&gt;!Today,I waited for&lt;strong&gt; FIVE TIMES!FIVE TIMES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FOR ALL SIDES TO MOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;dumboo nuts!`I try to be patient!Ambang botanic, ambang botanic. Ur traffic light sarks. I depart at 6.50 to my brother’s school, reaches home at 7.40!further than me drivng OUTTA KLANG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4582392449068205743?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4582392449068205743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4582392449068205743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4582392449068205743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4582392449068205743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/darn-tl.html' title='darn tl'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-6209788063273761364</id><published>2008-04-22T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T03:20:53.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hundreds dc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I keep disconnecting eversince office shifted!why of all the people in the office it attack me?I'll kill of the router if i could, if i can find any big hammer or stick, i will just lift it up high to the sky and swing it down hardly towards the router and *doot!* kill it. n here it dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happily chatting in msn, and here it go disconnected suddenly!Its like four times in five minutes or continuesly few seconds go dc dc and dc!My friends in ma list must be freakin frustrated when seeing my nick pop out and in their msn!Pretty babe nevermind la, can enjoy her picture somemore, but its me Ms J's face appearing on their green color human figure. popping in and out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-6209788063273761364?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/6209788063273761364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=6209788063273761364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6209788063273761364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6209788063273761364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/hundreds-dc.html' title='hundreds dc'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3539344806420196457</id><published>2008-04-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:57:18.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick it off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How can i leave my make up overnight!Giving it a good chance to overnight on my skin at the same time havin their supper and breakfast! I kicked them off today morning after my deep sleep!I was surprise when i woke up, as the clock strike 0845. The day before i told myself to take a 10 minutes nap before removing my make up because i was too tired, strenghless,energeticless,awakeless!*hack it if there's no such word* The day before I reached home about 300am +, It is the time where burlgars love to break in!waha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On ma way home, i can do nthing except to close my eye. I felt so dizzy,stupiaks  alchohol bullying me!!!i slept in the car and woke up with a bad headache. I run up my room straight and SLEEP, without going to any mirror first!Lucky U mirror.IT must be so happy because it need not look at my face on that night, for ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;*Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the prettiest of all?* *Mirror replied *Ofcourse it is the snowwhite!!Not U the ugly chiq!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had an extremely good night in poppy!There were many hot guys and chiqs around, an not to be forgotten the delicious yummylicous goodielicious liquor. The place was crowded with peeps!I finally get to meet Bernard, Wei Chong and clarence!Kinda long never mix with them eversince,woww!!New year eve man!How fast time pass like wind man..windddd,cos its too fast!Bump into a guy who is in my friendster list, E Ming and oh darren?right beside my table. Cool. kinda good at recognising eh?and oh!Joseph,we suppose to meet up but ended up not as my phone iwas outta battery!Ee Ling sexay suppose to come with us but she's was not feeling well, therefore kekurangan one close sexay buddy!Preferably if she is there that night, it rocks even more than! Saw many unfamiliar faces in ma table,and also saw many familiar one!hack it..have a great nite. Pity ah loon, one of his leg accidentally step into the mini water area for pots.not very mini, can fit three males if line up side to side!I feel sorry when i see that n he look very pity at that moment!I lead him up a lil with his friends beside him, nvm nvm after his few dances i guess his kinda wet shoe and pants willl do dry in half hour time?and here u go dry pantss!!I'm so baddd!When i'm typing it now i'm laughin and laughing.I didnt want to laugh so badly but i'm outta control. sorry!!!I tried to control but its just TINDAKAN REFLEKS!tindakan refleks!!!i hate u tindakan refleks!sorry sorry ah loon!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3539344806420196457?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3539344806420196457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3539344806420196457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3539344806420196457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3539344806420196457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/kick-it-off.html' title='Kick it off'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-6239766999713645466</id><published>2008-04-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:04:36.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s-a-s-a- for sasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SA1E8u3ynFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kVOgBO9WGUM/s1600-h/18032007091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191881755592924242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SA1E8u3ynFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kVOgBO9WGUM/s400/18032007091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SASA. Once i look at its board or hear of its name, a girl with a pink,boy cut hair, and round face shape will automatically pop out my mind. Is this the girl which appear in Sasa's advertisement?Or is it a ghostly figure which tries to haunt me!!aiyah, scary merry. I never step into this cosmetic shop before. I have no interest nor does it attract me. When i look at it, i automatically have an impression that the cosmetic quality is bad and that the perfume are fakes. I'm unsure , but it is just an impression!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last few days when i was in Cineleisure, i went into Yes!The pink hair, oh i suppose pink wig girl shop. There are many interestin and adorable item in there. So many things to see, but so lil things to buy!I suppose to buy the loreal mascara which Wai Yoke recommended to me. Wus happily holding it on my hand, imagining my gonna be long and volume eye lash like mickey mouse, where i can blink and blink and blink my eye to show off my lashes!!Still lookin around while May Ling is still choosing her eye shadow, i being nosey ask the sales girl of the japan fiberwig mascara. I was wondeing how long my lashes will be as i remember people kept telling me that the red fiberwig japan mascara is really good and also popular!At the same time, it reminded me of the Japanese "Popteen" magazine extremely cawaii and beautiful shorty models!Their eye oh so tempting!It give guys the feelin of "Come to me" waha! The sales girl seems confident!I suppose they need to, in order to market their product. Dumb me!!!How stupid!!I bought it instead of the loreal one, sorry wai yoke!Now i really regretted!superblyy *toot toot* japanese magazine cawaii girls..make me waste money on the fiberwig mascara for nothin. I went home and apply on mylash, gosh!This is the lightest and worst mascara i ever bought!i simply mix it with my own fiber bought. it sarks. I leave it aside, continue using my estee lauder one and lancome one. They're much better than the Japan fiberwig oh so popular mascara. But still, i am kinda interested in going into Sasa these days to see its super adorable item!i Just bought a mini nail dryer like the one in the manicure shop. keke..its superbly cute i would say. I also got my self a nail strenghtener!my first time trying on sally hensen...Sally the handsome baybe.waha!I was so desperate to buy a nail straightener as my nail use to chip, brittle and is extremely weak!not crispyyy at all like potatoe chip!I can't keep long nails as it surely break off when i wash my hair or during shower!naill i love you, grow fasterrr!&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/7340240914266544159-6239766999713645466?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/6239766999713645466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=6239766999713645466&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6239766999713645466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6239766999713645466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-s-for-sasa.html' title='s-a-s-a- for sasa'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SA1E8u3ynFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kVOgBO9WGUM/s72-c/18032007091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5165391641785455260</id><published>2008-04-15T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:30:59.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Walking into a selected shop, as attracted by its maniquin worn clothe from the outside. It is not an expensive shop, only a common boutique, with the range of RM80.00, RM90.00++. I have about three pieces of clothe with beautiful design on hand.&lt;br /&gt;The sales girls seemed so nice. She seemed like the most helpful and cheerful girl on earth. Anything you asked,&lt;br /&gt;she bring.Any comment or opinion you needed, she will answer in her most confident manner. I walked in the fitting room, tried on the three pieces of dresses. It is either too huge or the cuttin is bad. The design is cool, but there is problem with the size and cutting. So why get it? I walked out the fitting room with a smile on my face and said "Thank you!These dress doesn’t fit me" The sales girl expression changed three hundred sixty degree just in a zap of thunder!How terrible.Like the movie *the mask!*Zuuuupp phewww changed face! I walked pass by her and said "The sales girl here are so realistic " in an angry manner. I know i am being rude. But mind me!I felt offended by her character. Didn't her boss remind them all the time that Customer is always right? and also, customer comes first?We pay for their clothe, we pay for their service!Without us, these rude workers will not be getting their wages or salary!UNETHICAL.They will all go broke, no food, skinny, become skeleton!! Workers hire by owner are crucial.these workers also determine a shop's business. Higher standard shop service is always satisfying.For sure, there are rude one as well as everyone have different characteristic, but thanks god that I never bump into any of these workers, Only once in nine west. I remind the sales girl of her very bad manner. After sometime i think "I should have ignore her character!such a shame of me doing such thing" But after a second i thought, We pay for their expensive heels, We pay for their service and quality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have no comment if the customers are rude, but i have a lot of comment to made if i can't fit in these clothe yet be serve with this kinda service int his moderate standard shop.Service is what i mind most!i canot stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;receiving a bad service! Feel like slaaaaaaapinggg kicking ppunching on their face!oh no their nose!so they can go  SWOLLEN muahaha!!wah...will be so pretty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5165391641785455260?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5165391641785455260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5165391641785455260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5165391641785455260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5165391641785455260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-service.html' title='Bad Service'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3797727462456784823</id><published>2008-04-13T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:40:13.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAK-HQRvkrI/AAAAAAAAALs/PFctGJDWSrk/s1600-h/06042008384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188918752521982642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAK-HQRvkrI/AAAAAAAAALs/PFctGJDWSrk/s400/06042008384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i looks like Gentleladie with this spec?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gentleman. Since the olden days, men are called gentleman instead of women calling gentle ladies. Often, we hear, “Ladies and Gentleman” announce in a speech. Ladies come first before men, as men are gentle gentle man. Again, we use to hear people surroundin us say, “Ladies first’. In the club, female walks before the male, as men stays behind to protect the female incase of molesters or disturbers. Some gentlemen will open the car door for the female, and push chair for the ladies in the restaurant. They try to be gentle. They even feel that it is their responsibility to pay for all the outing’s activity with the female like food and movie..I think is not true. This is what they thought as they wants to be gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman..This is how the word came from. In the ancient time, men are big and strong therefore they hunt for food for themselves and the family to survive. Women need to take care of the children, at the same time wait for their husband to bring back food for them from huntin. At the end of the day, their husband only bring back a pair of rabbit hand and leg!Imagine them only eating rabbit hand and leg for the whole day. Women are not allowed to go for huntin. They need to nurture the kids, and find suitable plants to do medicine.People in the olden days had a lot of kids, a big family which survive only with a pair or rabbit’s leg and hand. Female were so feminine, obedient, shy and soft spoken due the rabbit they’ve eaten! The strong men in the olden days, spoke so loudly and rudely, even whack the females whenever got angry. They threw the medicine which the women make and usually make the female walk behind of them. Men got so tired hunting for food. They need to wait for night and day just to wait for an animal to appear. Worst still, at that particular area, there is no tiger or wild boar which appear. Mostly only rabbits and cats! These huge men got so frustrated and boring as they need to be so alert, cannot even blink more than two times in a second. They force the females to take over their role!Those who refuse to go will be killed. One day, Sabalaku was hunting. She was the kindest girl in their society. She heard some sound coming from the bushes. She has no idea how a rabbit sounds like. ( no sound huh!squirking?)The sound got nearer and nearer and suddenly a huge Tiger appeared. Not knowing what to do, she close her eye and the next minute she found her self in the tiger stomach, body shattered into piece. This mean, she’s death! Men were so evil. They didn’t feel a single thing but only feel the stupidity of Sabalaku. One day, the fairy appeared in the dream of every female, instructing them to go to this particular area filled with all the luxuries. They went, leaving the men behind. Since then rain kept fallin at the men’s area. They have no food to eat except eating grass and mud all day long. Many fall sick due to hungriness, some even die. On the sixth day, the fairy appear “This is only what u suffer for six day. The female suffer much more than this for years, and u all had also sacrificed Sabalaku!This is the first warning!” and it disappeared. Men were afraid. When the women return, the men treated them like queen. Their character totally changed. They were so gentle and tender. Women then name them as gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I’m unsure how the word gentleman come from!i simply create the above story!Just wanna say, men are born to be gentlemen..I was walking in the shopping mall today when my phone accidentally drop on the floor. My battery and phone cover drop off in different places. There were two males walking behind of me who can just ignore, walked pass by me. I know it is none of their business but aren’t u a gentlemen? Why aren’t u helpful?Even if I am not a gentlemen, I would stop by, to pick them up for that passerby =) I imagine how if it is a beautiful walking infront of them, will they actually pick up for her, in a smiling face? Denitely yes I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3797727462456784823?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3797727462456784823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3797727462456784823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3797727462456784823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3797727462456784823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/gentleman.html' title='Gentleman'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAK-HQRvkrI/AAAAAAAAALs/PFctGJDWSrk/s72-c/06042008384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2942831235601751590</id><published>2008-04-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:59:11.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Auntie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I bump into this kinda driver this two days. I saw a car coming out from a parking space!Was so excited!Use to have bad luck in finding parkin.Phew! I put on the signal, n wanted to reverse my car. I saw a car coming nearer to me through my rear mirror. “its ok la. Guess she will stop right there since she saw my signal, reverse light and my movie car” but no. She continue driving , stop behind of me. I continue reverse slowly, hoping that she would reverse as there is no car behind of her. She didn’t want to move. I continue reverse. Look at her in the rear mirror. She didn’t move, still. I was so near to her and yet tryin. I move again, and my car go *ti ti ti ti ti ti ti* She wants my parkin!!she do that in purpose, to force me to drive away.I reverse again till my car go *tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii* and here I stop.  What da..kancil. Maybe she want me to knock her, so I can pay for her dinner and repair her car.Mind me. I’m kiddin. She just want my parking.  A car came from the other direction actually honk me. I was frighten. I look at him, he look at me, both of us look serious, he point to the back car. I didn’t know what he is saying. I ignore. Then I realize he was just trying to be nice to let me know that I was so near to the back car. Sorry uncle..i’m really sorry!I felt bad and sorry even till now… Sigh!cos as a manner I should smile and take up my hand as a thank you sign to show appreciation! Sigh!Well, The car from the parking space finally came out. And yeah!!I park. It is not the problem of who gets the parking. I didn’t mind to get other parking..The main problem of me doing such stubborn act is because I am very mad at these rude people’s behavior!I wanted to let them know that they should be more polite and well manner, knowing that who get it depending on who see it first..this is call fair. Besides, the auntie should reverse her car when she knew I need to reverse..I am really disappointed this two days with these drivers… they are so unethical. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2942831235601751590?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2942831235601751590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2942831235601751590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2942831235601751590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2942831235601751590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-auntie.html' title='Bad Auntie'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5309725317948229083</id><published>2008-04-13T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:58:21.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Road Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I name these road bullies as road bull as bull is aggressive and mad! I was happily driving when my mood was affected for 5 minutes because of this darn “P” Vios! I wanted to cut to the right lane in order for me to U-turn!I I actually saw a gap in between two cars which can fit my car so purrfectly!Who on earth will let go this good opportunity. I fit myself in this beautiful space!This vios HORN me when I’m in place!It was so dumb!He should have drive so closely to the front car if he doesn’t want me to be there. I ignore ofcourse. I take a look at my rear mirror. A Chinese male  with a girl in the passenger seat, and not to be forgotten with a P sign sticking on his ugly car. P for PERCUBAAN.!I should have just find chance to bang him, report to the police, and claim that his driving skill sux. I can only secretly imagining his kiasi look if it happen, but for sure, I will not perform such evil act. After the U-turn, both of our car were at the most right lane, I drove to the middle lane, he cut quickly like mad cow to my front. I cut to the first lane, he cut again quickly like mad tiger to my front. I was freakin mad!I was quite notti as well as I felt like speeding off, pass by his darn vios and say goodbye. Unfortunately there were too many car surrounding me, and I hafto admit that I’m a girl with moderate drivin skills!!To avoid seeing his ugly car, I move my self to the second lane. HE move to the second lane again like mad bird!I drove quickly pass by him, luckily two roads diverge !We separated. GOODBYE road bull!He must be showing off to the girl beside him!Innocent me!Road bull is the right name, as they bully all cars!Hello?I am  girl!U r a male. Such a shame. Thumbs down for u.&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: No matter how bad we got bully on the road,the best is to ignore to create less problem. At times, these small matter will lead to a much bigger problem, which is not worth at all. There are cases of whacking, some till death due to these driver’s character.So be happy with this bullies act! They add extra memory on road for us *wee!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5309725317948229083?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5309725317948229083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5309725317948229083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5309725317948229083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5309725317948229083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/road-bull.html' title='Road Bull'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-9198627149402986612</id><published>2008-04-11T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:50:43.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABMvXyLClI/AAAAAAAAALc/x3bf-tdcKMU/s1600-h/10042008427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188231147452828242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABMvXyLClI/AAAAAAAAALc/x3bf-tdcKMU/s400/10042008427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABMvnyLCmI/AAAAAAAAALk/CoORKeCCXBA/s1600-h/10042008424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188231151747795554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABMvnyLCmI/AAAAAAAAALk/CoORKeCCXBA/s400/10042008424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. so blur&lt;br /&gt;Messy Room, Messy Room.&lt;br /&gt;I shake my time each time i see my messy room!&lt;br /&gt;I started cleaning my room two days ago after returning home from Ikea!Below is the before and after picture.also, capture a few picture of the convenient item i've bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here U go messy room! *be prepared*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBenyLCTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pl8JfqGcu20/s1600-h/10042008446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188218765062113586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBenyLCTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pl8JfqGcu20/s400/10042008446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBeXyLCSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-MkLrMKN0IU/s1600-h/10042008447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188218760767146274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBeXyLCSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-MkLrMKN0IU/s400/10042008447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBd3yLCRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1-yJ45fgpJw/s1600-h/10042008448.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABCcnyLCVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5HZAsvVGfLA/s1600-h/10042008448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188219830214003026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABCcnyLCVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5HZAsvVGfLA/s400/10042008448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBdnyLCQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O1y88Fy-buE/s1600-h/10042008471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188218747882244354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBdnyLCQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O1y88Fy-buE/s400/10042008471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBdXyLCPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HLF_jYOuDGk/s1600-h/10042008472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188218743587277042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABBdXyLCPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HLF_jYOuDGk/s400/10042008472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at how terrible it is!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disaster!No way to ignore shiats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started cleaning, cleaning till eleven thirty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABCdXyLCWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/FSamWAlE-6Y/s1600-h/10042008468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188219843098904930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABCdXyLCWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/FSamWAlE-6Y/s400/10042008468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Super organize at first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Usually rush. so simply chuck. and now, this is what happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABCcnyLCUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1rwj2QQwVdg/s1600-h/10042008444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188219830214003010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABCcnyLCUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1rwj2QQwVdg/s400/10042008444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one part of my cupboard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at my unorganize clothe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I use to hang my shirt at the other part, but due to the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red divider thing i newly bought, i have no idea where to stuff this shirts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to stuff in together with my spag temporary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're gonna be siblings for a few days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AFTER CLEANING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;pictures unavailable at the moment. In process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;kay so here is the convenient sutff i bought from ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I also bought a Ball,super adroable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABE_HyLCXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TRSsQvxp6Cc/s1600-h/10042008442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188222621942745458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABE_HyLCXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TRSsQvxp6Cc/s400/10042008442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Red Divider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Started cleaning thats why dresses in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFjHyLCcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2ErwUhhTHkI/s1600-h/10042008464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188223240418036162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFjHyLCcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2ErwUhhTHkI/s400/10042008464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFjnyLCdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/w88Czktjawo/s1600-h/10042008465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188223249007970770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFjnyLCdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/w88Czktjawo/s400/10042008465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very, useful though this red thing is kinda uglee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABE_3yLCZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NpDUBOLq_x4/s1600-h/10042008457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188222634827647378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABE_3yLCZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NpDUBOLq_x4/s400/10042008457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nail polish. usually arrange them in drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now, i have a box to put in with dividers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFAnyLCaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rtW2rjz9jEY/s1600-h/10042008458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188222647712549282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFAnyLCaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rtW2rjz9jEY/s400/10042008458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For my tube, tights, and leggings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFj3yLCeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FfKxZjeIsSc/s1600-h/10042008459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188223253302938082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABFj3yLCeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FfKxZjeIsSc/s400/10042008459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suppose to come with beautiful rag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But only manage to buy the box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The rag doesnt match my room concept. how sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABJkXyLCjI/AAAAAAAAALM/qs6f3FGDLxI/s1600-h/09042008421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188227659939383858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABJkXyLCjI/AAAAAAAAALM/qs6f3FGDLxI/s400/09042008421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is how it looks like. Beautiful in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABE_3yLCYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Qin8X_OPJI0/s1600-h/10042008454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188222634827647362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABE_3yLCYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Qin8X_OPJI0/s400/10042008454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Look beautiful in reality!My fav pink n black combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABHjXyLCgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4fmonqbtSGg/s1600-h/10042008453.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188225443736259074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABHjXyLCgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4fmonqbtSGg/s400/10042008453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here is what i stuff!Instead of cramp all the bags in cupbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABKBHyLCkI/AAAAAAAAALU/Au8UzGB6J-0/s1600-h/10042008449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188228153860622914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABKBHyLCkI/AAAAAAAAALU/Au8UzGB6J-0/s400/10042008449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ball and frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No picture yet in frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But only watch four years once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i dont know any footballer except the one i like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Roberto Carlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love football. BUt i dont know anything about football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So,till consider as i love football?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-9198627149402986612?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/9198627149402986612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=9198627149402986612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/9198627149402986612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/9198627149402986612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/messy-room.html' title='Messy Room'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SABMvXyLClI/AAAAAAAAALc/x3bf-tdcKMU/s72-c/10042008427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3721759693547964797</id><published>2008-04-11T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:20:58.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAAbZ3yLCLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fCfN36t4FUQ/s1600-h/10042008494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188176902015879346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAAbZ3yLCLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fCfN36t4FUQ/s400/10042008494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong food which enter ones mouth can be release by constipating, but wrong words which comes out from ones mouth cannot be taken back as it is said. Judging and assuming things which you think is hundred percent right, is actually the stupidest thinkin ever! Even teachers and lecturers can make mistakes on markin! A red wrong (x) tick can be exchange with a red right tick, and here you go with an extra mark, A wrong words which is said, even if change, will still remain the bad impression on others!So mind your own business!So why do we need to talk so badly about others due to their outlook?Why will the way a girl walks or frequently lookin mirror habit be describe as horny?These people are the one who is horny!Looking good infront, but oh!So horny in the room! *i've just orgasm!oh i want more*&lt;br /&gt;And here i link to "Do not judge a book by its cover!"This sentence is oh-so common yet oh-freakin true!Like other small animal lookin at the elephant as a scary beast, a scary beast who is actually a herbivour!shhh!A secret i tell you, elephant is afraid of small size livin thing, as they can slowly enters the big ear of the elephant!Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;Animal judge another animal base on their out look as they do not have the smart brain like how we human have!Humans who have the brain of a human didnt make full use of it!Pheww! I do not refer to all of you.But, Sorry if i offended you!&lt;br /&gt;Please update your thought. Clothe can be out of fashion and so do your outdated impression!So do not simply say *She's oh so horny!she is oh so stupid!She is ohhhh sooo childish!* to others about someone, because first look behind of you, the person sitting behind of you might be gossiping softly about you like how you do to others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We should have rational thought!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAAbpHyLCMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QOQ0d89-LA8/s1600-h/10042008483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188177164008884418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAAbpHyLCMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QOQ0d89-LA8/s400/10042008483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No eyesss to see these people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;leaving a small hole to peep whats happenin around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3721759693547964797?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3721759693547964797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3721759693547964797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3721759693547964797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3721759693547964797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/wrong-food-which-enter-ones-mouth-can.html' title='wicked you'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAAbZ3yLCLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fCfN36t4FUQ/s72-c/10042008494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5417929646195071042</id><published>2008-04-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:08:58.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat is not a crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAA_X3yLCNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DIzNJzpOaRE/s1600-h/10042008440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188216450074740946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAA_X3yLCNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DIzNJzpOaRE/s400/10042008440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAA_X3yLCOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/16XqLHIKZSU/s1600-h/10042008441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188216450074740962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAA_X3yLCOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/16XqLHIKZSU/s400/10042008441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Down day. Look at my facial expression. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked my self in the mirror. I was wondering where the extra flesh at the bottom side of my cheek come from? Is this due to the chocolate chip bread which i ate at three o clock mid night yesterday?I got so hungry when chattin with hownie!! I grab the chocolate chip bread from the plastic bag which i bought earlier and ate them. The next day, i saw extra flesh on my cheek! It is not illegal to eat, isn't it? Food is one of the best entertainer. It is our best friend and also our worst enemy!!!Excessive food will leads to fatness!!&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why do some people discriminate over weight people?Seeing over weight people with an ice cream on hand, people tends to say "They look so greedy!See what they are eatin,.yucks!"To the thin, people will not say much but "Wow!You're such a good eater!Impressive!"Hownie told me that he call overweight people as Ba Ba.Acceptable!!Sounds more polite and yet adorable!U can hear the famous nick names like "pui poh, pui kia, fatty, pig" dedicated to them! Over weight is not a crime! Who wants to be fat?Who wants to show off their softy meat to the public? Who wants the piece of big soft meat to be seen when wearing tight tees!Who on earth will wants to carry the two heavy boobs, hanging, swinging around?Some are overweight due to their diet when young! Parents are to be blame for not giving their child healthy diet when young. Once they are obese, it is so hard for them to slim them when grown up. I mean FAT!Yes, those which is really big and fat. So hard to put down weight. When i was in high school, a girl friend of mine gain weight so quickly suddenly. She is short, and yea she looks even shorter when go broader!!This is the part..She told us that her boy friend like her beeing fat as her boobs grows bigger!Noob.Real Noob. Just because her boy friend wants to enjoy her big boobs.I will not gain weight willingly just for my boy friend to enjoy my boobs!Definitely not!How selfish these guys are.Love me for who i am even if i've  boobs of  a men!To the thin, do not ever discriminate the fat.Skinny people at times doesnt look good as well!Look at your very own body, before teasing others!U skeleton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5417929646195071042?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5417929646195071042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5417929646195071042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5417929646195071042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5417929646195071042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/overweight-people.html' title='Fat is not a crime'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/SAA_X3yLCNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DIzNJzpOaRE/s72-c/10042008440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4494922883037211395</id><published>2008-04-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:15:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>omigod. The laminate machine!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to laminate telephone numbers. AS instructed, need to wait for the green light to appear before putting in the wanna laminate paper into the machine.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for quite sometime lediiii still no green light yet. I simply press the heater button.&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait..kinda long, still no respond&lt;br /&gt;Ended up putting in a wanna laminate resit!Thought of showin teng my laminate skills when i reach home but then plan spoiltttttt ledi!yorrr..people imagine showing her, her resit which she left in my bag.."weyyy see my first successful laminated paperrrr, its ur resittt!frame it, i dont care"&lt;br /&gt;I put in the paper inside,waited..waited..still not yet come out..jokingly tell my colleague *wey terbakar ledi the paper whahahahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, there is smoke!I thought because of the heater.&lt;br /&gt;Mana tahu. IT really burn!burn..my first wanna success laminate resit..burn..it gone with the wind..how sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4494922883037211395?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4494922883037211395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4494922883037211395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4494922883037211395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4494922883037211395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-7819197525210956065</id><published>2008-04-08T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:19:22.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wendy's burger</title><content type='html'>On Monday, both me and my sister went to Sunway to try newly open Wendy's Burger. It is famous in the Us and first in Malaysia. I didnt expect it will be pack with customers as i thought people usually only fancy Mcadees for its burger. Guess I am the one who is outdated!Super outdated!THe shop is packed with customers. Delicious fwench fries and nuggets they have. I have their spicy chicken burger. i saw many people with beef burger!Ahh..must be delicious!&lt;br /&gt;The tables are so  near to one another. So i curi dengar next table's conversation laaaaa..who ask him to speak so loud. But kinda interestin and funnyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;He told his friends that fist 2 month went to mcadees in i dont know which country order chicks!After the second month, hantam pork ajer.haha quite cute the way this big size guy speaks!&lt;br /&gt;A`ight, then i get to know from my curi dengar conversation that coca cola is the one who invented santa clauss. That is why Santa claus is in red and white?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..is it true?Can anyone tell me?Kinda interestin eh?&lt;br /&gt;Overall,&lt;br /&gt;The food is good but the place is a lil bit crampy. Wendy's burgerrr!yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-7819197525210956065?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/7819197525210956065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=7819197525210956065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7819197525210956065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7819197525210956065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/wendys-burger.html' title='wendy&apos;s burger'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8620505135747135368</id><published>2008-04-08T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:38:47.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Fifteen day of Chinese New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I actually post up a blog regarding about fifteen day of chinese new year in my xanga blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do read my posting at that blog,only if u r interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/titsy_bitsy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.xanga.com/titsy_bitsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u3qXUUGbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5d-cnEDLvUM/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u3qnUUGcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wGeqJuSaORg/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186941338583833026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u3qnUUGcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wGeqJuSaORg/s400/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(1)Sherlyn ,(3)Sharen, (4)esmeralda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All expanded in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u29XUUGUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-CS72kJT-w8/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186940561194752322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u29XUUGUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-CS72kJT-w8/s400/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guess what?We're all writing wishes on the Big lantern!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I find it interestin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yea..wishes gonna fly high high up to sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u29nUUGVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TNWVaMaIG1E/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186940565489719634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u29nUUGVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TNWVaMaIG1E/s400/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u293UUGWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n-r0AyiRNHs/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186940569784686946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u293UUGWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n-r0AyiRNHs/s400/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our lantern. Ready to fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reluctantly post up this picture..look at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but still haf to!Lantern flying process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u2-HUUGXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pZ7_ro9zfQ4/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186940574079654258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u2-HUUGXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pZ7_ro9zfQ4/s400/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lighting firee!Its really hot. Can't manage to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont know how the man do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Huat ah!!* He shouted when putting off his hand off the lantern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u2-XUUGYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NwrsdhiwVnE/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186940578374621570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u2-XUUGYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NwrsdhiwVnE/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here it flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u3qHUUGaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2iY_714D5yk/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186941329993898402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u3qHUUGaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2iY_714D5yk/s400/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like big star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8620505135747135368?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8620505135747135368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8620505135747135368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8620505135747135368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8620505135747135368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-of-fifteen-day-of-chinese-new.html' title='Pictures of Fifteen day of Chinese New Year.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u3qnUUGcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wGeqJuSaORg/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-6203949110371169189</id><published>2008-04-08T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:45:40.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy moment pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u10nUUGTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9FIuUIjGZhI/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186939311359269170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u10nUUGTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9FIuUIjGZhI/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I suddenly found this picture in my Receive file.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is maggie!A close friend of mine back in national service camp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1QHUUGOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xidJqfjaJaQ/s1600-h/James149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186938684294043874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1QHUUGOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xidJqfjaJaQ/s400/James149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ee Ling, May Ling, Johnson and me, ofcourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Havin a superbly great night in poppi that day. Met Toonm Jet, Desmond, hot vicye, Chong Lun, etc. Also, bump into Chia ming and Kee Hong!eh..like school days gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1QXUUGPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ELbqhAyKyQ/s1600-h/SP_A2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186938688589011186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1QXUUGPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ELbqhAyKyQ/s400/SP_A2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I post up this picture because i look fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fake color due to flash. muahah but mind me! I Like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How i wish if i have fair skin.arg..This wish of mine can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never be fulfill. how sad.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1QnUUGQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AAq6ZU2oXMk/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186938692883978498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1QnUUGQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AAq6ZU2oXMk/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ee Ling's 21st bday. i only have this on hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WIll upload more when i receive the pictures from Ee Ling aka cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1RHUUGRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6oVLoUHEwDE/s1600-h/SANY0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186938701473913106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1RHUUGRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6oVLoUHEwDE/s400/SANY0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pretty Mei. Abit chao chui in this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To be honest, she is very adorable and beautiful!A very sweet girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, a happy day in Poppi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my first time really hang out with James, Bernard, Wei Chong, Johnson, and ofcourse first time to club with Mei, May Ling and Ee Ling. Three of my precious babygirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1RXUUGSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gLTgwzpSBWc/s1600-h/j+n+me(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186938705768880418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u1RXUUGSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gLTgwzpSBWc/s400/j+n+me(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During my bday. Secondary friends celebrated bday for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was having a down night that day =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Use to like this tube, now i realise how ugly it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok not gonna wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post up more happy moment picture soon!happy workin and studying everyone.adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-6203949110371169189?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/6203949110371169189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=6203949110371169189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6203949110371169189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6203949110371169189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-moment-pictures.html' title='happy moment pictures!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_u10nUUGTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9FIuUIjGZhI/s72-c/IMG_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3398796807409051755</id><published>2008-04-07T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:28:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday o Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_uwmnUUGNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_v386ixRblE/s1600-h/1_688003655l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186933573282961618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_uwmnUUGNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_v386ixRblE/s400/1_688003655l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday O Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read if u've time.With a packet of Barbeque Lays on hand.Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suppose to be a very peaceful and good Sunday for me. But not now anymore because my mood is affected by the A-U-T-O-M-A-T-I-C-A-L-L-Y deleted post. I'm confuse..confuse of my mood on Sunday, on whether it is a good or a bad one. eh!mind me!I'm crapping. Ofcourse i'm having a very good Sundayy!!yeah - A good sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Kiss me on a sunday a sunday a sunday*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice song which i love to sing when i was a kid .A`ight!So here I repeat once more about Joanne's sunday!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10.30 when i actually slept late the previous night&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a nanny!Which is only able to sleep for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping soundly when i heard someone knocking on my door, calling for me. Due to lazinees, i pretend not to hear the knocking. muahaha SUper lazy lorh to walk all the way to unlock my door!There is so many steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake up &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Walk fast fast &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Twist Room Lock Three Time &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;---&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unslash Upper Lock &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Open Door &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Walk fast fast + Simply Answer Question &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cover Blanket.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel kinda bad also la cos its Mummy!So being a good child, like always *winks* I force my self outta bed.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh!You sleep here yesterday?I thought u're in Teng's room!" I answered in a Frustrated tone "yalaaaa.Its me la"&lt;br /&gt;Den mummy went out the room. I continue zzzz!&lt;br /&gt;Not long after Teng came in my room, getting ready to go out for breakfast with DADDY, MUMMY and DIDI!&lt;br /&gt;What about me?I wanna gooooooo laaaaaa!Keh Gao me..Mummy thought i wanna sleep cos i sound so frustrated!i shouldn't have behave liddat.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go but it is too late for me to get ready as I need at least 45 minutes when daddy's already out to his car. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitating, I went back to bed. Not long after, I snoze off.&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, Johnson called. We plan to go karaoke in Red Box, and Dim Sum in Imperial China before we started singing like birdssss!&lt;br /&gt;Which I mean, sing badly!Cos I don’t think bird sing sweetly, they're kinda annoyin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok den. I finally got ready at 1.30, ehhhh!Dim sum ended lediii!!We never manage to eat dim dum and go to karaoke&lt;br /&gt;So, Once more, we headed to Pj for Long Si Fu's dim sum. Super hot lorh in the afternoon, but mind the sun.Our table were filled with variety type of food. Its delicious pei tak sau yok chok doesnt taste as special as the other day, but somehow it is still yummmy!I reached home about 5.30. I called mummy to ask if we're going for dinner. Mummy started with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ofcourse got la..Where have you been for the whole afternoon?Daddy said you go out with ur friends instead of following us to breakfast!Better go dinner with us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But as I remember mummy only walked in to my room and said *eh, that's you ar?I thought u sleep in Teng's room!*&lt;br /&gt;I headed to the karaoke room to release my angerr!to Shout Out Loud. Eh ofcourse not! How can I be angry when I'm in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;Selected few mandarin songs, aiyah..Sound so bad..No talent and skills at all, super sad lorh cos I can't sing like A-mei.&lt;br /&gt;Super hard to sing cos I need to refer to Joanne's lyric book as I wrote them all in Han Yue Ping Ying. Its so hard not to know how to read in mandarin&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the importance of mandarin classes. Hua Yue Hao. Hen hao&lt;br /&gt;I sang a few song, felt so boring cos no need to wait for mike. Its like, only my voice can be heard all the time!Rock song, slow song, romantic song, All Joanne's voice. Super bored!How nice if I'm singing with my friends, can hear different type of voices, make noise, make fun, eat, sing, wait for mike.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes quite frustrated cos need to wait so long just to sing a song&lt;br /&gt;ehhh!Depends on mood la, whether got singing mood or playin mood.&lt;br /&gt;So After a few song, I went to my room. Try on a few outfit. Then went mandi&lt;br /&gt;Bath..Bath and bath, I thought of putting hair mask. My hair is as dry as dry grasses!&lt;br /&gt;It is Brownish + Yellow + white spots at its end. Why white spots? Cos my hair gonna die! Gonna split into two. + Look rough, and dry.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at this kinda texture, who on earth will wants to stroke on my hair? Pls recover, else no guys will want to sayang me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking twice, thrice, frice (eh!Dont learn. Its Joanne's wordin invention) I decided not to apply hair mask.&lt;br /&gt;Cos daddy and mummy's face pop out my mind. I imagine them sitting at the couch, waiting for me, like always!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be punctual I said. Therefore I applied the hair conditioner only.&lt;br /&gt;I came out from the washroom, open my room door, peep out. And oh!There is only my younger brother, still laying on the couch watching television. Daddy is still in the garden, watering the plant and looking at his beautiful fishes!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is still in the hair saloon. Aiyah!I should have just apply them.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room to dress up and make up as i might be meeting May ling and Ee ling after dinner. I'm so hungwee!Went out the room, i saw daddy, mummy and didi on the couch, as i imagine earlier.&lt;br /&gt;A`ight!We ate Chinese food for dinner, like usual.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went to mcadees with cutie brother. Super shy to order as these days we need to speak with the speaker. It is as if talking to wall at times because there is no human infront of me. And worst still!The machine is lcoated infront of the open air area!!So if there are loads of people, i will drive away. U know, it is shy when the speaker reply so loudly. *ya cik. Saya repeat order ya. Satu set regular mcdeluxe. satu banana pie.* Else worstt!! At times *apa?tiga set mc chicken ya, cik?* I will be like *Bukan bukan..satu set saja hehe* He will be like *apa cik?Tiga set ya?* and again i will be like *Bukan!Satu set saja..* eh!!apa la..not clear the speaker!&lt;br /&gt;keke..but somehow i still love mcadees!!!mcadees mcadees.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, didnt manage to go out because Ee Ling went out with her cousin. Me and May Ling were so worry as we can't get her since afternoon till night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Message to Ee Ling:&lt;/span&gt; Yorrhh!People here worry u there happy!Dont let me see u the next time. WIll cubit ur backside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, chit chatted with May Ling for a while about her ex storyyyy!eh..quite interestinggg..Continue by chatting with my brother about hensem males!!He must be surprise cos chat shock shock for ten minutes i suddenly doze off. Sleeping soundly sumemoree!ok the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3398796807409051755?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3398796807409051755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3398796807409051755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3398796807409051755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3398796807409051755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-o-sunday_07.html' title='Sunday o Sunday'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R_uwmnUUGNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_v386ixRblE/s72-c/1_688003655l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-6908553901741181060</id><published>2008-04-07T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:42:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>w-ha-t?</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HACK?I POST UP MY BLOG AND IT GO DISCONNECTED SUDDENLY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super frustrated..I post up super nice long blog and it erase off automatically just like thattttt. ANGWEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-6908553901741181060?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/6908553901741181060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=6908553901741181060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6908553901741181060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/6908553901741181060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-o-sunday.html' title='w-ha-t?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-3077628502863877633</id><published>2008-04-07T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:42:41.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - mm..good one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a`ight..The previous post is a lil bit lenghty.. So lets continue with my Saturdayy!&lt;br /&gt;Good Saturday. Good Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;After work, went to Ikea. Reach there at two fourty give. Oh!And got to go at three thirty!Cos me and my sis aren't familiar with the way home from Ikea. Hence, my brother in law meet us up there after work to lead us home. Gosh!!!WE try to take what we can in that 45 minutes. Its like amazing race!*Pick what u can in 45 mins!!GoGoGO!*&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, girls are extremely cheong hei and picky!So many cute stuff i saw. and the price is extremely cheapy cheap, so happy to see them!yummy yum.&lt;br /&gt;I myself two cute polkadot towel where its background is in lime green and purple where else polkadot in white, and two box. In pink and white!planning to stuff my lingeries and tank tops in both the box.keke..Also, bought A bag to stuff dirty clothe. That is only what i manage to get.oh yah!Bought few pckets and boxes of delicious biscuits..They're so yummy! Almond and choco flavour. Will post up its picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;After Ikea, we went to Jusco for nandos. Nandos, mm..not that delicious on that day. BUt now when i think back, like quite sedap lah!yeah!nandos, is one of my fav food.&lt;br /&gt;At night, went to Way Cheat's 21st birthday in ktv.Never manage to sing any song, mm..have a good time after all..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Javad for not attending your birthday party on Saturday!Anyhow, thanks for invitin n i appreciate it load loads and loads i could say. One of my close friend back in CIMP.&lt;br /&gt;That is my happy Saturday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-3077628502863877633?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/3077628502863877633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=3077628502863877633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3077628502863877633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/3077628502863877633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-mmgood-one.html' title='Saturday - mm..good one.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2605080187925705856</id><published>2008-04-06T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:19:00.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Friday!</title><content type='html'>he-l-l-o moto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super unlucky weyy!!my house modem kena thunder strike, internet and phone is currently unavailable.*dish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we have HANDPHONE, in our super modern worldddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elseeee after thunder strike, we will be using lao ku tong way to communicate with the outside world *as in, outside our house hihihi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes!!So what i did from Friday up to Sunday?I only have the c-h-a-n-c-e to update my blog.today!Yes, in the offfice of course. Type a bit, save in draft, type a bit save in draft. Cosss super not convenient n ofcoure, its not appropriate to blog during office hour *yiiim!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wassup with my GOOD Friday?i suppose.!ehh..nola..it is my so call YUMMY FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Me and my sister went to the Gigantic Jusco together to seek for clock cos Daddy wants a clock. The want which he want is those which can glow in the dark, which he can see very clearly once he look at it at night. Super hard to find ehhhh those kolot clock..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how if this kolot clock spoilt his room?I mean, daddy's new clock will look out of place!End of the day, we cant get to find beautiful lime green numbering clock. But its worth it to go there afterall cos I have my favourite mcadee's fwench friessss!yummyyyyy!Also, I bought 6 apple doughnut with diff colors and flavors but ended up not stuffing any of them into my big stomch.eh!I wonder who ate my fav glacier!It Taste like krispy kreme,So yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About ten plus, Finally!Finally get to meet up with my lovely buddies..Sharen, sherlyn, hardy, oscar and johnson.oh how much i miss them. Didnt meet them ever since i fall sick *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for Dim Sum in SS2. Long Si Fu dim sum..Sounds a bit pro rite the name?Anyhow, it is a very only a small shop, with little variety of food. but oh!Pack with customers!Food is Super tasty!Dont use to like porridge, but they have very yummy *pei tan sau yok chok*. It taste so special and oh so delicious. We eat eat eat and eat, las though 10 days without food. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Kei Tai Sek for tong sueh. I ordered *Chi pao kai* and Mak Chok. Delicious Mak Chok, how good if it comes with *yao char kwai* It must be purrrrfect den.&lt;br /&gt;Never manage to finish Chi Pao Kai cos its extremely Oily!We went home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2605080187925705856?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2605080187925705856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2605080187925705856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2605080187925705856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2605080187925705856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/delicious-friday.html' title='Delicious Friday!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5202803747375093355</id><published>2008-04-06T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:43:26.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>play drum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can hear the drum sound so clearly!&lt;br /&gt;It plays so loudlyyy! This sounds*gruuu gru gruuuu* unlike the one played in a cafe&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's my stomach which is playin.. *sad sad..* it must be sufferin. Sufferin from hunger&lt;br /&gt;*sob* Luckily no one bside me else super paise lorh! *yiiks!*&lt;br /&gt;argss!Lunchy munchy started for twenty two minutes ledi!!TWENTY TWO to be exact!&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakin hungwee yet still waiting for my sis&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to Mcadees drive thru if she's not havin lunch today&lt;br /&gt;*duh* pls be quick!ppl's waitin..pls be understandin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-5202803747375093355?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/5202803747375093355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=5202803747375093355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5202803747375093355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/5202803747375093355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/what.html' title='play drum'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-7927178896362753067</id><published>2008-04-03T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:43:39.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy meal *tee hee*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ah!Delicious sausage mcmuffin. A very satisfying and happy meal I would say.&lt;br /&gt;It just lighten up my dull day. Waking up feeling absolutely tired today, lazy to drag my self out of my pink bed..but soon..after susage mcmuffin I turned to be Energetic!!!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha See..How much I love yu sausage mcmuffin, U're so yummy!No wonder kids love u!&lt;br /&gt;U can actually put a smile on their face, like how u put on mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oops!i'm like advertising McDonald's breakfast..Mind ME. All in all cos I've a satisfying breakfast, which is Sausage Mcmuffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-7927178896362753067?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/7927178896362753067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=7927178896362753067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7927178896362753067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/7927178896362753067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-meal-tee-hee.html' title='happy meal *tee hee*'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2176820143486243827</id><published>2008-03-31T03:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:44:13.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My phone beep. I press the "show" message button. Kelly's name appeared in my inbox. I was shocked when i view the message she sent to me. Chelle's mother passed away yesterday night due to cancer. My heart's cryin, cryin silently as though this happen to someone close to me. There's nothin much i can do except to give my friend moral support. She've to be strong and positive to go through all this. As i believe, god has brought her mother, Jenny to a beautiful place where she is free from worries, pain and sadness. Her days will only fill with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Aunt, Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2176820143486243827?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2176820143486243827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2176820143486243827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2176820143486243827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2176820143486243827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-phone-beep.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4388953780008952921</id><published>2008-03-30T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:44:34.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can you see three pairs of heels??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N-o-n-s-e-n-c-e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to see three pair when there is only two pair?=P&lt;br /&gt;doesnt look so good in the pic right?i feel it looks abit mm hoi wai here as well. cos of the photo effect la i guess. still a newbie to camthis , hack it..as long as can see the heel figure haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R--3OnUUGJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nAFIkbCX-D0/s1600-h/new+pics+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183563157826967698" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R--3OnUUGJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nAFIkbCX-D0/s400/new+pics+071.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R--3NnUUGII/AAAAAAAAAFY/9WPVznY1nmQ/s1600-h/new+pics+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183563140647098498" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="299" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R--3NnUUGII/AAAAAAAAAFY/9WPVznY1nmQ/s400/new+pics+070.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a`ight a`ight. These are newly bought heels, so spot the difference since both are arrange next to each other wey!!If you cant differentiate, then can long piakssss 10 kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY, the color, design, inches, ribbon, n i-dont-know- ledi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;not important anyway because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is not the main topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This two pair of new heels are my current favs. I bought the hot pink one from Guess during their season sale!So *tai*muahaha After discount left RM230.00!&lt;br /&gt;Where else i bought the blue one today in a randomly walk in shoe boutique! woww on sales as well!Super cheapy cheap, 50% discount. Left bout RM30.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats up with this heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not wear the one i bought from Guess yet as it is superbly uncomfortable! I got them because they're gorgoues. Silly me!My toe line is not covered fully by the heels as well!I'm thinking how should i wear them on. With tights huh? Look quite lam nua/untidy/tak kemas weyyy with the line line!That is why i stil keep this pair in the box, untouch.mm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Instead, I will be wearing my newly bought cheap heels tmr to office! They're more comfortable, and it fits my feet perfectly!My toe line is covered, it not only fit is comfortable, yet it looks gorgeous from the outer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is the part man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've heard many realistic and materialistic story told by my friends regarding about their girl friends. Seeking guys who drive a Bmw or a lamborghini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R--9enUUGLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lFlTmxaIkDU/s1600-h/1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570029774641330" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="285" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R--9enUUGLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lFlTmxaIkDU/s400/1819.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R---gnUUGMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UXS4nP4cgDw/s1600-h/lamborghini11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183571163646007490" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R---gnUUGMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UXS4nP4cgDw/s400/lamborghini11.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Example number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Cher, look!Big car,big car young men driving worh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;saliva drooling, muka miang all come out. cannot hide ledi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"kiaaa chiong lorh. see which restaurant he is headin to.buakakaka.later see him must sot tien abit k?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the..i feel this kinda sua pa kao reaction super humiliating lorh. Big car so what?how do u know if he has to tie his stomach everyday just to pay this car every month, or worst still has a retarded characteristic? Super hate it when guys who drive luxury cars wants attention. Ho sim. But this i have to admit, they do receive attention. But wait..wait a sec. Doesnt mean thing which looks expensive from the outer is comfortable to wear on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Instead, Things which is less expensive are more loveable. uh!Toyota or a honda car can be good too at times!!Good package eh?Good men, who has good personality and who drives an affordable car.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, money is not everything as it can't buy health and love!n horrrr, dont kena con and tipu by guys who drive big car does not mean a single thing. It can mean nothing or something at times..haha argss..mind me. i'm crappin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono, i should say. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOP being Over Materialistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4388953780008952921?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4388953780008952921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4388953780008952921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4388953780008952921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4388953780008952921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-heck.html' title='what the heck?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R--3OnUUGJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nAFIkbCX-D0/s72-c/new+pics+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-2304522713005581775</id><published>2008-03-30T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:46:17.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>next day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9s63UUGDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IedscaOY4-Y/s1600-h/DSC04909.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tut-tut-tut-tut-!continue part two.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;The next day, we slept like pig till two plus. Bath, Make up abit abit, then went to klcc to get some stuff. At night, we went to saisaki got japanese food. Gosh. it is delicious.yummy yum! we waited approximately 20 minutes. Started feeling frustrated when our number is called..muahaha!then eat ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!like hungwee beast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;this notti simon continue teasing sherlyn about her sprained bone in poppi!muahaha. then we started gossip gossip abittt, play abit, and then tease abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rfXUUF-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/YlFm-_gXPgE/s1600-h/DSC04924.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183479882706065378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rfXUUF-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/YlFm-_gXPgE/s400/DSC04924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rfnUUF_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1FEt7XMkFfk/s1600-h/DSC04920.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183479887001032690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rfnUUF_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1FEt7XMkFfk/s400/DSC04920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before going off saisaki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rgHUUGBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bNfZoi0SCRI/s1600-h/DSC04936.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rgXUUGCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xGU_9flL81U/s1600-h/DSC04939.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183479899885934626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rgXUUGCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xGU_9flL81U/s400/DSC04939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not finished food!llook grose and doesnt look attractive isn't it?but its yummy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya!they went to count down sherlyn's bday when they reach klang in station 1, unfortunately both me and teng cannot make it. but nvm lah, our heart is with sherlynnnnn where ever she goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9s7nUUGEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PdeBZ9hns-0/s1600-h/DSC04963.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183481467548997698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9s7nUUGEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PdeBZ9hns-0/s400/DSC04963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;yeah cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-2304522713005581775?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/2304522713005581775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=2304522713005581775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2304522713005581775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/2304522713005581775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/03/next-day.html' title='next day'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9rfXUUF-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/YlFm-_gXPgE/s72-c/DSC04924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-5812930587460070465</id><published>2008-03-30T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:47:58.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craze.monkeys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jw3UUF8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/P8qY9e82bRg/s1600-h/DSC04904.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jxHUUF9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/G7f4iFIxndg/s1600-h/DSC04874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183471391555721170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jxHUUF9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/G7f4iFIxndg/s400/DSC04874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lemme submit a few pixxie taken on sherlyn's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;we were all having a good time that night! Went to her new apartment, located right opposite of poppi garden. Also, a few walks away where we will eventually reach klcc. How convenient. We were all so desperate to find for ice cubes, butter, sizzling sauce and a lil more sausages. This made us walked under baby rain drops! At night, We were having barbeque beside the swimming pool. The scenery is just plain great!!but uh, never take any pictures of it, but only pictures in poppi! After barbeque, we bath, settled down, then headed to poppi. it was a blastful night. I dance throughout the night!First time in ma life, everyone was high on alcohol. Especially playful sherlyn!She Smoke. She dance. She sprain her bone. Monkey simon kept making joke of her sprained bone!haha bump into James, Johnson, Gerald, Danny, Bernard, Alan and i-dont-know-who!muahaha. They are like mad!duh. pouring liquor into everyone's mouth. duh i cannot take it. its too thick for me. My throat gonna burn if i do it. And hence, they ask me to take a picture pretending as though i am drinking!whahahahaha thanks. i am excluded.muah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After poppi, we went back to the apartment, continue eating our left over barbequed food!n ta da!!!We then get started with Malaysia True Ghost Story!!!Story Teller: Oscar! Sound Effect by Ah Siong the UH tiong tiong! We were all listening freakily, and this ah siong will be making loads of ghost sound. Buat BUat, Buat sampai ownself tertidur at the couch. haha all eventually doze off about 6.30am!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c1nUUFmI/AAAAAAAAABI/eqVHHibTX9Q/s1600-h/DSC04809.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183463772283737698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c1nUUFmI/AAAAAAAAABI/eqVHHibTX9Q/s400/DSC04809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9a93UUFkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5yZB5X5jUlk/s1600-h/DSC04805.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183461714994402882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9a9XUUFiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TqjUSpJhWRQ/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183461706404468258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9a9XUUFiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TqjUSpJhWRQ/s400/DSC04794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9a9HUUFhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qEP8Lyh24_Q/s1600-h/DSC04787.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183461702109500946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9a9HUUFhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qEP8Lyh24_Q/s400/DSC04787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c13UUFnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xdQSQGxl2C8/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183463776578705010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c13UUFnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xdQSQGxl2C8/s400/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9a9nUUFjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/etjufiiSldw/s1600-h/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183461710699435570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9a9nUUFjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/etjufiiSldw/s400/DSC04802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c1XUUFlI/AAAAAAAAABA/tKaESJUTy6E/s1600-h/DSC04804.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183463767988770386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c1XUUFlI/AAAAAAAAABA/tKaESJUTy6E/s400/DSC04804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c2HUUFoI/AAAAAAAAABY/YVbD_EQY8S8/s1600-h/DSC04814.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183463780873672322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9c2HUUFoI/AAAAAAAAABY/YVbD_EQY8S8/s400/DSC04814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jwnUUF6I/AAAAAAAAADo/Jhcx0UbOEqs/s1600-h/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183471382965786530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jwnUUF6I/AAAAAAAAADo/Jhcx0UbOEqs/s400/DSC04888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all shock sendiri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jwnUUF7I/AAAAAAAAADw/4eVG9EVy550/s1600-h/DSC04892.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183471382965786546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jwnUUF7I/AAAAAAAAADw/4eVG9EVy550/s400/DSC04892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didnt know why.but it gives me a freaky effect!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9ezHUUFuI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y473X6aVxkg/s1600-h/DSC04830.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183465928357320418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9ezHUUFuI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y473X6aVxkg/s400/DSC04830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9fuXUUFvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o9fZUEzgtW0/s1600-h/DSC04834.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183466946264569586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9fuXUUFvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o9fZUEzgtW0/s400/DSC04834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yorrr simon looks very scary lorh in this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9funUUFyI/AAAAAAAAACo/2rGnwA_yD2E/s1600-h/DSC04843.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183466950559536930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9funUUFyI/AAAAAAAAACo/2rGnwA_yD2E/s400/DSC04843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9fu3UUFzI/AAAAAAAAACw/-tqikR-PReM/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183466954854504242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9fu3UUFzI/AAAAAAAAACw/-tqikR-PReM/s400/DSC04847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like very desperate la he!muahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htHUUF0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B7kFJNSiY6M/s1600-h/DSC04851.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183469123812988738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htHUUF0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B7kFJNSiY6M/s400/DSC04851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They force. they do anything.just to pour!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htXUUF1I/AAAAAAAAADA/xK8kobGVkyY/s1600-h/DSC04852.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183469128107956050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htXUUF1I/AAAAAAAAADA/xK8kobGVkyY/s400/DSC04852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;look. how cruel these people are muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htnUUF2I/AAAAAAAAADI/AmD-j9Dhrwk/s1600-h/DSC04854.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183469132402923362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htnUUF2I/AAAAAAAAADI/AmD-j9Dhrwk/s400/DSC04854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gosh.whats wrong with the double chin.quick, snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9funUUFxI/AAAAAAAAACg/J0pAvYwFBp0/s1600-h/DSC04836.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183466950559536914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9funUUFxI/AAAAAAAAACg/J0pAvYwFBp0/s400/DSC04836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9eyHUUFqI/AAAAAAAAABo/zp8aNU0Odkw/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183465911177451170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9eyHUUFqI/AAAAAAAAABo/zp8aNU0Odkw/s400/DSC04819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9fuXUUFwI/AAAAAAAAACY/CX8MXMUfus4/s1600-h/DSC04835.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183466946264569602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9fuXUUFwI/AAAAAAAAACY/CX8MXMUfus4/s400/DSC04835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9eyHUUFrI/AAAAAAAAABw/foLAkupINPw/s1600-h/DSC04822.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183465911177451186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9eyHUUFrI/AAAAAAAAABw/foLAkupINPw/s400/DSC04822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9eyXUUFsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U_X_7QUMrNU/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183465915472418498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9eyXUUFsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U_X_7QUMrNU/s400/DSC04824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9ey3UUFtI/AAAAAAAAACA/X47tIVgBtGI/s1600-h/DSC04827.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183465924062353106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9ey3UUFtI/AAAAAAAAACA/X47tIVgBtGI/s400/DSC04827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htnUUF3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JYrvrD8-Bko/s1600-h/DSC04861.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183469132402923378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htnUUF3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JYrvrD8-Bko/s400/DSC04861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jwXUUF5I/AAAAAAAAADg/vOI6X_bFQnQ/s1600-h/DSC04875.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183471378670819218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jwXUUF5I/AAAAAAAAADg/vOI6X_bFQnQ/s400/DSC04875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9htnUUF3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JYrvrD8-Bko/s1600-h/DSC04861.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/7340240914266544159-5812930587460070465?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoRxqyR9fbI/R-9jxHUUF9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/G7f4iFIxndg/s72-c/DSC04874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-8642362705641207549</id><published>2008-03-29T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:47:24.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What am i doing at this freaking hour? Sitting all alone in front of my labtop, with wide eye open. Duh! Aren't i suppose to be in bed at this hour?Dreaming of my next prince charming? Good. This might be one of the sign of me recovering from my sick. Two days ago, i was still as energetic as a newly charge battery in the office. Only with a few sound of batuk *hek hek hek &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i wonder if this is the right sound effect?cincai la u guys can do ur own batuk sound) Suddenly in the afternooon, my bone ache. especially my back bone. Duh!I felt so cold out of sudden but i thought it is the air cond. I went home once i finish my job at 530 and took a short nap. I thought i was going to fall sick, when i actually didnt know i already fall sick.Thanks for the termometer mum. It shown 38.9. Duh! Sudden high fever. Went to the dotor immediately, makan ubat, makan bubur, minum air.(repeated the same routine for two days) Got mc for Fri and sat. Weekend no outdoor activities. isk~. Luckily my fever recovered else i'll be going for blood test, just incase got bitten by nyamuk aedes betina! haha but luckily. recovered ledi!!But, still got abit of yucky greenish phlemge, kekurangan voice and a bit of flu. nvm better than fever!muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*sob!* i missed out two outing today cause by my Super wrong timing sickkkk lorh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My youngest brother curse mmg manyak accurate..Last two days he was sick, then he was like telling maid jokingly "let joanne use my glass, let her sick so she no need to go to workk" and duh!!here it is, his words became true!Just the next day, i sakit. He can change his profession to become a bomoh, eh it seems. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-8642362705641207549?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/8642362705641207549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=8642362705641207549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8642362705641207549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/8642362705641207549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/03/sudden-sick.html' title='sudden sick.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340240914266544159.post-4658717246211824294</id><published>2008-03-29T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:46:51.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I do not understand how men on earth can be so irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i receive a phone call from a friend of mine, telling me about her worries of getting pregnancy!I was on the line with her for hours because of her worries!&lt;br /&gt;Her period suppose to due early of the month but there is not even a single dot of blood stain on her panty till today! Her breast harden for two weeks. But i see two possibilities! As what i heard laaaaaaa, pregnancy will make breast harder but i didnt know if pregnant for few weeks can lead to hardness!lol..hack it. I assume what i think is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First. Sign of getting pregnancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Second. Sign of period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after all the worries she decided to do the pregnancy test! On the box it shown, two stripes means pregnant where else one means safe. She dipped the tester into her urine and waited anxiously!Duh..I suppose for her, this few minute pass extremely slow. it is as though waiting for result regarding life and death!mmm..Slowly the tester appeared a pink line and then a bar of pink color on the other side. She called me to ask for confirmation, but whom am i to give her an accurate answer as i am not the doctor? My advice to her is to go to the doctor for a check up bfore it is too late!Her so call good-boy friend insisted that she is 99% safe as the tester didnt show two pink line, but only one pink line with one bar of pink color. She claimed that she wanted to go to the clinic for assurance but her boy friend kept insisted that the result is accurate. But what is in her mind was "what if the pink bar appear to be the second line?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boy friend asked her jokingly "What will you do if you've baby!" she then answered "abortion."&lt;br /&gt;Both she and her boy friend worry as much as well but the one who is gonna go thru physical pain during abortion &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( if she has baby)&lt;/span&gt; is the female. Male only go through emotional pain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(huh!Maybe there isn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while she was thinking, "&lt;strong&gt;yea yea...there is such things as abortion but babies which have been aborted will be send to heaven.They will all be taken care by Jesus Christ. It is a sin. I can't do that..&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What the heck? Killing your own child's life? Well, it is always easy to say but hard to do. I mean, see below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Easy To Say For the Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Go Abortion laaa...too young to marry..(then they will tipu tipu convince the girl)" OR else worst to worst "aiya..Lets Marry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hard To Do For Females&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Painful process of abortion. Illegal abortion means unsafe abortion. What if it is not completely remove and utensil used is not hygiene?Will bring bad bad side effect!!Later suddenly will pengsan and black out in the middle of the street..Heard this happen to my friend friend's b4!mm.. OR else worst "Marry?Embarrass if too young. Aunty Uncle mouth manyak besar. They will start gossiping especially about the female. Female parents will start scolding cos feel humiliating. Worst still, if both couple marry cos of responsibility not love. How if in future, the male ditch the girl aside cos of no love?eh eh eh eh eh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is talking to me bout her stories, i was thinking "both party will suffer from worries but the one who will suffer most is the female as the one who need to go through abortion or delivery surgery is HER not HIM. Male worry worry and worry, discuss, worry, discuss, worry!make decision together!wait and wait. Whether they want it or doesnt, whether they hate it or dislike, they are only feeling it enotionally not physically. mana ada sakit?sakit hati only..But after a few months, lupa lagi. buat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not reffering to all males yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A`ight. I hope that she will be fine and that her period delay is due to some other reason..I'm sorry to hear that as well. Love yu chiq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340240914266544159-4658717246211824294?l=joanne-winks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/feeds/4658717246211824294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340240914266544159&amp;postID=4658717246211824294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4658717246211824294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340240914266544159/posts/default/4658717246211824294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne-winks.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-good-one.html' title='Not a good one.'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18113694318046994454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
