<?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-9162228414535452278</id><updated>2011-12-07T20:29:39.809-08:00</updated><category term='test'/><category term='movie'/><category term='personality'/><category term='contemplate'/><category term='God'/><category term='random'/><category term='death'/><category term='trivia'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='spoilers'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='happy'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='joy'/><category term='review'/><category term='love'/><category term='joyous'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='les sluts'/><category term='poems'/><category term='vent'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Story Of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7140328266496199612</id><published>2011-12-07T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:29:39.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><title type='text'>Inividuality</title><content type='html'>you know i'm so sick of having so many things in common with a certain annoying extra appendage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me so sick that i can't be who i am or what i want to be when she's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to play the role she's familiar with. i have to be who she thinks i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just lose my sense of individuality. people start to associate us together. if i'm there she's supposed to be there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. just. want. to. do. my. own. thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the. way. i. want. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me, or does it seem like she always want to have what i have? thereby indirectly taking it away from me? because i get so sick of pretending i actually enjoy sharing it, that i just give in and give it up and let her take it over completely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some people actually like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sharing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not with someone with whom i was FORCED to share every bloody fucking single thing with ever since she arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i had no independent will of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i didn't deserve to have things of mt own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i wasn't worth a damn fucking thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i was there just to facilitate her existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you make me give it up, when you take it by force, that isn't sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your facts straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am my own person. i have my own life. now get out of it. i don't get into yours, now do i? you made it pretty clear that i wasn't welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do the same to you, lest certain people write me off as bullying you, or being selfish, or being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you have no right to criticise me should i decide not to let you borrow my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to steal my style as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god you're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can leave as well. then i can live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7140328266496199612?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7140328266496199612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7140328266496199612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7140328266496199612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7140328266496199612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/12/inividuality.html' title='Inividuality'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5385889314397077701</id><published>2011-12-01T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:54:12.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart-wrenching Story Of My Life</title><content type='html'>such is my luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i find the perfect guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PERFECT guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet, humble, funny, kind, caring, slightly vulnerable, out going, friendly, honest, witty, can still surprise me with the littlest things AND smart AND is taller than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he thinks that he isn't good enough for anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover he already has someone else in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know this because he told me that he isn't good enough for this other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellent, two strikes in one blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel immensely vulnerable yet very much happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, he might, he just might like me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if his body language isn't miscommunicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never should have let myself fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's perfect. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5385889314397077701?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5385889314397077701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5385889314397077701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5385889314397077701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5385889314397077701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-wrenching-story-of-my-life.html' title='The Heart-wrenching Story Of My Life'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6772542423111816712</id><published>2011-11-28T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:37:06.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><title type='text'>The Curse Of The First Born</title><content type='html'>Nobody knows the troubles i see.... Nobody knows my sorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if all first-borns out there can relate to this, but it sucks to be the first born in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sure, you might think that we get all the stuff first hand, we never get hand-me-downs, we set the trail for our siblings to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but behind the thin veil of the rather dull glitz and glamour,is a whole load of responsibility and expectations that only the first born child of the family is supposed to bear- freeing all other siblings of the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a first born, you're expected to take care of your younger siblings, and in the view of the parents, that means sharing your stuff whether you want to or not, giving them stuff that we actually might still want to keep, thank you very much, giving in to their ridiculous whims and tantrums, letting them climb all over you without uttering a single complaint, letting them choose the better of EVERYTHING EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO GET THE FIRST CHOICE, HELLO... and your parents... your parents, who up until then had fussed over YOU AND ONLY YOU, now stand behind you, judging you by your every move how you treat the new baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to be the chew toy when their teeth start coming in, when they hit you, it's FUCKING ADORABLE, but when you hit THEM, whoa, why are you being such a bitter, vindictive elder sibling? have you no compassion? apparently younger siblings have absolutely no fucking clue as to what they are doing, that's why we should just sit back and let them do whatever the hell they please. and us, on the other hand, have been bestowed with infinitely more knowledge and understanding than them just because we have a few years on them. hence, we have to be the good example, the shining beacon which they will use as a guide to shape their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all just during childhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get older, the parents fucking start blaming you if anything goes wrong with the younger ones, as if they are totally devoid of the responsibility of raising them. i mean, hello, we can't cross the younger ones, should they tell on us, and if we tell on them, we're tattling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're supposed to get "equal amounts" of every shit thing, because of course the parents love us both "EQUALLY". yet he first born is still expected to shoulder more burden, because, well, you ARE the first born... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're supposed to watch out for the younger one, thereby impeding their personal growth and development into someone independent. what kind of reasoning on the parents' behalf is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when THEY make mistakes later in life, it's still overlooked, as if they are still fucking ignorant of their actions. you get reprimanded for the same mistakes, or even less, whilst they get to go off scott-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chores. CHORES. you're expected to do pretty much everything, because yours is the name they remember most. and apparently the other kid is too young to do shit except whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you sit, under-appreciated for the better part of your life, and you are the one expected to take care of your parents in their old age. because apparently, they've been looking after you the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. fuck this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6772542423111816712?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6772542423111816712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6772542423111816712' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>my best friends have always told me that i'm too nostalgic, too depressing, too pessimistic, a real mood killer yadda yadda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm told these things, i don't get affected, because i know that i'm not any of these, and that what they say is true as of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've found myself to be cheery to the point of being annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i'm cheery around people i like, but don't really know well. and i find myself asking this- why do i seem to be happier around new acquaintances but not when i'm with my nearest, dearest friends, around whom i tend to be macabre and dreary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, one could attribute it to the tendencies of people to compensate for other people lack, because i have such fun, lively friends, i simply have to take on the boring persona to maintain a shred of balance in the group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think that the main issue is that my best friends are such awesome people who mean so much to me that i am in constant fear of losing them. so i always appreciate every moment with them... and the sense of nostalgia is rather strong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i could be cheery and fun, but then who would be the one to rein you guys in? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i chose to just enjoy every moment with them, without regard as to whether they would still be in my life after that or not, then i wouldn't be doing justice to what they really meant to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we grow up and grow into life (aka adulthood), mature friendships really mean a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, of course you could make new friends who would still get you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course you would change and thus have new friends who are a better fit for the new you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unless you really sucked when you were with your old friends, or your old friends really suck, old friends are a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they remind you of who you were, what your childhood ideals were, what made you become the you you are now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they relate to your experiences in your younger days, most probably because they were right there with you... new experiences count as well, but you can't deny the person you used to be... unless you used to suck la, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you would also act as each other's yardsticks by which you can measure how far you've come along in life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are also the people you know will enrich your life so much more, just by being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the ones you know who'll make life tons more bearable in the face of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention how well you get along and share so many perspectives and are able to make each other laugh because you are the elite few who get each other's jokes, ya-huh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to all my friends to whom i complain that i don't get to see you enough, that we haven't spent enough time together and lament about how short life is and how precious and fragile our friendship is.... it's because i really appreciate you. and you are the ones who are able to actually cause me hurt in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am emotionally invested in you. that's why i worry about my investment :P when i don't really care about what happens to other people, that's when i can be light-hearted and disconnected because they wouldn't really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i say that you are lucky when you hang out with the sad JO =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, this sounds like a suicide note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe only metaphorically, maybe the old me is dying... maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-4904625631875399958?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/4904625631875399958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=4904625631875399958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4904625631875399958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4904625631875399958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/11/step-forward.html' title='A Step Forward'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2786155940279162512</id><published>2011-11-08T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:11:07.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Death.</title><content type='html'>you may call me macabre, depressed, suicidal or whatever else you please. but the fact is that death is beautiful. interpret it however you may, but know that i am only saying this from a poetic point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we are young, we are so much more in touch with death. we have not much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we grow into this world, we grow attached to it. we stand to lose more and more. the thought of it simply horrifies me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we grow attached? is it simply in our nature? what if we do not grow attached? would we then be considered abnormal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always never felt normal, never related to what most of society deems as "acceptable". never felt the same needs and wants. and i was, in a sense, proud of that. because i recognised that i was different. yet, that made me feel infinitely alone- because i was ridiculed and isolated by those who did not have the brain capacity to comprehend the diversity in other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, however, i have discovered more and more like-minded individuals like myself. and it is refreshing indeed to start to feel that sense of belonging, of being a part of something bigger than yourself. it has however, shaken my longstanding view of myself- that i am alone. my defenses have always been raised. but there is getting less and less need for it now. and i am afraid that should i let them drop, that i will not know how to raise them again should the need arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, why does it seem to me that society always has a say in how i conduct myself and what i do? it is getting really annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2786155940279162512?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/2786155940279162512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=2786155940279162512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2786155940279162512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2786155940279162512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-death.html' title='Life, Death.'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-8624342235670196463</id><published>2011-11-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:00:32.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Rivers</title><content type='html'>just came back from a short camp at chenderiang, perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up-river wading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was bloody mind-blowingly fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up against the currents just after a heavy downpour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gallons of water, coming full force at you, under currents dragging you down, currents sweeping you off your feet, rapids racing over rocks, unstable footing every step of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conquered the full force of the river coming down through a two-metre wide gap between two boulders... with some much needed help. someone almost got swept away, had to help hold on to them and pull them up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was i.n.s.a.n.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout, i learned so much about the geological structure of rivers... and linked them to lessons we should learn in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you conquer the sea, one must first conquer the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pools of love which overflow become a river of love that flows on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waters run deep. way deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to avoid the rapids of your life from sweeping you away, hold on to the rock beneath the rapids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always get a secure hold on wherever you are before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is like a river, forever moving, forever changing, relentless, but as the river swells and subsides, so does life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-8624342235670196463?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/8624342235670196463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=8624342235670196463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8624342235670196463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8624342235670196463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/11/rivers.html' title='Rivers'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-8639078295263438464</id><published>2011-10-24T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:02:51.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>This Morning I Saw</title><content type='html'>This morning i saw the street sweeper,&lt;br /&gt;sweeping the rubbish,&lt;br /&gt;along the busy road,&lt;br /&gt;as i passed by in my car,&lt;br /&gt;with the air conditioning on, &lt;br /&gt;the windows up,&lt;br /&gt;the radio playing,&lt;br /&gt;as i drove on to work,&lt;br /&gt;in a comfortable office,&lt;br /&gt;at a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i saw the scrap collector,&lt;br /&gt;lugging her haul on the back of her bicycle,&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the scrap-yard,&lt;br /&gt;to try to scrape together a few ringgit,&lt;br /&gt;to feed her family,&lt;br /&gt;as i ate my breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;in a nice restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;where i was taxed,&lt;br /&gt;for the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i saw the town gardener,&lt;br /&gt;tending to the bushes,&lt;br /&gt;which line our roads,&lt;br /&gt;and beautify our town,&lt;br /&gt;as i finished my snack,&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to throw away the wrapper,&lt;br /&gt;by simply littering,&lt;br /&gt;but had second thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;and looked around for a rubbish bin instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i saw the night guard,&lt;br /&gt;grumpy and tired,&lt;br /&gt;staring listlessly,&lt;br /&gt;finishing his shift,&lt;br /&gt;as i set about my day,&lt;br /&gt;fresh from a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i was conflicted,&lt;br /&gt;as to what was wrong with our world,&lt;br /&gt;where we are taught to love,&lt;br /&gt;to be kind and giving,&lt;br /&gt;why is no one kind to these people,&lt;br /&gt;who are just like you and me,&lt;br /&gt;but for their place in society,&lt;br /&gt;do we shun,&lt;br /&gt;base on smarts and capability,&lt;br /&gt;which are pretty moot,&lt;br /&gt;if not used for a cause greater than ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich can afford to worry about the trivial,&lt;br /&gt;which is just what it is- trivial.&lt;br /&gt;if what one thinks about defines one,&lt;br /&gt;then trivial are those who mind the trivial.&lt;br /&gt;the less privileged go about their business,&lt;br /&gt;day to day.&lt;br /&gt;what would they do should their places trade for a spell,&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder too about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-8639078295263438464?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/8639078295263438464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=8639078295263438464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8639078295263438464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8639078295263438464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-morning-i-saw.html' title='This Morning I Saw'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-3788012941198940028</id><published>2011-10-05T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:10:59.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would it dear sir, &lt;br /&gt;placate or sting, &lt;br /&gt;that your toil became the herald,&lt;br /&gt;of thine demise to the masses bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In memory of Steve Jobs. who was a great businessman and entrepreneur. whether or not we liked his products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-3788012941198940028?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/3788012941198940028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=3788012941198940028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3788012941198940028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3788012941198940028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/10/would-it-dear-sir-placate-or-sting-that.html' title=''/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5213118926145225799</id><published>2011-10-04T00:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:38:57.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A limerick (for drunkards)</title><content type='html'>A limerick (for drunkards):&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 = 2,&lt;br /&gt;"1" is me and "2" is you,&lt;br /&gt;as of now this much is true,&lt;br /&gt;I am half as drunk as you!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- August 19 at 3:34pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5213118926145225799?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5213118926145225799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5213118926145225799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5213118926145225799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5213118926145225799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/10/limerick-for-drunkards_04.html' title='A limerick (for drunkards)'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-830133987786626252</id><published>2011-10-04T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:38:47.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A limerick (for drunkards)</title><content type='html'>A limerick (for drunkards):&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 = 2,&lt;br /&gt;"1" is me and "2" is you,&lt;br /&gt;as of now this much is true,&lt;br /&gt;I am half as drunk as you!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- August 19 at 3:34pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-830133987786626252?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/830133987786626252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=830133987786626252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/830133987786626252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/830133987786626252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/10/limerick-for-drunkards.html' title='A limerick (for drunkards)'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1793177755308682737</id><published>2011-10-04T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:36:26.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Da 2011</title><content type='html'>Just one last night with you, &lt;br /&gt;one more that you would stay, &lt;br /&gt;before off again you flew, &lt;br /&gt;so we danced the night away. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- August 24 at 8:54am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1793177755308682737?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1793177755308682737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1793177755308682737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1793177755308682737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1793177755308682737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/10/da-2011.html' title='Da 2011'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-3052177005189688582</id><published>2011-10-04T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:23:22.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The Broken Ballerina</title><content type='html'>The broken ballerina&lt;br /&gt;Now lies at the bottom of the chest&lt;br /&gt;Arms and legs askew&lt;br /&gt;Her tune no more to play.&lt;br /&gt;Once full of grace,&lt;br /&gt;A pretty face,&lt;br /&gt;Now dirtied and distorted and out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken ballerina,&lt;br /&gt;Had once danced to great applause,&lt;br /&gt;Had once danced to great delight.&lt;br /&gt;Once dreamed of dance of greater cause,&lt;br /&gt;Once dreamed of stages of gossamer light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who once across the stage she'd flown,&lt;br /&gt;Now no longer takes steps her own.&lt;br /&gt;Who once was held in high regard,&lt;br /&gt;Now lain aside in coarse discard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken ballerina, &lt;br /&gt;Once so magnificent to behold,&lt;br /&gt;Unparalleled in grace and beauty so bold,&lt;br /&gt;Ethereal were the worlds she created,&lt;br /&gt;But to linger in them it wasn't fated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken ballerina,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and passions torn asunder,&lt;br /&gt;As dance as she could, she can no longer.&lt;br /&gt;Though limbs and body are now apart, &lt;br /&gt;The greatest loss is her broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote: feedback/ your interpretation is greatly appreciated :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-3052177005189688582?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/3052177005189688582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=3052177005189688582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3052177005189688582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3052177005189688582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/10/broken-ballerina.html' title='The Broken Ballerina'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1881823019544721687</id><published>2011-10-03T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:37:07.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Ooh, Revelation!</title><content type='html'>i am beginning to think that maybe God made us differently with different wants and different needs and different abilities and different concerns and different levels of determination and different gauges of caring/ empathy/ sympathy and different degrees of aloofness and different ambitions and different perceptions and different perspectives and different levels of satisfaction and different levels of self-confidence and different gauges of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dumbfounded as to why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i can hazard a guess... maybe to make the world more diverse and interesting? for Himself and for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it baffles me as to why He would bless some with great fortune and others with naught. i thought that He was supposed to love us equally. No? or maybe His definition of equality and ours are not the same, and we must bend to His will, and accept His definition. then shall i just stand idly by and watch suffering as He does? or help? but what if it is not their fate that they receive help? which is the test, and what will i be judged by? (okay, too deep. i know. yuck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's essentially on my mind is why some people can be complacent with their lot in lives, whilst same others can't. and where i stand in it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what drives one to improve oneself? is there ever an end-point? i believe not. then is happiness really the ultimate goal? of self-fulfillment? or reaching a point where you can lay content?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1881823019544721687?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1881823019544721687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1881823019544721687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1881823019544721687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1881823019544721687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/10/ooh-revelation.html' title='Ooh, Revelation!'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2399097351179383418</id><published>2011-09-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:46:51.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>well. i never thought i'd see the day when i used this phrase. but-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently feeling so emotionally divided, or in Harry Potter terms, splinched, that i can't even write proper poetry right now. believe me, i've been trying to use poetry as a medium to channel my frustrations. but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so confused right now. i don't recognise myself, and i'm not saying if that's good or bad, but it's REALLY scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, i'm not who i used to be, and i'm not what i want to be. there's nothing upon which i can base myself on that is familiar to me, i'm not fitting into any persona that i expected myself to be. and that is what's scaring me the most- i'm not fulfilling my own expectations, so in a way i'm disappointing myself. and i'm terrified and totally averted to disappointment. and i hate it. and that the very thing contributing to it is myself simply confounds me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i can't for the life of me figure out who is viewing this blog all the way from ICELAND. oh, you're on my feedjit, i can see you, yeah, don't deny it... if i know you please say hi, there's nothing like reconnecting with old friends... if i don't, would you mind giving an introduction? especially pertaining as to why you read this blog of mine of all things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2399097351179383418?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/2399097351179383418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=2399097351179383418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2399097351179383418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2399097351179383418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/09/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity Crisis'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-664688785100019261</id><published>2011-09-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:13:20.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Reality Calling</title><content type='html'>i am feeling so terribly SELF DESTRUCTIVE right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality just called. and it wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how we were taught to dream, and that we can do anything we want, and that we should strive to achieve our dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: "Oh, that's just a truck load of bullshit, didn't you get the memo?"&lt;br /&gt;without even a cursory "i'm sorry" thrown in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the reality is that we are living our dreams- and we are about to get a rude awakening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life so far, for me if not for you, has been a life provided to me by my parents. by their effort, by their hard work, by their enterprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the reality: Life is not like that. we, at some point, need to achieve things from our own efforts. that means getting a job, no more spending without a second thought, managing your own expenses, making your own choices, regulating your own lifestyle and facing the harsh realities without something to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am of course speaking from my perspective. should you be lucky enough to be the offspring of people who can afford to set up a trust fund for you, or bestow a sizeable sum to you as inheritance or something equivalent to that, or somehow leave behind a steady means of income thereby relieving you of the distress of having to find a means of supporting yourself, it would come as no surprise should you not relate to where i'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, my reality is that i will enter the work force earning minimal wage, being stuck in a job maybe without prospects or maybe one that i will hate, always striving for my ideals, never knowing whether or not i will ever achieve them, while whatever i earn will go to scraping by for the basic necessities and supporting my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole illusion of earning high salaries and soaring through the ranks getting promotion after promotion is now in pieces around me. it is not that i am discounting my own abilities. but the numbers. the market, the economy speaks for itself. and also the realisation that with more salary comes more responsibilities. so there goes my dream of owning a place i call home that i acquired by myself, fashioned to my specific tastes, there goes my dream of having an excess of monetary resources that i just have to give as excessively to charity, there goes my dream of globetrotting without a care in the world, there goes blissful ignorance, there goes not having to worry about anything except my petty insecurities, there goes my stay in Neverland (checkout time is at Responsibility O'clock, we hope you've enjoyed your stay. We will never be seeing you again, have a nice life. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will admit that my contention is partly due to reservations about taking on more responsibility, but i resent that i have to take on so much. well, look who's talking like a spoilt child. i blame it on an improperly fulfilled childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose once it gets through my thick skull that i'm not as unfortunate as i think i am, and that life has been pretty good to me and that i should pay my dues, i'll see things in a different light. but the dreams and expectations will forever be there, prevailing in the echoes of my mind... oh look at me being dramatic... but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe life has been too good and i am unwilling to let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to have the luxury to question life and judge society whilst i lounge in my study on a breezy afternoon enjoying tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like Oscar Wilde and CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien and the famous authors who could afford to write because they had the money to fund their whimsical lifestyles of pursuing the arts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck life fuck happiness fuck society fuck expectations fuck limitations fuck age fuck years fuck needs and wants fuck reality fuck ideals fuck dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-664688785100019261?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/664688785100019261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=664688785100019261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/664688785100019261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/664688785100019261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/09/reality-calling.html' title='Reality Calling'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1222293261658023256</id><published>2011-09-08T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:15:22.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Fly, Little One, Fly</title><content type='html'>As the setting sun casts its last rays into the evening sky,&lt;br /&gt;you burst after it, fly, little one, fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the waves break upon the sand and the seagulls cry,&lt;br /&gt;you leap to join them, fly, little one, fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the fishermen haul in their catch and lay their nets to dry,&lt;br /&gt;you surge forward and upward, fly, little one, fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day grows dim and the stars draw nigh,&lt;br /&gt;the wind gently guides you and says, fly, little one, fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1222293261658023256?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1222293261658023256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1222293261658023256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1222293261658023256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1222293261658023256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/09/fly-little-one-fly.html' title='Fly, Little One, Fly'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7418007331522311297</id><published>2011-08-26T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T01:44:20.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Chip Away At My Heart Of Stone</title><content type='html'>Chip away at my heart of stone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lain deep within my flesh and bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unyielding or brittle as it may be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until a bloody red you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JOriginal. 25/08/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7418007331522311297?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7418007331522311297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7418007331522311297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7418007331522311297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7418007331522311297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/08/chip-away-at-my-heart-of-stone.html' title='Chip Away At My Heart Of Stone'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1072579132402944933</id><published>2011-07-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:23:25.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching Back to Me</title><content type='html'>so for the past year or so i've been feeling very discontented and morbid despite all the wonderful things going on in my life. most would say that i was being incredibly ungrateful and unappreciative- but to me, happiness is subjective, and when one feels happy, satisfaction and gratitude won't be far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cause for my personal discontent was due to a feeling of abandonment and hunger for the comfort of the familiar, the level of sharing between friends that only years of camaraderie can foster. so when 80% of my closest friends, the people with whom i somehow managed to connect with on a very different level, the people with whom i found an eerie compatibility with, departed yet again to the dreaded places with names that begin with the letter "U", i felt a very large, very uniquely shaped void in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now psychologists would tell you that according to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Maslow%27s_Hierarchy_of_Needs.svg"&gt;Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs&lt;/a&gt;, certain needs need to be fulfilled, certain goals need to be achieved, certain desires need to be gratified, before you can feel satisfied and achieve a higher level of success, of fulfill a higher class of needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i had once tasted all the levels, if i may say so myself. not to a very large degree, but my toe was definitely in that pool for a bit, up till the highest level. (Check it out to see what i'm talking about.) And that was because i had achieved, or well, was in the luxury of being provided with the basic needs, and had the pleasure of being exposed to the higher levels as well. now that is all very fine and dandy, me having achieved the higher class of our humanistic requirements. but i was visibly (strictly metaphorically speaking, of course) shaken when i lost one of the MIDDLE levels- the one labelled "Love/Belonging" when my main source that provided me with the love and belonging i needed left me stranded and alone. now, you may question why i didn't appreciate still having my family and other people in my life. there is a certain level of intimacy you share with your friends, your peers, that allows you to connect and bring out a side of you that you usually would not allow to be seen, and that is the side that truly makes you happy. so i was sorely missing that aspect of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the last 9 months (or more), i was left dazed and wandering alone in the big scary world, to pretty much fend for myself, to tend to my own emotional needs, to grapple with my own bipolar demons, without the love and support of people with whom i could relate and who could relate to me... and let me tell you, being alone in your head with exaggerated, baseless, hyperbolic fears and insecurities, without the reassuring comfort and the logical and emphatic dismissal of your thoughts by your friends who know you best, is a very nasty place to be. for me, that was limbo- empty, meaningless, endless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me just make it clear that i did not in any way strive to distance myself from society, or close myself off to new possibilities, or stop trying in any way. i made an effort to make new friends, i strove to find things in common with them, i kept an open mind to everything around me (because i had already learned the traits "lack of prejudice" and "acceptance of facts" seated in the highest level of the hierarchy). but nothing came close, or seemed to compare... was i setting my sights too high? were expectations and mindsets acting as barriers to me finding new friends? i didn't think so, but we definitely lacked the level of intimacy and depth i once had with my old friends. in a sense, they had ruined the world for me by being so amazing and then leaving me all alone. and i couldn't blame them for that, but that doesn't mean that i did not mourn the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i tried other avenues to distract myself, to substitute the satisfaction derived from a well-seasoned, mature friendship. i engrossed myself in outdoor activities, sought the unconditional love a child provides, took on numerous assignments, widened my social circle so as to meet so many more new people that i could forget about the old ones i loved, participated in any and all sorts of activities in an effort to drown out the sweetest of memories i had with bold new experiences. but each and every one fell short. my life has been one which society would deem very much full and should provide much satisfaction to the average layman. however, i do not derive any amount of pleasure whatsoever from rubbing shoulders with celebrities, having a large network of people i barely know or having a whole arsenal of activities in which i participated to list on my CV (the activities do provide oodles of fun, i do not deny that :D). i have simple needs which nestle quietly on the third level of the hierarchy. i merely yearn for the companionship of people with whom i could connect with, share with, explore life with. and in time learn more about them and they learn about me and we can bring out the best in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search as i might, nothing could fill the void. new friends are fine, but the history i had with old friends is indisputably irreplaceable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, my friends are back, for the briefest of spells, but back nonetheless. hopefully it would be sufficient to let me regain the joy i had when we were once together, to satisfy my third level need, and then maybe i can learn to appreciate life again. because looking back now, i think that i disregarded all the good things happening to me because i had lost a "satisfied need". and i was attempting to fulfill it, and it's absence was obscuring me from seeing the good in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hard candy, however sweet, is nothing without it's chewy center. i need my chewy center. it fills me, supports me internally, and is the element that adds the surprise, joy and sparkle to everything that i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is dedicated to those who are my chewy center. &lt;3 =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1072579132402944933?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1072579132402944933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1072579132402944933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1072579132402944933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1072579132402944933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/07/switching-back-to-me.html' title='Switching Back to Me'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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/&gt;it is simply amazing how just by hanging out for a measly 3 hours, with the people that you know and love, and who know you and love you, you can feel infinitely revitalised- as if every neuron, nerve and fibre of your being is being brought to life, as if every single part of you exists, and is recognised. it is orgasmically refreshing, to be part of a 5-way endless conversation, in which you telepathically know what they next person will say, can say or is going to say, or how you totally and completely get whatever slight innuendo implied right off the cuff, without hesitating even for a second as to consider to what they might be implying, because it is the very same thing you were thinking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long was i stuck in a rut, and i couldn't do anything about it. i tried climbing out, but to no avail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just by seeing fck and lucy for a few hours, i feel totally validated- it's as if somehow, magically, fantastically, their mere presence fills a void in our little group.... i did not realise how much i have missed these two sluts. especially since they do not appear on facebook or any online media whatsoever by which i can check up on them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love me, why do you play with my heart so? why do you rip it out, only to bring it back for a season, letting me taste the beauty of life, before taking it with you again as you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6786814146395754394?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6786814146395754394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6786814146395754394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=870-_Fa5bgo"&gt;{meh, i can't link the video. wth?!?! just click here, i guess....}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song strike a chord within me. especially right now. it's basically kinda what i've been doing all this while? i think so... anyway. it's an awesome song, by an awesome band- my personal favourite- Bon Jovi. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyday- Bon Jovi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the kind of guy&lt;br /&gt;Who'd never let you look inside&lt;br /&gt;I'd smile when I was crying&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing but a life to loose&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had a lot to prove&lt;br /&gt;In my life, there's no denying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to all my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, so long, I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I spread these wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;I ain't here to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change, everybody's feeling strange&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna be the same&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder how the world keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;Life, learning how to live my life&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to pick my fights&lt;br /&gt;Take my shots while I'm still burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to all those rainy nights&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, so long, I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I spread these wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;I ain't here to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;Hit the gas, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;I've just made myself a deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing gonna get in my way&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, so long, I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I spread these wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;I ain't here to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, oh I, oh I, I'm gonna live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;I (gonna touch the sky), oh I (spread these wings and fly), oh I&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5504193999985850725?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5504193999985850725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5504193999985850725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5504193999985850725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5504193999985850725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5079941741554690588</id><published>2011-06-26T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:21:23.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><title type='text'>A Short Insight Into Myself</title><content type='html'>Name: JOanna252&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 27th 2011f June 2011 02:11:13 AM&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 2/3/4/7/1/0/5/6/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has caused the situation, you just don't seem to be able to sustain or maintain relationships as you would wish to. What you really seek is to be able to develop a relationship with someone with whom you can truly share: Love, Serenity, Peace and Quiet. But you are a very demanding person and it is your nature that leads to disquiet and discord: you are like the tide, flotsam and jetsam... One minute you experience 'highs' and a few moments later 'lows'. This obviously will introduce discord into any relationship and with this demanding attitude - the ideal state you desire is unable to develop. Despite the urge to gratify your natural desires, you impose a considerable self-restraint on your instincts in the belief that this demonstrates your superiority and raises you above the common herd. You are extremely critical of everything that is presently going on around you and you find it difficult to listen to or to take advice from anyone. You enjoy the original, the ingenious and the subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be respected as an exceptional individual. This is the only way that you can hope to achieve the status that you wish to achieve. You set yourself very high standards - and come what may - you abide by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all this basically spells out "over-achieving anal bitch who'll never be satisfied" to me. i don't like that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5079941741554690588?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5079941741554690588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5079941741554690588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5079941741554690588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5079941741554690588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-insight-into-myself.html' title='A Short Insight Into Myself'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1720851224586232470</id><published>2011-06-20T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:24:23.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside My Head</title><content type='html'>is a terrible, horrible place to be. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1552265761305511381</id><published>2011-06-05T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T10:25:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Fold</title><content type='html'>Life.&lt;br /&gt;Life-&lt;br /&gt;Life is moving at a breakneck speed.&lt;br /&gt;Events and experiences, coming and going, like information transferred on internet servers.&lt;br /&gt;i have a life i live through me. &lt;br /&gt;i have a life i live through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multi. faceted. multiple. lives.&lt;br /&gt;round and round it goes. &lt;br /&gt;we are the clay on the potter's spinner.&lt;br /&gt;where the potter is time, and we are setting. &lt;br /&gt;and the spinning doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;round. and round. and round. and round.&lt;br /&gt;the wheel of life goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment a bowl, the next a vase and then a pot.&lt;br /&gt;a metamorphosis greater than any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the best form the clay must take,&lt;br /&gt;to let it's beauty show?&lt;br /&gt;would the best of it be brilliant and bright?&lt;br /&gt;or the worst of it be dull and dusty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it keep it's core nature?&lt;br /&gt;or be burnt into something better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain clays must be kept the way they are&lt;br /&gt;as they are desired for their natural qualities.&lt;br /&gt;yet other clays turn out beautiful&lt;br /&gt;after moulding and baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is still spinning on the wheel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once insignificant dirt from the earth,&lt;br /&gt;now valued for what it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from outcast, now brought into the fold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-125408205907704891</id><published>2011-05-03T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:29:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Good Friend Of Mine</title><content type='html'>hello good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;how have you been?&lt;br /&gt;what has life revealed to you,&lt;br /&gt;since that day we parted ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my road was lonely and strange without you,&lt;br /&gt;for along our journeys together,&lt;br /&gt;i had grown used to having you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;now, like the roads, our lives converge again,&lt;br /&gt;you are at once familiar and foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello good friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer the comrade you once knew.&lt;br /&gt;life has left her mark on me, and still it grows.&lt;br /&gt;as we reminisce and exchange words,&lt;br /&gt;there lingers an emptiness in the air.&lt;br /&gt;but yet, let us enjoy this fleeting moment as we pause on our journeys, for we know that soon we must part ways,&lt;br /&gt;as your path is not my path,&lt;br /&gt;as neither is mine, yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello good friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;as the dawn breaks, so must we.&lt;br /&gt;i cherish these last few moments we have together,&lt;br /&gt;before i once again embark on life's journey alone,&lt;br /&gt;i may meet weary travellers such as myself,&lt;br /&gt;but not one kindred spirit such as thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell good friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;till destiny calls us together again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-125408205907704891?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6481447865451790336</id><published>2011-04-25T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:24:55.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Will Hear My Side Of The Story</title><content type='html'>as i was telling eu chern, i'm changing. i've changed somewhat-- now i'm just waiting to see to what extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those of you who consider themselves good friends of mine and still read this blog, good for you then, you have received the memo. (this is the memo.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose, it's life, i guess. i mean, in high school i held on to the ideal that things between me and my closest friends wouldn't change. but reality proves me wrong over and over again. i'm tired of fighting the inevitable.... if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. so i just gotta sit back and learn to accept things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're getting out of touch with each other, but that can't be helped, seeing as we're leading separate lives... but since no one seems to be making the effort to keep in touch, there's nothing i can do about it. it's not like i didn't try either. but when my efforts keep falling through, i learn from my mistakes, you know, no point ramming into a brick wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a song i found that sums up my feelings pretty nicely. if anyone cares to read it through, it's quite nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;My Side Of The Story- Hodges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;I am shivering&lt;br /&gt;My body aches, as my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Why is life, making me hollow&lt;br /&gt;Why is happiness casting me in the shadows, in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, dont turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;And I cry these words, but nobody came&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone, running scared, losing my way in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get up, stand on a prayer, but I keep crashing down hard&lt;br /&gt;This is my side of the story&lt;br /&gt;Only my side of the story&lt;br /&gt;And nobody cares, nobody's there, no one will hear&lt;br /&gt;My side of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness its all around me, I try to catch my breath, barely surviving&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on and I've come undone there's nothing left in me&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, don't turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;And I cry these words, but nobody came&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone, running scared, losing my way in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get up, stand on a prayer, but I keep crashing down hard&lt;br /&gt;This is my side of the story&lt;br /&gt;Only my burden to bear&lt;br /&gt;And nobody cares, nobody's there, no one will hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fall down, hold on&lt;br /&gt;As I fall away&lt;br /&gt;I cry these words and nobody came&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone, running scared, losing my way in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get up, stand on a prayer, but I keep crashing down hard&lt;br /&gt;This is my side of the story&lt;br /&gt;Only my side of the story&lt;br /&gt;My side of the story&lt;br /&gt;Only my burden to bear&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, nobody's there, no one will hear&lt;br /&gt;My side of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't wait if no one is coming. i'll just walk along. maybe i'll find someone to walk with. either way, i won't stay. in life, we're all alone anyways. friends are supposed to be the ones who choose to walk with you. if no one does, you can't make them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to care. so much. about the people in my life. then reality grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me till i realised that no one else was caring that much. it didn't matter, if they were there, i would still care for them. now no one's left. so i just have to learn to care for new people, who come into my life. it'll never be the same though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't anyone get this? i feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when you realise you're not as important to anyone else. (i guess now i should learn to appreciate my parents more.... sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6481447865451790336?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6481447865451790336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6481447865451790336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6481447865451790336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6481447865451790336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-one-will-hear-my-side-of-story.html' title='No One Will Hear My Side Of The Story'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-694001910116074715</id><published>2011-04-24T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:29:02.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a terrible thing to close yourself off from oneself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-694001910116074715?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/694001910116074715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=694001910116074715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/694001910116074715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/694001910116074715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-terrible-thing-to-close-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-8154144321468705025</id><published>2011-04-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:38:29.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overthinking?</title><content type='html'>"woe is he who has fulfilled his dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this statement speaks volumes does it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he who has fulfilled his dreams has no more dreams to dream about, nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. he has seen the harsh reality that dreams do not live up to our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the magic of imagination, dreaming, hope and anticipation has left his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. maybe the maintaining of said achieved dreams is not worth it. (then again maybe the dream IS to maintain something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm just rambling. but i feel this statement is a metaphor for dreams and reality, imagination and reality, expectations and reality... a metaphor for losing the finish line you have been running towards because you have now passed it, and realising that the running towards the goal was what made you feel alive, so much more so than being at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i overthink things too much? is that a bad thing? then again i always can't help wondering how people can NOT think about these things- how they can be so contented in their ignorance, what is bliss if you know not what is anguish? are they so weak, so afraid, so cowardly as to shun anything that could hurt them, avoid the unpleasant side of life, and pretend, seeing only what they choose to see? is that what is means to CHOOSE happiness? to CHOOSE not to be unhappy? whatever happened to being happy because you have experienced despair? emerging triumphant after a tribulation? are we now just going to be satisfied by taking the shortcut- just ignoring the pain that we could be exposed to, and CHOOSE to be happy? that is the way is see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is reality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-8154144321468705025?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/8154144321468705025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=8154144321468705025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8154144321468705025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8154144321468705025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/04/overthinking.html' title='Overthinking?'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-8284223418027739190</id><published>2011-03-19T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T02:26:06.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Go Hatin' On Me</title><content type='html'>heh heh, i know you guys have seen the last post which pretty much sounds like i'm ditching old friends... if any one takes offense at that, please feel free to voice out your comments =P (even though that's not what i'm trying to say, i know it just sometimes comes out a bit harsher than expected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, a thought struck me yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my course is like bad sex which somehow leads up to orgasmic orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, of course all this is based on hearsay of what sex and orgasms are like. just in case any one gets the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i'm referring to the crap we have to endure throughout our semesters- the tests and assignments, and the euphoria experienced after each one.... so it's pretty much like we have multiple orgasms in a semester. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-8284223418027739190?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/8284223418027739190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=8284223418027739190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8284223418027739190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8284223418027739190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-go-hatin-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Go Hatin&apos; On Me'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-4700111215038254627</id><published>2011-03-15T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:37:05.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't So Bad</title><content type='html'>just dropped by cher's blog, and yingH's, and jingH's, because i was updating and they still have relatively active blogspots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i realised that i'm lucky to have found good friends in uni, and not have had to have gone overseas or live away from home just for uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, just today i had lunch with friends i hang out with not because we just had the same class and are going for the next class together, or i hang with just because they're in my course, or they're old friends i used to know and with whom i eat lunch with just for the company.... no. today i had lunch with people i hang with because we have tons in common, get each other's jokes, and although do not share identical backgrounds and lifestyles, somehow find listening to each other's random ramblings interesting and want to know more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, today, at lunch, we were laughing our heads off at an overly-sweet drink. before any of the sugar could have an effect on us. we dissed stuff we had mutual distaste for, and digressing, brought up random topics remotely related to the current topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not to say a lunch to remember, but it was a lunch i cherish. because these lunches nowadays are too few and far between. i mean, they only happen once every two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i may grumble that all my close friends are overseas and not with me, and be jealous that they get to go experience different cultures and lifestyles, so every so often i need a little reminder of how lucky i actually am. to be stuck here in this beautiful country. filled with its funny politics and lousy education system, which in the end doesn't really make a big difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the nature and the lifestyle of the people here. and if the good people would stop running off to "greener pastures" maybe we could actually make a change for the better together here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia is a geographically wonderful place to live, did i mention that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, not to say that i have replaced anyone, but just that i have found new friends who will make life without old friends more tolerable... fun, even.  i shouldn't feel guilty about this- so i shan't. after all, it was everybody's choice to pursue their own dream. and i think that i have to let go somewhat, to make room for new things. my resolution: stop making such a huge effort to keep in touch with old friends, and stop beating myself up if i don't have the time to- it's not healthy. if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. i mean, cher has a point, we can't just keep going back to yesteryears to remain close. what brought us close together was our shared experiences. and now if we don't have that, we have to find new people to share our lives with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my coursemates are a blast too. hehheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-4700111215038254627?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/4700111215038254627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=4700111215038254627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4700111215038254627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4700111215038254627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-aint-so-bad.html' title='It Ain&apos;t So Bad'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1802466899871824825</id><published>2011-03-15T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:05:45.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really? Honestly?</title><content type='html'>ah crap. i just pretty much got rejected for the first place i applied to for industrial placement. except that the nice man on the phone didn't put it in those exact words- something more along the lines of "we haven't sent you the letter of declination or something or other yet, that means we haven't rejected you. but we have filled our quota, please do keep in touch for any possible openings..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. i see they place a lot of emphasis on their PR over there, to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, now i have to go work on getting a placement somewhere else, or else i'll be free for the rest of the year, i think, if the university allows us to take long semesters off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really worth it to undergo this kind of stress and worry over MORE stress and worry? honestly? my answer would be no. i'm only doing it because everybody else is doing it. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1802466899871824825?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1802466899871824825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1802466899871824825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1802466899871824825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1802466899871824825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/03/really-honestly.html' title='Really? Honestly?'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-3188527132061197484</id><published>2011-03-06T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:20:53.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Insecurity</title><content type='html'>phew, check out the long previous post. initially i intended to blog this post, but it had to come out somewhere, i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i hate it when i'm sick and all my worst insecurities surfaced and kinda consume me. especially when the pain becomes somewhat unbearable. jumping always seems like such a merciful and quick option. if my body wasn't already exhausted and dizziness preventing me from making it all the way there it would become very much more real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, all my past regrets or embarrassments or anything i don't feel particularly content with about myself are all i can think about. and then i go and start making up bad stuff to think about myself. i realise the absurdity of it throughout the entire process, but i still can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just very disturbing to be sick AND depressed at the same time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sometimes you lose track of what's real or happening, and you just come up with stories. and i lose the sense of myself. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think i'm being conditioned to fit into society more and more. not a good thing- society is fake and ugly. what with all it's airs and civilities and pretenses. i don't care if you ask me "how do you do" if you don't mean it. i'd rather someone told me they hated my shirt or something as long as they meant it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the business world is fake. what with selling image and making money and whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think i'll try this whole "changing" fad. it sounds to me like it could be fun. nah, don't worry, if i ever grow old and outgrow that phase i'll change back and be a wise old woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-3188527132061197484?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/3188527132061197484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=3188527132061197484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3188527132061197484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3188527132061197484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/03/change-insecurity.html' title='Change Insecurity'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-8960844508066048980</id><published>2011-02-24T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:12:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Grow Up When I Want To</title><content type='html'>so no emo posts this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if anyone remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know of three though, who have already wished me, early. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not really caring this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i'd feel like this. (when i was planning last year's one. that's why the picnic was such a big thing for me. but no one got that. =\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if i'm going to get to celebrate or not this year.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll celebrate when it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow up when i want to, not before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-8960844508066048980?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/8960844508066048980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=8960844508066048980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8960844508066048980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8960844508066048980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-grow-up-when-i-want-to.html' title='I&apos;ll Grow Up When I Want To'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5029416675113139409</id><published>2011-02-20T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:43:38.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Onto The Next Dream</title><content type='html'>well, kudos to me for fulfilling one of my dreams. i have now officially been an instructor at the camp that has played such a big part of my life- this has shown me that yes, dreams CAN come true! i've had that dream since i was... 13? and it happened only 6 years later... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now onto my next dream/ goall/ ambition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how we always see people on TV or even tourists going around backpacking and stuff? if i told you that's what i wanted to do, you might think that i'm just being influenced by the western culture or what i see on TV. i've had my doubts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just recently i've decided that touring just won't cut it for me. our world is filled with different cultures. therein lies its beauty. the diversity that has branched out from a single species is so vast that it's hard to wrap one's mind around it. like the incas who lived up in the mountains in peru (or so i think, lazy to google), the nomadic tribes of china, to the colourful traditions of the Spaniards, the intricate choreography of French meals, the fast lives of the rich and famous in vegas - all these differ so much from each other. it's like- amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to just be able to be among them for the atmosphere. of course i'm not saying that's what i want to do- the nomadic tribes probably wouldn't welcome a stranger in their midst, the incas are practically if not already extinct (only some of their culture remains) and i can't afford Vegas- these are merely some of the things that spark my interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more specifically i'd like to visit the mediterranean countries, where there's gorgeous weather and food and hospitality, and all of europe, and delve into their sub-cultures, and the other parts of europe less heard of, like ukraine, poland and all that, america of course, Japan, China, Korea(?) but all this not before conquering our own little corner of the world- South East Asia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be wondering how i plan to support myself through all this? hopefully there are kind souls out there who would spare a few baht/ yen/ pesos/ renminbi/ dollars/ euro/ pounds in exchange for odd jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course this would mean for-going the chance to work and earn money. but is that really my dream- or the dream society has conditioned me to have? so many people walk around living out society's dreams- never realising their own. marriage and family and relationships are society telling us what to do. it also stems from our instinct to reproduce and leave a legacy behind in our children. i'm not saying that i don't want to, but not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my dream- travelling and learning about other cultures by immersing myself in them is and always has been a dream of mine that i had never realised. it had always stopped short at just "travelling". then i had to consider my reasons for wanting to do so- why spend money on something so fleeting? just for a few photos? seeing the sights? i want to know the people behind the sights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not something that the media has influenced me to want. for a long time now i've been fascinated by what drives people to do what they do. different cultures have different norms dictating how they conduct themselves. nothing is ever what it seems to be. i'd wanted to start another blog with hard-hitting commentary of my observations on life, but it has been 3-years delayed now. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm putting this out in the open. i'm afraid of jinxing it, but really, the only thing stopping me is myself. i shall wait to finish this degree, maybe work to earn the capital, hopefully that won't sidetrack me, and then set off on adventure. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINGERS-CROSSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5029416675113139409?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5029416675113139409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5029416675113139409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5029416675113139409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5029416675113139409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/02/now-onto-next-dream.html' title='Now Onto The Next Dream'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6939359841354010838</id><published>2011-01-16T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:03:16.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably Yeah</title><content type='html'>Oooh ooh! i think i know what one of my issues are-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i notice that so many peopla are changing, and i'm feeling left behind, even though i am changing as well. perhaps noticing other people changing is accelerating my process as well. (but change is due, i've been stuck in a rut for awhile now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i feel that its not so much that other people are changing, it's that they're revealing/ i'm discovering parts of them that i once didn't know about. ah, you learn something new everyday, don't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sometimes i feel so discontented that other people are so much more interesting, while i feel so dull sitting here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6939359841354010838?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6939359841354010838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6939359841354010838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6939359841354010838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6939359841354010838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/01/probably-yeah.html' title='Probably Yeah'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2034605921407820737</id><published>2011-01-16T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:38:52.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is A Time For Redefining Friendships</title><content type='html'>"Opportunities flit by while we sit regretting the chances we have lost, and the happiness that comes to us we heed not, because of the happiness that is gone."&lt;br /&gt;- Jerome K. Jerome (1859-1927)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down if you think this title is in any way implying that i want to dump old friends for newer and better models, or change social circles in general...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that at this point of time, we should take a step back to reflect and examine what the people in our lives mean to us. i mean, i realise that most people would not appreciate this exercise, nor would they execute it, some would even condemn such a thing and deem it useless and unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just come to a point in life where those who i hold near and dear to me are far away, each living their own lives. so what exactly holds us together now? our past? our trust we have developed in each other? i suppose that those are valid enough reasons to maintain a friendship, but it fades in comparison when i reminisce of times gone by, when we made friends and kept friends and grew as friends based on common interests and similar personalities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have this theory that people do not change, not really, not deep down inside. that there is a raw unpolished part in people that is revealed to the world during childhood. and as they grow, they develop personalities which hide and suppress it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to say that i still support my theory, and were i to be in a more logical and objective mindset i probably would stand by my theory. but as such, the circumstances serve to deem me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i observe that as time goes by, people change- i changed. in subtle ways, unconsciously. the most superficial of which would be adapting to a better lifestyle, getting a wider social circle or even developing new tastes for food once best avoided. but on a deeper level, i have noticed changes too- i feel more inclined to express myself through the medium of fashion, and much less verbally. i have become less open to different experiences when there was once a time where i would have jumped at any opportunity no matter how foreign it was to me. i now evaluate and examine every  move i make and compare it to similar situations i have encountered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that these changes are inevitable as one grows and experiences new things. most even consider it to be a good thing. but it scares me, because i now do not know who i have become. i was once very much aware of who i was, and didn't very much care. it is a fine thing to be comfortable enough in just being you, something which i notice some people prevent themselves from experiencing. and i used to judge people, but i realise now that my judging is more of an instinct, and i judge people as i would a movie or a literary piece. it holds no prejudice against the person in question, although sometimes my judgement will be the default opinion of that person, until they prove me wrong, which i always look forward to very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was saying, we now have grown and changed in our own ways. personally, it has been four years since i have been in school together with my comrades. and it was nay easy a time for us when we left each other's company, as each had to grapple with finding themselves again. i find it surprising that most others do not have the same issues. i assume that they are very comfortable in any situation, or that ignorance is bliss. the latter of which has been proven to be true time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where do we go from here? the people we made friends with four years ago made friends with the person we were four years ago. are we still friends for the same reason? what still keeps us together? diverging interests, lifestyles and experiences now serve as walls between us. or should we revert back to our high school selves every time we are around them? would that not be perverted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do suppose that there is a beauty in helping each other grow as we grow as well, albeit in our own very distinctive ways. but that is my point exactly- can we be friends just for fun, as well as for personal development? hell, can we be friends just for fun, period? personal development follows naturally anywhere, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the fun times. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2034605921407820737?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/2034605921407820737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=2034605921407820737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2034605921407820737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2034605921407820737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-time-for-redefining-friendships.html' title='It Is A Time For Redefining Friendships'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-116037018803258815</id><published>2011-01-14T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:31:00.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was hoping you would call me just so i could hear your voice</title><content type='html'>i wasn’t even hoping- because you’re on a different continent! but you DID. you called, just to say hi? none of my FRIENDS call me even when they’re in town, let alone when they’re on a different continent! i never thought that you’d call, never expected it, YOU, of all people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made a wild dream come true. but it probably doesn’t hold the same value for you. it’s probably a couple of minits more being charged into your phone bill, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, that ranks really high in my books. and that’s good enough for me. hehe. you seem to be hitting home runs all over the place now, aren’t you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-116037018803258815?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/116037018803258815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=116037018803258815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/116037018803258815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/116037018803258815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-hoping-you-would-call-me-just-so.html' title='I was hoping you would call me just so i could hear your voice'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-168017042882215758</id><published>2010-12-14T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T06:15:46.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPYHC 2010</title><content type='html'>OBYHCamp!!!! ZOMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm going to the camp i used to participate in in my teenage years, but this time as an INSTRUCTOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically it has been a childhood dream of mine to go back as an instructor, so you can guess how insanely mega huge this is- fulfilling a childhood dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you, but i like to dream small and live big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even the smallest dreams take the longest time to achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying to become an instructor for the past THREE years. because that's how long i've been eligible already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP TOMORO MORNING&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH I CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-168017042882215758?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/168017042882215758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=168017042882215758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/168017042882215758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/168017042882215758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/12/opyhc-2010.html' title='OPYHC 2010'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-4438660664114666994</id><published>2010-11-23T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:16:36.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh, baby it's you</title><content type='html'>you know what i find so amusingly interesting? it's that people still come to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to know who you are. so that i can tell you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. because i have pretty much given up on this blog. yet you have not. and that means something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been pretty boring lately. working through some loneliness issues. i miss my friends, and i'm stopping myself from making new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are unnecessary guy issues in my life too. but i'll get over them. it's not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave your name! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-4438660664114666994?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/4438660664114666994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=4438660664114666994' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4438660664114666994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4438660664114666994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/11/ooooh-baby-its-you.html' title='Ooooh, baby it&apos;s you'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1296942166829817621</id><published>2010-09-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:29:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Want An Ending- Sam Tsui (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>the video's only been out for a little over 24 hours now, and here's my attempt at the lyrics. hope they're right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(produceed by Kurt Schneider)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall out,&lt;br /&gt;but we're all out of time.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;in one day, no way you'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is running on empty,&lt;br /&gt;one more day and then we go.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah the time goes on now, &lt;br /&gt;don't ask me how, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;you'll be home tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;bout a thousand miles too far away.&lt;br /&gt;say you won't forget and i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least tonight,&lt;br /&gt;it's just you and me and honestly&lt;br /&gt;that's everything i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fall out, but we're all out of time.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;in one day, no way you'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;tonight's a countdown, till the day we're not around.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;and you've gone, and we're on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want an ending, (is this over) no...&lt;br /&gt;don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days turn to hours, &lt;br /&gt;and it's just a moment before they go.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared to say goodbye 'cos what's after that, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;and as the years slip past us,&lt;br /&gt;if we lose track or lose the fight, &lt;br /&gt;i will search forever to find a way back to tonight, &lt;br /&gt;where it's just you and me and honestly&lt;br /&gt;that's everything i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fall out, but we're all out of time.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;in one day, no way you'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;tonight's a countdown, till the day we're not around.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;and you've gone, and we're on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want an ending. (is this over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we say see you later, &lt;br /&gt;but i know there's no way we're around here again.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;and every until next time, feels like one bad punchline,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fall out, but we're all out of time.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;one day, no way you'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight's a countdown, till the day we're not around.&lt;br /&gt;(is this over) don't want an ending.&lt;br /&gt;and you've gone, (you're gone) and we're on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want an ending. (is this over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... &lt;br /&gt;i don't want an ending... &lt;br /&gt;all out of time.. &lt;br /&gt;don't want an ending (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1296942166829817621?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1296942166829817621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1296942166829817621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1296942166829817621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1296942166829817621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-want-ending-sam-tsui-lyrics.html' title='Don&apos;t Want An Ending- Sam Tsui (Lyrics)'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1986700609836853654</id><published>2010-05-15T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:02:35.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One-Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Awesome one liners i stumbled upon ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;these made me laugh. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't have an attitude; I have a personality you can't handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;We are all time travelers moving at the speed of exactly 60 minutes per hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;Progress is made by lazy men looking for an easier way to do things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;By the time you learn the rules of life, you're too old to play the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;Hard work never killed anyone, but why take the chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;They keep saying the right person will come along, I think mine got hit by a truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;The probability of someone watching you is proportional to the stupidity of your action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and I think, "Well, that's not going to happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The best way to lie is to tell the truth, carefully edited truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vegetarian: Native American definition for "lousy hunter".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Do you realize that in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;People tend to make rules for others and exceptions for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;When you choke a smurf, what color does it turn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;No one is listening until you fart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Alcohol is a perfect solvent: It dissolves marriages, families and careers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A celebrity is someone who works hard all his life to become known and then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Why don't you slip into something more comfortable...like a coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Alcohol doesn't solve any problems...but then again, neither does milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A friend is someone who will help you move. A GOOD friend is someone who will help you move a dead body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Everything is edible, some things are only edible once. (LMAO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to say and then don't say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm a humble person, really. I'm actually much greater than I think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Archeologist: someone whose carreer lies in ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The trouble with doing something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older. Then it dawned on me... they were cramming for their finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Efficiency is a highly developed form of laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;If I'd shot you sooner, I'd be out of jail by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Without ME, it's just AWESO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wanna hang a map of the world in my house. Then I'm gonna put pins into all the locations that I've traveled to. But first, I'm gonna have to travel to the top two corners of the map so it won't fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think, therefore I'm single. (&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The winner of the rat race is still a rat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Trust but verify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1986700609836853654?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1986700609836853654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1986700609836853654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1986700609836853654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1986700609836853654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-liners.html' title='One-Liners'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6734395860435257566</id><published>2010-05-10T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:47:12.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP!</title><content type='html'>over the past week i have been having an allergic reaction to i dunno what crap i accidentally ate. BOO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow, that got me sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like headache, tummy ache, back ache and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the worst part is the not-knowing-whats-wrong-with-you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have impulses to jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only great amounts of logic, reasoning, will and self-control have kept me sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was sick i almost jumped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went to sleep to escape those thoughts and their power over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6734395860435257566?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6734395860435257566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6734395860435257566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6734395860435257566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6734395860435257566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/05/jump.html' title='JUMP!'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7899624803029738920</id><published>2010-05-10T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:43:53.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTN SALHS</title><content type='html'>i shouldn't be blogging right now, because i still have like 90% of my materials to go through before my exam tomoro....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't even know why i got this sudden impulse to blog.... about plans for after the exams... =.= i'm usually a more live-for-the-moment type of girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways,  SALHS, after our exams here's our to-do list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. IKEA for fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. TRAIN RIDE to ipoh? hat yai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. MID VALLEY. just cos its OUR MALL ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. KLCC BRIDGE!!! omg, we can go, because it will totally be a non-holiday, and no one will fight with us!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. TOY STORY 3, DIARY OF A WIMPY KID. you owe me toy stories 1 &amp;amp; 2 in 3D =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7899624803029738920?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7899624803029738920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7899624803029738920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7899624803029738920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7899624803029738920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/05/attn-salhs.html' title='ATTN SALHS'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6689007256047633107</id><published>2010-04-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:52:08.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not That Nothing's Been Happening</title><content type='html'>it's just that nothing MAJOR has been happening...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today is the last day of classes for this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... as i posted on FB, "the last day of the semester brings bittersweetness, as well as a cocktail of fear and panic".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far my coursework marks have been better than expected. though not up to my usual expectations, i guess =\. such is always the case is it not? sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dare not attribute my improved performance this semester to the fact that my social gallivanting has been reduced to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;bare minimum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however i DID manage to visit sabah on a certain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;debate excursion&lt;/span&gt;! XD THAT was an unforgettable experience to say the least. and the friendships formed were interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finally began to experience more of what i thought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;year one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be like. with random outings with coursemates and whatnot. as opposed to the socially-starved uni life i have been experiencing over my past two semesters.... yes it took THIS long for us to get properly comfortable with each other, so much so that we are close enough to drag each other along on random whims and fancies without feeling guilty or awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what i feel defines the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;university experience&lt;/span&gt;. meeting people who share similar interests, and who are able to somewhat connect with you better than the average person would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am getting surer and surer of the suitability of my course for me, which is saying something as i'd never even heard of the profession prior to registration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... i helped out a couple of times at parties... but opportunity to do it again hasn't really risen. besides, i feel that part-timing as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;babysitter&lt;/span&gt; is much better, and i much prefer it... and it is really paying off. i love the kids, and its safe to say that the kids adore me too. there really is nothing as satisfying as that. now, i can die contented that i have achieved something in life. yes, i do not have high expectations. mine really are pure and simple and most satisfactory to achieve. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently on FB posts have been circulating concerning a certain race's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that they are so much better than other races. it is utterly disgraceful. and i can hardly be proud to say that i am part of such a country. however, if it weren't for the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; food&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;weather,&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;geographical features&lt;/span&gt; and the culture here, i would be gone in two shakes of a lamb's tail. personally, based on what i see on TV, asia really has the best variety of food. and a lot of it is available here. heh heh heh. and the beaches and mountains here are better for the sole reason that they are warm all year long. WOOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow i'm going to try to meet up with jyll. hopefully i can get to tropicana city mall early to catch a few movies... hehe. loving the new cinema there. SO much better than the ones in MV and One U... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6689007256047633107?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6689007256047633107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6689007256047633107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6689007256047633107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6689007256047633107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-that-nothings-been-happening.html' title='Not That Nothing&apos;s Been Happening'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6069753682256238847</id><published>2010-03-06T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:36:59.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sleep, No Sleep</title><content type='html'>been busy as usual. haven't even got enough time to sleep!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, so far i've been up to my waist with assignments and tests. no surprises there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joined debate... in malay o.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got number 2 out of four teams whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to sabah for another one, national level punya, it sounds promising. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but gonna have to skip classes oh pooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part-timing as a helper for a neighbour who organises parties for kids woot. money. kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap thats it so far. uni is getting interesting. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GG is coming back yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6069753682256238847?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6069753682256238847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6069753682256238847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6069753682256238847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6069753682256238847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-sleep-no-sleep.html' title='No Sleep, No Sleep'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1620718569453984982</id><published>2010-02-24T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:12:40.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're HOW Old?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;due to popular demand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'M TURNING TWENTY AT MIDNIGHT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;frap bang bang. that lollipops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;omg. at least i got a year to come to terms with the fact that i'm totally losing my childhood, i mean teenagehood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i still haven't accepted that i'm 19. go figure. i FEEL 18... as in like we just got out of high school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and since i acted and felt like i was 17 when i was 18... i guess that i feel like i'm still 17, get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sigh... my tea-party post pretty much sums up what i feel about leaving teenagehood....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;rebelling. being emo. stone-ing. wasting my life. complaining. complaining about sitting for SPM. high school. friends. random outings. last-minute trips. sleepovers. cam-whoring. break-ups and make-ups. fashion and trends. style evolution. no more METAMORPHOSIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;cos when you're old you're supposed to be stable bla bla know who you are bla bla discovered yourself bla blah BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you're supposed to "shoulder responsibility", and "take initiative"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Didn't make sense not to live for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sigh... and i don't know what i want to do with my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;should i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm just gonna let it pass me by peacefully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DEEP DEEP down, i'm DAMN sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but i have assignments on my mind. so i can't really entertain such feelings right now :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;damn distracting assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1620718569453984982?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1620718569453984982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1620718569453984982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1620718569453984982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1620718569453984982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-how-old.html' title='You&apos;re HOW Old?!?!'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1444000352816753876</id><published>2010-01-31T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:49:14.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged since the year began ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was feeling kinda emo that time has flown so fast... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't believe that its 2010 already... i'm still getting used to the fact that its (was) 2009... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i still instinctively say that i'm 19.... well, it comes to mind as the age that i'm SUPPOSED to say... when in fact i still feel like i'm 17 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uni's getting better... found some awesome people to just chill with, and we totally connect... reminds me of certain people with whom i spent my high school life with ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got things to fight for, or try to fight for... re-dabbling in debate ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got a couple of part-time jobs  :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jobs that i enjoy/almost love doing... and they pay well, and they're part-time.. so it totally works for me... and i can make them move around MY schedule... the best part.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap... so that's what's up in my life so far.. oh, staying at home and commuting to uni daily now... until a good offer for a room near campus crops up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY break coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just week 3 and already we have 4 assignments due... here we go again :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1444000352816753876?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1444000352816753876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1444000352816753876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1444000352816753876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1444000352816753876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5405891032880156256</id><published>2010-01-30T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:47:00.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haagen Dazs Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let the pictures do the talking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Td8YkAJ1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/WTeYeU-g3Eo/s1600-h/P8310405.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta-7fG35I/AAAAAAAAAa4/SJom_xla9sA/s1600-h/Image0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta-7fG35I/AAAAAAAAAa4/SJom_xla9sA/s400/Image0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432707825170571154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta-u0e2xI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FGW0WCb1s_4/s1600-h/Image0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta-u0e2xI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FGW0WCb1s_4/s400/Image0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432707821770562322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta-GwTiVI/AAAAAAAAAao/J0V3uSYzQxA/s1600-h/Image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta-GwTiVI/AAAAAAAAAao/J0V3uSYzQxA/s400/Image0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432707811015625042" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not bad for a VGA camera, eh?) ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reminiscent of a prior ice-cream outing too... :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta9bfVZ0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/eBnuSYmlpY8/s400/P8310406.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432707799401719618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta9zhBUXI/AAAAAAAAAag/LgoyAerqEGs/s1600-h/PC311121.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Td8YkAJ1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/WTeYeU-g3Eo/s400/P8310405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432711079971006290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a random shot i've been meaning to put up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(what a stupid sign =.=)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta9zhBUXI/AAAAAAAAAag/LgoyAerqEGs/s1600-h/PC311121.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta9zhBUXI/AAAAAAAAAag/LgoyAerqEGs/s1600-h/PC311121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta9zhBUXI/AAAAAAAAAag/LgoyAerqEGs/s400/PC311121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432707805851242866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9162228414535452278-5405891032880156256?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5405891032880156256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5405891032880156256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5405891032880156256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5405891032880156256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/01/haagen-dazs-outing.html' title='Haagen Dazs Outing'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S2Ta-7fG35I/AAAAAAAAAa4/SJom_xla9sA/s72-c/Image0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1978912838771616487</id><published>2010-01-24T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:59:20.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Childhood Dreams And Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_5j7m2GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/g6nbEt4v7Cc/s1600-h/gardenblog1-732493.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_5j7m2GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/g6nbEt4v7Cc/s400/gardenblog1-732493.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430285508832319586" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i'm turning old on certain day in a certain month not too far away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tis to be a SAD day =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but in lieu of said SAD day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have decided to embrace the OCCASION (NOT the FACT, mind you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and celebrate it with a ceremony,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;symbolic of the fact that certain fantasies can turn into reality, but they would not be as imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that games turn into real-life endeavours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that if i have to face the fact, i might as well make the most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that if i have to give up those games and fantasies, i might as well live them before i lose sight of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_5SsdOJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BPLiHux5aqI/s400/tea_party-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430285504205371538" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hence, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as i turn old, i would like to celebrate it with a Garden Tea Party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something that represents a young child's desire to appear grown up, to be more mature than they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that, at one point, was me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my dreams were horribly crushed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being grown up sucks lollipops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i may be holding on to that dream, hoping that it will come true, hoping that being a grown up is as fun as when i thought it was as a kid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i'll turn into the grown up that kid wanted to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all i know is that i want my friends to be there with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;playing pretend, and at the same time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;viciously, cruelly. being in a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_5FkVFeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mH2ubGNRexk/s1600-h/tea-party-group-shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_5FkVFeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mH2ubGNRexk/s400/tea-party-group-shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430285500681623010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so maybe it will be classy, maybe it will be posh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_46Ge0QI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ELTrQtJmRz8/s400/Tea-Party-In-A-Garden-On-The-French-Riviera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430285497603641602" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe innocent, reminiscent of a much, much simpler time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_4ScvvuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ojNtiLsC8Xc/s400/gardent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430285486959607522" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just want that dream back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(if you hadn't yet figured it out. this is an invitation to my birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KLCC park, theme as in the pictures ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wear a NICE HAT, and DRESSY DAY attire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a saturday in february.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will keep you informed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAVE THE DATE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1978912838771616487?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1978912838771616487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1978912838771616487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1978912838771616487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1978912838771616487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-childhood-dreams-and-growing-up.html' title='Of Childhood Dreams And Growing Up'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/S1w_5j7m2GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/g6nbEt4v7Cc/s72-c/gardenblog1-732493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5650093760791696584</id><published>2009-12-26T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:29:52.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><title type='text'>Revealing Me In The Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took this test again, and DAMN ITS ACCURATE. this is TOTALLY how i'm feeling right now!!! advice???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(highlighting relevant points would be unnecessary as they are all relevant. btw i'm compensating by shopping :/ )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Name: JOanna&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/26/2009&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 57261043&lt;div align="right" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr align="left" style="border-top-style: dotted; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-top-color: rgb(136, 136, 136); border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 760px; height: 2px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;You are feeling really miserable at this time and you'd like to form a relationship with someone with whom you could really communicate. At the same time, whoever it may be, that special 'someone' must not conflict with your own belief system or ideals. This makes for tough going - but it would seem that the situation is only transitory. It will soon pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;You are working extremely hard - perhaps even above and beyond the call of duty. You are preparing for the future and therefore trying to build a firm trouble-free foundation upon which you may base all of your dreams and aspirations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;You are very demanding - and insisting on total involvement but you do not reciprocate with the same depth of feeling. However, it could well be that maybe an unprecedented surprise is awaiting you in the near future. For just as one whilst paddling in the sea, could flounder into a whirlpool, so you may be drawn into a loving situation that has high emotional demands - and you could well respond with a depth of emotion that you never even dreamed that you possessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;Having experienced considerable disappointment of late and not knowing quite what to do about it this has led you to suffer a great deal of agitation and anxiety. You are trying very hard to make favourable impressions all round. You feel that you have a right to do anything that you wish without being condemned for your beliefs. Everything seems to be going against you and you feel helpless to change the situation. The possibility of failure is most upsetting and this situation is leading to untold stress. You honestly believe that the situation is not of your making - it is not your fault - you have been misled and abused by those that you trusted, but you are trying to look at the situation quite dispassionately. Would you perhaps not agree that this situation could be regarded as unrealistic self justification?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;You are worn out - suffering from what has been described as 'burnout' and nothing seems to stimulate you to break away from this state of lethargy. This situation is causing an acute distress situation and not being able immediately to resolve the problems is exposing you to excess stress and tension. You are endeavouring to break away from this situation by withdrawing into a state of 'Never Never Land' - an illusory substitute world in which things could be as you would like them to be. Now is the time to take time-out - to relax. A short break is all that you need and you will find that matters will resolve themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; 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mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dark Floors – 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They Wait – 8&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bride Wars – 6&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Inkheart – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Valkyrie – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button – 8&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Slumdag Millionaire – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me – 6.5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic – 6.5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He’s Just Not That Into You – 4.5 (point 5 cos Jennifer Aniston was in it)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday The Thirteenth – 3.5 (point 5 for good looking cast)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Fast &amp;amp; The Furious 4 – 4 (point 5 for the cars)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Knowing – negative 5 (waste of money, never should have been made)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek – 9 (twice)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Paul Blart: Mall Cop – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;16.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons – 7.5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I Love You, Man – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;19.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Monster vs. Aliens – 6.5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;20.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17 Again – 7.5 (point 5 for Matthew Perry &lt;3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;21.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen – 9 (point 5 for Megan Fox)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;22.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Public Enemies – 9.5 (point 5 for Johnny Depp &lt;3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;23.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – 7 (point 5 cos i like the books)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;24.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra – 8.5 (twice)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;25.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Proposal – 5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;26.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Orphan – 8.5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;27.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I Love You Beth Cooper – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;28.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Ugly Truth – 7 (point 5 cos Katherine Hiegl was in it)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;29.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Up – 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;30.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Time Traveller’s Wife – 6.5 (point 5 cos Rachel McAdams was pretty)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;31.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jennifer’s Body – 7.5 (point 5 for Megan Fox)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;32.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This Is It – 9 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;33.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;New Moon – 5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;34.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2012 – 8&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;35.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mulan – 8.5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;36.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Avatar – 9.5 (twice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;yeah... a lot of movies ;) ratings are upon 10... some i watched alone, some with company...  i hope i beat a certain someone's record :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5700230190156998938?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5700230190156998938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5700230190156998938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5700230190156998938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5700230190156998938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-4270708490014071257</id><published>2009-12-26T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:11:42.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Analysis Of: Avatar</title><content type='html'>did anyone consider the fact that avatar is politically incorrect?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, it's basically a story about white guys (the humans) trying to be black (the aliens, who are played by African-american actors, in addition to the fact that the aliens share facial bone structure to African tribal people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what are you trying to say, James Cameron? now that The Oppression is over and America has an African-american for a president, you think that being black is better than white? 'tis a far cry from MJ's opinion....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides that, Avatar has the same plot as Pocahontas. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still LOVE LOVE LOVE the setting and effects tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-4270708490014071257?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/4270708490014071257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=4270708490014071257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4270708490014071257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4270708490014071257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/analysis-of-avatar.html' title='The Analysis Of: Avatar'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5866494342786121211</id><published>2009-12-21T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:38:26.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sy-H1S89VGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6Wj_7GYdMd4/s1600-h/lifestyle_designer_kitchen_1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sy-H1S89VGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6Wj_7GYdMd4/s400/lifestyle_designer_kitchen_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417698226440328290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God, i get it now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't be properly independent until i move out and get my own place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i won't get my own place until i can afford it on my own, and not have the constant awareness that i owe my parents the monthly rent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like i feel as though either i do something my way the whole way, or not at all... it's like i won't settle for something lower than my expectations, in situations where i have control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't grow up in a place where i was a kid. and i can't keep playing house in a house that is not mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to jump, but i can't fly... not yet anyway, not properly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sy-H0_GoecI/AAAAAAAAAZg/iGAMik_IQoc/s400/wiley-playtime-is-over-front.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417698221112195522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stuck.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5866494342786121211?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5866494342786121211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5866494342786121211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5866494342786121211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5866494342786121211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sy-H1S89VGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6Wj_7GYdMd4/s72-c/lifestyle_designer_kitchen_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-9105712801104993009</id><published>2009-12-20T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:31:48.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room For Rent, Genting Klang, Setapak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Notice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Room for rent/ Room to let/ room available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Block 9, Level 3, Unit 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Genting Court Condominium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jalan Genting Klang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Setapak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;near wangsa maju.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;medium room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;can fit 2 persons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3 house mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RM 220/month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;utility bills shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;move in date: anytime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;facilities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cooking stove, refrigerator, good wifi connection, non-furnished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;food shops, stationery shops, grocery shops nearby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;bus stop just outside main entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;many buses available to UTAR and KTAR and Wangsa Maju LRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;male or female house mates welcomed- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preferred Chinese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;students preferred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contact: JOanne- 017 6527 835&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-9105712801104993009?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/9105712801104993009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=9105712801104993009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/9105712801104993009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/9105712801104993009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/room-for-rent.html' title='Room For Rent, Genting Klang, Setapak'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6578532537618831444</id><published>2009-12-17T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:35:19.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>AVATAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyprVaQGqLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NncLOhVHyFA/s1600-h/avatar-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyprVaQGqLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NncLOhVHyFA/s400/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416259517434734770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;BEST-MOVIE-EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;GI Joe is nothing compared to this.... nor Transformers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;EVERYTHING WAS GLORIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;the graphics, the effects, the PLOT, the STORYLINE, the SETTING....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6578532537618831444?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6578532537618831444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6578532537618831444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6578532537618831444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6578532537618831444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='AVATAR'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyprVaQGqLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NncLOhVHyFA/s72-c/avatar-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7171503024780775747</id><published>2009-12-15T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:52:54.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Comic Sans MS', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"The male fox will mate for life, and if the female dies, he remains single for the rest of his life. However, if the male dies, the female will hook up with a new mate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah, to be a fox...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From "According To Jim"... (Jim talking to Cheryl, Cheryl's Jim's wife)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jim dressed as Santa:" You know, I named one of my reindeer after you... Er... Foxy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheryl:" You mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vixen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jim:" Yeah, yeah...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 142px; left: 0px; width: 190px; "&gt;&lt;ins style="display: inline-table; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; height: 60px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 234px; "&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7171503024780775747?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7171503024780775747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7171503024780775747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7171503024780775747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7171503024780775747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/foxy.html' title='Foxy'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7595956318650867011</id><published>2009-12-11T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:07:22.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check out this pic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look familiar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyKSb1ctO-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BVlAoByeFZY/s400/livefun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414050708954364898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us in 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyKSba2bwNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Bq-TN8EvBvA/s400/Joanna%27s+648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414050701814513874" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us in 2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somethings just don't change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7595956318650867011?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7595956318650867011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7595956318650867011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7595956318650867011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7595956318650867011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/found-it.html' title='Found It'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyKSb1ctO-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BVlAoByeFZY/s72-c/livefun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7854274406679247360</id><published>2009-12-10T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:36:22.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last Twilighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well, the last slut turned 19....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that makes all of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we're now all turning 20 soon. YUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCxKXYcJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IwIcM_oqPrs/s400/PC100753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413681639439495314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCxKXYcJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IwIcM_oqPrs/s1600-h/PC100753.JPG"&gt;PS i like this shot, it looks really nice!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCxKXYcJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IwIcM_oqPrs/s1600-h/PC100753.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dinner was at sushi zanmai... it was ok. i dunno why its so popular anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCwj-sdBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YwUAtNQyxnE/s400/PC100754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413681629135402002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dessert was at Delicious... once a gain it disappointed me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the peach banana crumble Eu recommended wasn't all that good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCwNjRKbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DOFVGQCD82Q/s400/PC100767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413681623114787250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;and the "chocolate" pavlova was just meringue and sugar... and chocolate FLAKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP OFF ARTIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCvTdcFmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dArzr__E7c0/s400/PC100768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413681607521080930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCv9QhapI/AAAAAAAAAYA/VZe-TCAn8vg/s1600-h/PC100763.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the decor was the only thing that was nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyI5yYafZJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RJ9AZihP8Mw/s400/PC100772.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413953239762560146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there were the mandatory cam whore shots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;golden tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyI5x7aHKYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RnqnaYOFNtc/s400/PC100775.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413953231976343938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS da, how do i look in your top? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyI5xVFk7hI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9A2Rxf-mV7c/s400/PC100776.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413953221689667090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyI5w61ZMxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oE4g4leN6pA/s1600-h/PC100755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyI5w61ZMxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oE4g4leN6pA/s400/PC100755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413953214642467602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCv9QhapI/AAAAAAAAAYA/VZe-TCAn8vg/s400/PC100763.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413681618741193362" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyI5wb8q1xI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OmlnWZWcURE/s400/PC100756.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413953206351484690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;URGH. 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9162228414535452278-7854274406679247360?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7854274406679247360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7854274406679247360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7854274406679247360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7854274406679247360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-twilighter.html' title='The last Twilighter'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SyFCxKXYcJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IwIcM_oqPrs/s72-c/PC100753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1240704117064298051</id><published>2009-12-06T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:13:44.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonono 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this girl needs no introduction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(but to all the katak-bawah-tempurungs out there, it's Amanda Bonono!!! :p and no, that's not her REAL name, i just don't like putting up people's full names.... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtxX3M1CRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hvOMfXKE-RM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtxX3M1CRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hvOMfXKE-RM/s400/2.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412044031984470290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's 19 today... even on her time, right, da?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that's a long call away from when we were 17... back in high school... ah those were the days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is us on graduation day :') memories... (she's so cute in this pic!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtzNE7bmlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8oztjcAFilU/s400/Joanna%27sGradDay07+07501.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412046045714291282" /&gt;friends since form 2....&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and through it all, there were times when we excluded her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtxWT8FrLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/n5KCCS-6fm4/s400/P2220194.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412044005339147442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then there were the times when we had fun together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(going for joyrides!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtxWwfjYGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cqbI1DiDGiw/s1600-h/P2220181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtxWwfjYGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cqbI1DiDGiw/s400/P2220181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412044013004087394" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now she's 19... and that's almost a year younger than me. :( URGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GAWD i feel old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy your last TEEN year, like i think i have mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the worst part is that i can't be there with ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'll let that go, cos you weren't with me for mine DX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now i'm rambling, and getting emo cos everyone's getting OLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so welcome to the twilight year babe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the old committee's moving on, it's time for new blood to come in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtxWJ212iI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QjiM8N8v7VY/s400/23may08.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412044002632784418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bottomline: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GO HAVE A KICKASS 19th YEAR IN THE US of A!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1240704117064298051?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1240704117064298051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1240704117064298051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1240704117064298051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1240704117064298051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/bonono-19.html' title='Bonono 19'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxtxX3M1CRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hvOMfXKE-RM/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2905937776823763525</id><published>2009-12-01T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:20:08.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disjointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5zWPwlJpKI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5zWPwlJpKI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;check this out. freaking cool moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;will i have to be the serena to your blair? i need a chuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2905937776823763525?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/2905937776823763525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=2905937776823763525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2905937776823763525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2905937776823763525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/12/disjointed.html' title='Disjointed'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-565295994652746236</id><published>2009-11-30T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:20:39.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiYing &amp; YingYing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in response to the overwhelming requests and fan mail i received... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as ying ying and liying requested)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you see anything in this pic?  spot the glow in the dark stuff. yes i'm a fanatic about glow in the dark stuff.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYmRD6adI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rqSdYWAlmr0/s1600/PB270718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYmRD6adI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rqSdYWAlmr0/s400/PB270718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409976098072717778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;better? to all the haters, this are my glow in the dark nail polishes... yes yes, i can hear the cynical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"if they're all glow in the dark, wouldn't they all be the same color?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYl5z07nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QJmxVq56-ao/s1600/PB300737.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYl5z07nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QJmxVq56-ao/s400/PB300737.JPG" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409976091831234162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sigh, aren't they beautiful? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;why, yes...but i like to collect them, and they're different colors in light... (the one in the far left is ying ying's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYlWDbOTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NtzFbhE4YC0/s1600/PB300736.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYlWDbOTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NtzFbhE4YC0/s1600/PB300736.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYlWDbOTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NtzFbhE4YC0/s400/PB300736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409976082232981810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you see my nails? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYlIKqS4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Arwa9N3nUJw/s1600/PB300740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYlIKqS4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Arwa9N3nUJw/s400/PB300740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409976078505233282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and as for the hoodie i got recently....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HEARTS&lt;/span&gt; army print!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYkcQTFAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Su5uVXEsvy0/s1600/PB300749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYkcQTFAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Su5uVXEsvy0/s400/PB300749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409976066717717506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9162228414535452278-565295994652746236?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/565295994652746236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=565295994652746236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/565295994652746236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/565295994652746236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/liying-yingying.html' title='LiYing &amp; YingYing'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQYmRD6adI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rqSdYWAlmr0/s72-c/PB270718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-754755523054691660</id><published>2009-11-30T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:21:27.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here are some pics from my baking the other day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GINGERBREAD MEN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVwuf8JLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tn35MHgjal4/s400/PB280722.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972979238708402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVyeKr2PI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jqQn-ITBikw/s1600/PB280734.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this one was HUGE, and yummy, like a real gingerbread man. broken off its head tho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVyeKr2PI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jqQn-ITBikw/s1600/PB280734.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVyeKr2PI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jqQn-ITBikw/s400/PB280734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409973009214331122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this one is classic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVx0ix2ZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Xk7SJLNauBw/s1600/PB280730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVx0ix2ZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Xk7SJLNauBw/s400/PB280730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972998041098642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this one with my name on it is jumping for joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVxn66v0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0WKRPdorND4/s1600/PB280729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVxn66v0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0WKRPdorND4/s400/PB280729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972994652684098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and... my personal favourite, the one with my signature on it! whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVxD6aC-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/SP1onGGIPtc/s400/PB280728.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972984986864610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like in stories!!!&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/9162228414535452278-754755523054691660?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/754755523054691660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=754755523054691660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/754755523054691660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/754755523054691660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/gingerbread-men.html' title='Gingerbread Men'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxQVwuf8JLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tn35MHgjal4/s72-c/PB280722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2299051672229971522</id><published>2009-11-27T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:39:05.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper Body Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxDEc0xt2XI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xpBEP5hH_Fk/s1600/bouldering1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxDEc0xt2XI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xpBEP5hH_Fk/s400/bouldering1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409039151954516338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i want upper body strength. so unfair that guys have more of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;had My First Bouldering Experience yesterday! XD went with kaki and charles... had a loonng chat catching up. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bouldering's fun, even more so when you can do it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;now my arms are hurting  little. though i wish they'd hurt more, 'cos then it'd mean that i worked out a lot.... but since i havent been working out lately, my arms are like, totally weak, and i couldn;t finish the routes i normally would have been able to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;i mean, i WANTED to do it. but my arms were shaking already before i could move. DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;gotta build finger and arm strength before taking another go at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;haha actually the pic above is of hard-core bouldering enthusiasts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre; "&gt;amateurs like me start off like this... and professionals train here too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxDEcuUSEjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/u5EJbyfMsL8/s400/20080209_bouldering2642.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409039150220448306" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2299051672229971522?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/2299051672229971522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=2299051672229971522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2299051672229971522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2299051672229971522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/upper-body-strength.html' title='Upper Body Strength'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SxDEc0xt2XI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xpBEP5hH_Fk/s72-c/bouldering1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2743532756488675875</id><published>2009-11-26T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:17:01.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBUn0gMx4ZQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBUn0gMx4ZQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;(Speaking Part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"&gt;Spongebob: It's not about winning, it's about fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"&gt;Plankton: What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob: Fun is when you...fun is...it' like...it's kinda...sorta like a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is fun?? HERE...Let me spell it for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;F is for Friends who do stuff together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;U is for You and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;N is for Anywhere and anytime at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sea Creatures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down here in the deep blue sea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plankton: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;F is for Fire that burns down the whole town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;U is for URANIUM...BOMBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;N is for No survivors when you're-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plankton! Those things aren't what fun is all about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, do it like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F is for Friends who do stuff to-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plankton: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never! That's completely idiotic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, Let me help you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;F is for friends who do stuff together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;U is for You and me,&lt;/span&gt; TRY IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plankton: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;N is for Anywhere and anytime at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sea Creatures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down here in the deep blue sea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plankton: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait...I don't understand ...I feel all tingly inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should we stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No! That's how you're supposed to feel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plankton: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I like it! Lets do it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob &amp;amp; Plankton:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;F is for Frolic through all the flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;U is for Ukelele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;N is for Nose picking, chewing gum, and sand licking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Here with my best buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Laughing part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sea Creatures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down in the deep blue sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL this song is so adorable. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2743532756488675875?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/2743532756488675875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=2743532756488675875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2743532756488675875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2743532756488675875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-song.html' title='FUN song'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5192287462644137435</id><published>2009-11-19T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:36:17.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>I Want Chuck Bass</title><content type='html'>can he get any hotter??? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the latest GG episode he once again proves how desirable he is as a man. *swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and has anyone noticed how fickle nate is? its like he starts falling for whichever girl he is around at the moment =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw i got this totally cool hoodie that is everything i think a hoodie should be :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thick, warm, big hood, loooong sleeves, pockets and funky at a bargain ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like a shopaholic, and not just in the sense that i like to shop a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5192287462644137435?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5192287462644137435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5192287462644137435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5192287462644137435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5192287462644137435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-chuck-bass.html' title='I Want Chuck Bass'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2526281878839015878</id><published>2009-11-19T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:37:23.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>5 In The Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am awake at 4.50 am malaysian time, and have been so since 2.30 am, when i woke up from my after-dinner nap. i have been doing my oral presentation report the whole night =.= going over and over it, adding points and elaborations for people who are either daft, lazy, or incompetent, but i care about and like hanging out with under normal, non-work circumstances. oh the paradox that is my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SwWyKBUP6QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ada1CRMDbrM/s320/megjen.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405922812949948674" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow i feel compelled to give my review of jennifer's body (don't worry, it's short):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;it is a glorified horror-thriller-slapstick comedy about how hot megan fox is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elaboration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the movie has no challenging scenes for megan, and all she does is change outfits alot. oh, and she takes off her clothes alot too. and she seduces a few guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see my point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as if to emphasise their point, the producers included one scene in which, as if to reinforce the fact that megan fox is hot, have her swimming (apparently) naked in a seemingly fressing lake high in the mountains, and if that's not enough, steam rises from her body when she steps out of the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't go for the movie. go for megan fox. i'm not saying she can't act, maybe she can, but so far we have not have had the chance to properly appreciate it. in this film her character is the typical blonde. not much skill needed. enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2526281878839015878?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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competitions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah... the good ol' days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;experience has been a good teacher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only i had gotten it earlier. ;) (wanting to get something faster that you can only get by waiting ???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's also due to the fact that public speaking has become a little blase... or maybe i've matured now that i'm oldER....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my topic was "where do i see myself in 5 years' time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit i'm turning &lt;s&gt;OLD&lt;/s&gt; twenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can i stop time? can anyone tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SwGKDHB_BfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gfp3t7Daaz4/s320/career.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 68px; height: 127px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404752813852919282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my lecturer called me a career woman after my speech....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here is where i'm gonna be at 24!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5337080802738905691?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5337080802738905691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-996398627367612946</id><published>2009-11-16T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:52:32.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>On The Other Hand</title><content type='html'>Marriage is just another way of conforming to society's expectations. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reproducing is just man being egotistical enough to want a part of him to continue existing when he's gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-996398627367612946?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2682049986695803920</id><published>2009-11-06T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:41:57.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>FIRE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Comic Sans MS', cursive;"&gt;When medieval clans wanted to downsize and dispose of unwanted folks without murdering them, they just burned their houses to the ground as a small hint. Thus the phrase "to get fired"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2682049986695803920?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/2682049986695803920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=2682049986695803920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2682049986695803920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/2682049986695803920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/fire.html' title='FIRE!!!'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5901346133130596250</id><published>2009-11-06T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:30:52.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>Of Deadlines, Dentists And Debonairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;had a test today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;week 3 of 7. imagine having a test in your third week of a semester. INSANE.... regardless of whether you DO double the contact hours in this sem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ester... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have assignments due next week and in week 5, as well as presentations and more tests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems as though i never have a break, do i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;rush ruSH RUSH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to the dentist today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;GOD i HATE going to the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SvRDLrON5HI/AAAAAAAAAU4/of1_895mzvE/s320/images+(1).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 132px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401015720984044658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing personal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just purely my psychological problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos it feels like they're shoving a DRILL down my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SvRCfiiFYdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XhfZr-BneGo/s320/images.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401014962737209810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like they're chopping up all my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i have loads of cavities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i think i've finally figured out why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you see, i have a MAJOR sweet tooth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SvREAHkpKpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iIyOo3bvK1A/s320/images+(2).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016621947497106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i think that i'm like those kids you see on TV who keep eating candy and get loads of cavities... only i'm not 5 years old and my baby teeth fell out by the time i was 12...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unfortunately my sweet tooth developed as i aged :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SvRE3CxIUlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gkQUlb1zNYA/s320/PA300631.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401017565550498386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmm.... i suddenly felt the urge to fill my blog post with pics to illustrate my point... this has never happened before... WEIRD. i'm changing???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;owh. and GG spoiler alert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in this one scene with chuck and serena, chuck is INSANELY HOT when he TAKES CHARGE of the situtation and explains to serena that they're not children anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way he says it is JUST-SO-HOT. and MANLY and DEBONAIR. GOSH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the way he treats blair!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT CHUCK BASS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enough said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5901346133130596250?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5901346133130596250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5901346133130596250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5901346133130596250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5901346133130596250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-deadlines-dentists-and-debonairs.html' title='Of Deadlines, Dentists And Debonairs'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SvRDLrON5HI/AAAAAAAAAU4/of1_895mzvE/s72-c/images+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1973049898139572480</id><published>2009-11-04T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:30:39.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>Scandal And The Works Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMGeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i just watched the lastest GG episode.... GGS03Eo8...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the grandfather II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go look it up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO totally worth it...if gossip girl has been lacking scandal lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ITS BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the scandal and cat fights and frenemy-ing and backstabbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL of it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this ain't no high school no more people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the stakes are WAAAY HIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ok. it's 1.30 am now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shit. i was supposed to revise my tutorials for a test on friday. instead i caught up on the lives of the upper east siders....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hee hee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i've studied some? ergh... somehow i feel as if i'm not taking my studies seriously.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;BTW. i posted something with which i wasn't happy about myself,  being all insecure and vulnerable and seeking advice.... and all people care is that i went to a bloody concert. that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;says something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&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/9162228414535452278-1973049898139572480?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1973049898139572480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1973049898139572480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1973049898139572480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1973049898139572480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/scandal-and-works-please.html' title='Scandal And The Works Please'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-2520316898550119687</id><published>2009-11-04T03:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:49:58.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; width: 173px; height: 140px; vertical-align: middle; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" height="138px" bgcolor="#2B60DE"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 1em; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New', monospace; color: white; "&gt;The psychology department of Dayton University reports that loud talk can be ten times more distracting than the sound of a jackhammer. Loud, incessant chatter can make a listener nervous and irritable, and even start him on the road to insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 142px; left: 0px; width: 190px; "&gt;&lt;ins style="display: inline-table; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; height: 60px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 234px; "&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-2520316898550119687?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5617506623132158685</id><published>2009-11-01T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:31:25.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"i'm gonna tell you guys something dirty about meee..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"do you want to hear something dirty?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"i said do you wanna hear something dirty!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"do you know what it is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;("you're GAY!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"say 'DIRTY....'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"say 'dirty LITTLE....'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"DIRTY LITTLE SECRET!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tyson sure knows how to work up a crowd... &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i recently had the realisation that i have the incessant need to constantly disagree with people whether or not they're wrong, sometimes to say something, sometimes just because. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's annoying ME now. i think it's because i'm dissatisfied with myself... but that's just me being all psychiatristical....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please feel free to comment, i'll keep my contradicting opinions to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5617506623132158685?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5617506623132158685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5617506623132158685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5617506623132158685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5617506623132158685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-little-secret.html' title='Dirty Little Secret'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-896354275606152553</id><published>2009-10-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:42:05.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SuSNZsL5NKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Lk4A7T4CNfI/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SuSNZsL5NKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Lk4A7T4CNfI/s320/Joanna%27s+648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396593725993989282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yin nang... if you have the one we took at my birthday celebration this year... i'd appreciate it :)&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/9162228414535452278-896354275606152553?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/896354275606152553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=896354275606152553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/896354275606152553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/896354275606152553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school.html' title='High School...'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SuSNZsL5NKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Lk4A7T4CNfI/s72-c/Joanna%27s+648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-4444774304239016890</id><published>2009-10-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:25:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus: Off</title><content type='html'>weeellll, where  do i start?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the life-changing experience i had from my community service programme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or my lame semester results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the desolateness i feel being left behind while everyone around me seems to be moving on in life.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i've started a new semester. which means that its busy busy busy again readjusting to new classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is supposed to be a short semester, but i'm taking double the number of subjects that i'm supposed to be taking. normal people are taking two, but i don't know what possessed me to register for four. albeit its just an extra 6 hours a week for 2 subjects... and they are basically mandatory supplementary subjects that we have to fulfill... and one doesn't even require us to sit for the final... so what the heck, if i flunk anything in the future, i'll have time to retake it with a few subjects less on my schedule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my last semester results didn't live up to even my LOWEST expectations. BOO. then again, surprisingly no one did exceptionally well either... not that i should be comparing myself to others nor should i be justifying my shortcomings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as for my community service thing, i finally survived it. it was a crappy two weeks. and i didn't even get the warm fuzzy feeling you're supposed to get from doing a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i'm suffering the backlash of wearing my body out... i'm surprised how anyone survived it... btw, ironically about half of our group organising the camp fell ill during the camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, thats about it for now. if anyone's interested in knowing more about anything just leave me a message.... i'm not surprised my visitor count has dropped to almost zero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new semester, but i dont feel like staying near campus... i'd rather do the three-quart hourly commute one way everyday... just call me missing home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-4444774304239016890?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/4444774304239016890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=4444774304239016890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4444774304239016890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4444774304239016890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiatus-off.html' title='Hiatus: Off'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1640553684292660814</id><published>2009-10-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:09:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;this trailer rocks. it gave me goosebumps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;this is the trailer they showed at the 2009 VMAs,  excellent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;maybe the movie this time will be as much of a let down as its predecessor, but i have high hopes for this one. then again, i had high hopes for the last one too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the last one was worse than its book, and thats saying a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the book for this movie was in my opinion, even worse than the first book, so i'm guessing the movie cant be much worse :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;am i making sense? haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;maybe the twilight saga should just stick to just trailers. the first trailer was good too. but misleading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;but nonetheless i'm gonna try my best to go watch this one, cos they feature ITALY!!! WOOT!!! venice, baby!!! and it has nice sports cars ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tired. day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1640553684292660814?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1640553684292660814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1640553684292660814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1640553684292660814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1640553684292660814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-moon.html' title='new moon'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7208952758327466626</id><published>2009-10-01T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:17:07.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially To All Those Overseas,</title><content type='html'>and of course everybody here,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zhong qiu jie khai le!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.... anyone missing mooncakes? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7208952758327466626?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7208952758327466626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7208952758327466626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7208952758327466626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7208952758327466626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/10/especially-to-all-those-overseas.html' title='Especially To All Those Overseas,'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-6366079175406435677</id><published>2009-10-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:59:44.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Back In 2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>well, lucy left on wednesday :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;BOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, since my social calender has cleared up considerably, i have LOADS of time free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kudos to me for thinking ahead, as now i have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FULL TWO WEEKS&lt;/span&gt; of activities planned, all courtesy of a certain community service project i joined...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so from the 4th of october to the 18th of october, i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;OFFICIALLY BOOKED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;second semester will start&lt;/span&gt;... on the 19th of october &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how wonderful.... i have no time to obsess about my lack of a social life, and will instead dedicate my time to giving back to the community...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;err, i need moral support!!! LOVE y'all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(i will busy from 8 am onwards every bloody single day, yay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6366079175406435677?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6366079175406435677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=6366079175406435677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6366079175406435677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/6366079175406435677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-back-in-2-weeks.html' title='Be Back In 2 Weeks'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7460417986153538577</id><published>2009-09-27T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:22:11.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There And Back Again 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-5JgQj9nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Bz3kjkrW01s/s320/P9210492.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227252287764082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Monday night, they boarded a plane, and POOF, left malaysia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-367bJ-EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qA8KNT0atCs/s320/P9210473.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386225902370289730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nic n i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-36QOZjMI/AAAAAAAAATw/EztpKWfbRnQ/s320/P9210483.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386225890774060226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cher n i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-5JDNTrhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gN97grAnhZw/s320/P9210480.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227244489485842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and joyee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-5KWYEJLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/s4RbhqRUUpU/s320/P9210484.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227266814747826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the CHSians who went... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the back row is SOME of cher's posse...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-37sbybdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HGna2TXfRLs/s320/P9210491.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386225915526278610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our PDL group ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we still keep in touch via skype and msn tho! whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just skyped with joyee n nic earlier this evening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn funny lar they all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;owh, and this fella left earlier this evening too... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-5KzF2ENI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jDX8xIhG-l0/s320/P9210493.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227274522955986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wei khai n i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they all went THERE, but they will be BACK AGAIN... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9162228414535452278-7460417986153538577?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7460417986153538577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7460417986153538577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7460417986153538577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7460417986153538577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-and-back-again-2.html' title='There And Back Again 2'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sr-5JgQj9nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Bz3kjkrW01s/s72-c/P9210492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-8176489888114871320</id><published>2009-09-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:19:33.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There And Back Again 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, is Sze Ying... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(for those who didn't know that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SrJb7fP-YvI/AAAAAAAAATY/PE-hYKk7qTI/s320/P9070408.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382465582220075762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i call her Zyng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(it's just our thing ;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's just left m'sia to go pursue her studies in london bla bla bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the second of many heartbreaks yet to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first was Da...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SrJe3RmX1pI/AAAAAAAAATo/a3lMtWxsQGc/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382468808371328658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'm still in denial about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yeah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zyng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SrJb7_ZEZNI/AAAAAAAAATg/o-NJYHJokoY/s320/P9080426.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382465590848152786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see how happy we are together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the bright side she'll be visiting soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other traitor is nic. (she's on the far left of the pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also going to the UK... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so then that'll leave sair and i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and WE'LL HAVE FUN by george.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(i'm halfway through exams btw. and GOSSIP SIRL season 3 is out!!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;boy, isn't chair the sweetest couple ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but you'll just have to watch for yourself!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;scandal is brewing, i can FEEL it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-8176489888114871320?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/8176489888114871320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=8176489888114871320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8176489888114871320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8176489888114871320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-and-back-again-1.html' title='There And Back Again 1'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/SrJb7fP-YvI/AAAAAAAAATY/PE-hYKk7qTI/s72-c/P9070408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-9003236059145495333</id><published>2009-09-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:10:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Blues</title><content type='html'>i have a pengajian m'sia paper tomoro.... can anyone tell me how to study for it? i haven't started &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. since i sat for the first paper, which is the toughest one, i practically in holiday mood. EFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad cos zyng's left :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list grows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-9003236059145495333?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/9003236059145495333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=9003236059145495333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/9003236059145495333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/9003236059145495333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/09/exam-blues.html' title='Exam Blues'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-4225008080623977622</id><published>2009-09-04T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:18:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Semester Down, Nine More To Go.</title><content type='html'>for classes at least.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was technically my last day of classes for this semester. but there's still that gloomy oncoming storm of finals looming ahead, so the skies aren't exactly clear yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blasted tutor told SOME of us yesterday that we had to hand in an assignment by next week. so i rushed it last night and this morning during his class. when i asked him stuff i didn't understand about the assignment, he said "that's not in today's syllabus" =.= ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good news for me was that i managed to complete it and hand it in. yay me, i don't havta go back to campus to hand it in. it wasn't a very difficult piece apparently as it turns out ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going out tonight! whee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not thinking about next week, not thinking about next week... damn, i should go study. i like totally FAILED one of my tests. for this bloody subject most of us just cant seem to get... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(soc-meeting on sunday. not thinking about it, not thinking about it....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M NOT IN DENIAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*denying denial*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(gonna need &lt;s&gt;retail&lt;/s&gt; bargain therapy after this month)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-4225008080623977622?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/4225008080623977622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=4225008080623977622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4225008080623977622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/4225008080623977622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-semester-down-nine-more-to-go.html' title='One Semester Down, Nine More To Go.'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-8248299846529012024</id><published>2009-09-04T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:08:57.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>Food For Thot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Phobia: hippopotomonstroses and quippedaliophobia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Fear of: long words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hahahhahahah FUNNY!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://encyclopedia2.tfd.com/Maugham%2c+William+Somerset" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;W. Somerset Maugham&lt;/a&gt; (1874-1965)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-8248299846529012024?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/8248299846529012024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=8248299846529012024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8248299846529012024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/8248299846529012024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-for-thot.html' title='Food For Thot'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7439210058191862680</id><published>2009-08-31T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:39:26.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spvt6usB42I/AAAAAAAAATQ/QO5MheIF9uQ/s1600-h/keplersfirstsnap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spvt6usB42I/AAAAAAAAATQ/QO5MheIF9uQ/s320/keplersfirstsnap2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376152173417718626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You, if you were sensible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I tell you the stars flash signals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;each one dreadful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You would not turn and answer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"The night is wonderful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-D. H. Lawrence, "Under the Oak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Doubt thou that the stars are fire;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Doubt thou that the sun doth move;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Doubt truth to be a liar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But never doubt that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-William Shakespeare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;“A photo says, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;You were happy, and I wanted to catch that.&lt;/i&gt; A photo says, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;You were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.&lt;/i&gt; “–Anna, My Sister’s Keeper, Jodi Picoult&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7439210058191862680?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7439210058191862680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7439210058191862680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7439210058191862680'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Movie Mania</title><content type='html'>went to catch a couple more movies with eu on friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the orphan was EXCELLENT. kudos on the counts of the plot, sequencing, timing, acting, effects. only one thing was sucky, that was its suspense. you'll know what i mean if you watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beth cooper was not your ordinary chick-flick, as i thought it would be. it's more of a coming-of-age movie. a genre we havent seen in awhile. and the comedy is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recommended to watch both movies!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday rocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for CUG BBQ, it was nice... the after party was better ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1687110484695761910?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1687110484695761910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1687110484695761910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1687110484695761910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1687110484695761910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-mania.html' title='Movie Mania'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-1106399928420892462</id><published>2009-08-27T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:07:37.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melacca Day Trip- 24.08.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spc3jhpiMHI/AAAAAAAAASo/t_v9K0-bB5o/s320/P8230361.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374825763757502578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JingH and i on the really really comfy bus on the way to m'sia's historical city of something like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spc3kCn59kI/AAAAAAAAASw/YobTFm-b5X0/s320/P8240374.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374825772609041986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jonker street for food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spc3l1iscMI/AAAAAAAAATI/CJaDag4JFko/s320/P8240371.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374825803457261762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chicken-rice balls. yum! ok, i don't get it, they're just rice in the shape of balls. whats so great about that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spc3leeZ1WI/AAAAAAAAATA/kzGGnLnnSaE/s320/P8240375.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374825797265249634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CENDOL!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now THIS was GOOD....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spc3k9LgvrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WygVbAbhkDo/s320/P8240385.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374825788327640754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the revolving tower ;) that was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok more pics on facebook. malas nak upload lagi. you get the gist. we went around. and had fun and it was tiring but worth it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/9162228414535452278-1106399928420892462?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1106399928420892462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1106399928420892462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1106399928420892462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1106399928420892462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/08/melacca-day-trip-240809.html' title='Melacca Day Trip- 24.08.09'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Spc3jhpiMHI/AAAAAAAAASo/t_v9K0-bB5o/s72-c/P8230361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-3645877695286653704</id><published>2009-08-27T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:43:42.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>finished my last mid term paper today. WOOT!! oddly enough, it was held on the second last week of the semester =.= can it still be called a MID-term paper??? anyways, biggest concern is for the lecturer to mark it quickly so that we can go beg for more marks before the semester ends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called eu out to catch 'the proposal' on the spur of the moment. skipped a class in celebration. whee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;'the proposal' was, err, average at best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;the writing was not very good, the plot predictable as a cliche, and acting was one-dimensional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;the only good part of the movie i feel was the "mother-in-law". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;sandra bullock's portrayal of the mean boss with a sad past is refreshing after all that miss congeniality stuff. but she doesn't really bring it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;ryan reynold's acting leaves much, much, MUCH to be desired. he doesn't utilise a perfectly good script. i mean, he does comedy, yet in this movie, equipped with a character that could bring so much humour to the plot, he is stony and grumpy throughout. i mean i get it that his character is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; to be somewhat disgruntled and hence stony and grumpy, but a little cynicism goes a looong way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will post pics on what i've been up to lately. although all are up on fb. lol. i suppose i should blog about it too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, went to melacca this past monday. and did a whole bunch of other stuff too. movies and meeting up and outings and ice-cream this weekend. hee hee. i know i should be studying. shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanda left edi. !@#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lucy's staying!!! WHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for those other people going overseas... YOU'RE DEAD TO ME!!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-3645877695286653704?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/3645877695286653704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=3645877695286653704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3645877695286653704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3645877695286653704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/08/breather.html' title='Breather'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7668015170425491896</id><published>2009-08-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:33:32.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie Update</title><content type='html'>been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;yet somehow managed to go out for nic n zyng's farewell celebs, ice skating, japanese buffet TWICE in 3 days, mall, and catch GI JOE (which i deem to be THE BEST MOVIE I'VE EVER watched) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still gotta deal with PTPTN stuff, which i got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have a few K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tests and assignments are still on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENTAL CASE punya timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENTAL i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got club meetings to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that i was busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been sleeping earlier than 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for... a month? more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... uni life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7668015170425491896?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7668015170425491896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7668015170425491896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7668015170425491896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7668015170425491896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/08/quickie-update.html' title='Quickie Update'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-247270375551660838</id><published>2009-08-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:36:13.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter?</title><content type='html'>i lost my laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cant laugh properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;\\\ ok... i'm editing this post...\\\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say that i lost my laugh, i mean i haven't laughed out loud uncontrollably in a long time. hence it feels as if i lost my laugh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, i know i laugh when i hang out with people... but, it's happy la-dee-da laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LIVE FOR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"OMG THAT'S SO FUNNY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oll&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;loor&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;augh&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ss&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i used to get when i watched little britain, or kelsey grammer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is there no good comedy anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mourn the temporary loss of good comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who wants to join me in an attempt to revive comedy? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-247270375551660838?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/247270375551660838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=247270375551660838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/247270375551660838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/247270375551660838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/08/laughter.html' title='Laughter?'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5061525788013620276</id><published>2009-08-03T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:20:28.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A word is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it is said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say it just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Begins to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Emily Dickinson, "VI. A Word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5061525788013620276?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5061525788013620276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5061525788013620276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5061525788013620276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5061525788013620276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/08/word-is-dead-when-it-is-said-some-say.html' title=''/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-3073581706486019537</id><published>2009-07-28T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:54:11.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Eu!</title><content type='html'>on saturday, eu chern treated his "starbucks-deprived" friend to a much needed starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;said starbucks-deprived friend:&lt;br /&gt;(posing with the starbucks for the sole reason of posting it on her blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p9_XLewI/AAAAAAAAASY/OEBsYaXksS0/s1600-h/DSCN3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p9_XLewI/AAAAAAAAASY/OEBsYaXksS0/s320/DSCN3682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551826178964226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the charitable (for the day) eu chern&lt;br /&gt; (with his yucky green tea frappe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p9Wsx7eI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pl85AcahZ7g/s1600-h/DSCN3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p9Wsx7eI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pl85AcahZ7g/s320/DSCN3681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551815263710690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the choc cream chip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p9KjILJI/AAAAAAAAASI/y1ZF30bBMEI/s1600-h/DSCN3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p9KjILJI/AAAAAAAAASI/y1ZF30bBMEI/s320/DSCN3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551812002000018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was jizz-alicious!!! thanks babe!!&lt;br /&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;and it WAS a very sweet gesture  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p-J3u2aI/AAAAAAAAASg/L3iB7oxfI5E/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p-J3u2aI/AAAAAAAAASg/L3iB7oxfI5E/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551828999854498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and a random shot, from our mid night trek up some hill... somehow, we still managed to pull off the Gossip Girl look ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"ain't karma a bitch? we know blair waldorf is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-3073581706486019537?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/3073581706486019537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=3073581706486019537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3073581706486019537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3073581706486019537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-eu.html' title='Thank Eu!'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8p9_XLewI/AAAAAAAAASY/OEBsYaXksS0/s72-c/DSCN3682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5181582384434674076</id><published>2009-07-28T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:35:41.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool/ Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>so we had a party to send off the people who were leaving, aka going overseas... but somehow we had so much fun that we kinda forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here're some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jcbpoh1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g8uWIX7BHO4/s1600-h/DSCN3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jcbpoh1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g8uWIX7BHO4/s320/DSCN3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363544652587239250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ready? one, two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jcP853hI/AAAAAAAAARI/LRSIwHqCLoE/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jcP853hI/AAAAAAAAARI/LRSIwHqCLoE/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363544649446841874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zyng's the blur in the right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jb5wVgTI/AAAAAAAAARA/JOhoRl4Xbh0/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jb5wVgTI/AAAAAAAAARA/JOhoRl4Xbh0/s320/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363544643488547122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls... 'cept for zyng, nic and jingH, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8ai-x9r_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/zXndQ3zKfJg/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8ai-x9r_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/zXndQ3zKfJg/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534869491986418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess who's carrying lucy?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8aijnvuCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7KIiIvQ90iE/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8aijnvuCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7KIiIvQ90iE/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534862201370658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tired already???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8aiON_cZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CVEUbpecyKU/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8aiON_cZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CVEUbpecyKU/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534856456204690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group shot, of the people who were there at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8ah8rPSnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1ipIlFGgUHU/s1600-h/P2240276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8ah8rPSnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1ipIlFGgUHU/s320/P2240276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534851747039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doing an ANTM pose ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8ahTciobI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KUCGGZ_7B9k/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8ahTciobI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KUCGGZ_7B9k/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534840679539122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another group shot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;How To Jump Properly Into The Pool At A Pool Party:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mjXnPJ_I/AAAAAAAAASA/wm_sG7ITi7w/s1600-h/A3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mjXnPJ_I/AAAAAAAAASA/wm_sG7ITi7w/s320/A3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548070297413618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mipXsaFI/AAAAAAAAARo/rm4TwXX-V_E/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mipXsaFI/AAAAAAAAARo/rm4TwXX-V_E/s320/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548057884190802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the papparazzi attacked!!! oh NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mi-K259I/AAAAAAAAARw/BEi0P2mlKdw/s1600-h/51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mi-K259I/AAAAAAAAARw/BEi0P2mlKdw/s320/51.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548063467497426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jbpa9_JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/G10FkVEhdlI/s1600-h/P2240230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jbpa9_JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/G10FkVEhdlI/s320/P2240230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363544639103958162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for all who are cool, there is but one rule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mjOSROLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V44_7i6dY7E/s1600-h/A2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8mjOSROLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V44_7i6dY7E/s320/A2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548067793549490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Y'ALL FOR COMING!!!! and you know you'll miss me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5181582384434674076?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5181582384434674076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5181582384434674076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5181582384434674076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5181582384434674076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/pool-farewell-party.html' title='Pool/ Farewell Party'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/Sm8jcbpoh1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g8uWIX7BHO4/s72-c/DSCN3693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7810808265277595614</id><published>2009-07-28T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:04:24.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATTAWeekend!</title><content type='html'>phew! i have just had one of the CRAZIEST, Wackiest, SICKEST, Fun-Packed, Emotional-rollercoasterISH, fast paced, tiring, exhausting weekends everrr!!! LOL, four day weekend somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a quick summary before i blog bout the fun stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;met up with eu for lunch at sentral ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;PDL meeting at joyee's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mamak session at sri petaling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;reached home at 1 &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;went back to uni for site surveying practical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;went to da's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;party shopping at giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(impromptu starbucks session ;p eu belanja-ed me cos i was starbucks-deprived)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PAAAAAARRRRTTTAAAAYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(had to go jump start my mum's car cos my sis KOed the battery =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;commonwealth park or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;reached home at 1 am again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CRAWLED ou tof bed on a RAINY SUNDAY morning at 7 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(OMG i was CURSING the entire time. WHAT a better way to sleep off the previous night's ecstasy than warm and snug in bed on a RAINY SUNDAY MORNING?!?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;drove to uni for club AGM =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;drove home ONLY at 7.30 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;damn tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;KOed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;crawled out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;took the train to da's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;crashed at da's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;RedBox with da, lucy and yingH at the curve!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;photoshoot at da's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;back to uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;studied for mid term the next day (LAN subject only tho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, tuesday night, still slightly exhausted, but am DAMN PROUD of myself for pulling this weekend off! even more so because the party was A HUGE HIT/SUCCESS!!! XD and i even managed to enjoy myself! because usually i get so strung up that i dont have that much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i daresay i prepared well enough for my paper, and will pass it! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gonna post pics soon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7810808265277595614?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7810808265277595614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7810808265277595614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7810808265277595614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7810808265277595614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/whattaweekend.html' title='WHATTAWeekend!'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-3834552638373976320</id><published>2009-07-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:32:47.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>What If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice:&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;each day's a gift and not a given right..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;take the path less traveled by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last, Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What if, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what if,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; if today was your last day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So live like you're never living twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you call those friends you never see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;would you find that one you're dreaming of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day, Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars (Regardless of who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing stand in your way.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics to Nickelback's "If Today Was Your Last Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i put it in non-song lyric format, is it easier to read? cos personally i never read song lyrics when they're posted.... seems sooo tedious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i posted thrice in one day. indicating that i'm either really bored or don't care cos i think that no one reads them posts anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-3834552638373976320?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/3834552638373976320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=3834552638373976320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3834552638373976320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/3834552638373976320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-5566442762683424771</id><published>2009-07-22T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:00:11.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Food And Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;topic: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FAREWELL PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you-know-who for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need people to bring &lt;s&gt;booze/alcohol&lt;/s&gt; DRINKS... and i NEED RSVPs? for those who haven't confirmed yet. oh, and stuff for s'mores, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cookies, chocolate bits and marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guest list:&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh, the same people as usual and a few more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ying jing lucy fck denise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; honlum yinnang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;zyng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; huiyee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;joyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; liying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn those people who can't make it... damn their schedules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guest list looks so pathetic :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people are supposed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;INVITE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;. it's YOUR bloody &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FAREWELL PARTY&lt;/span&gt; for crying out loud. yes i know i clumped it all up together, so your friends might not know their friends or whatever... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;but i don't see anyone else throwing together anything of the sort for you.... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-5566442762683424771?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/5566442762683424771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=5566442762683424771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5566442762683424771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/5566442762683424771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-food-and-drink.html' title='Need Food And Drink'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7460649985509824156</id><published>2009-07-22T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:30:49.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>BEATing Myself Up Over IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;on this day in 1934,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Dillinger&lt;/span&gt; was killed by the FBI outside the Biograph theater in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;hee hee, i watched&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp play him in "Public Enemies" ;)&lt;br /&gt;it was GOOD. go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;construction technology quiz&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;oday...&lt;br /&gt;the lecturer gave a four-chapter scope for us to study, and told us that the quiz would comprise of ten true/false questions, 2 short-ans., 1 short-essay, and one sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; how the hell do you expect us to memorise everything for such a quiz???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so i pandai-pandai read up on stuff i thought would be tested on&lt;/span&gt;, and just flipped through the other stuff. =.= honestly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i SUCK at spotting questions&lt;/span&gt;. probably because my train of thought is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;abnormal&lt;/span&gt;, that's why i'm so weird. but my eccentricities aside, the wrong things stuck in my head while stuff that i thought were so mediocre, mundane, and commonplace and had like little chance of being tested on WERE tested. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but when i read things that i already know and feel is general knowledge i just can't seem to remember until it's brought up. and then i dismiss it. :( then i can't for the life of me remember the parameters within which i have to write my answers down &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;waterpark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been beating myself over it the whole afernoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life here is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;. GAWD what does a girl have to do to get some entertainment here?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the only things i can look forward to are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PDLCs meetings&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7460649985509824156?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7460649985509824156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7460649985509824156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7460649985509824156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7460649985509824156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/beating-myself-up-over-it.html' title='BEATing Myself Up Over IT'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7862551486846041908</id><published>2009-07-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:34:26.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious</title><content type='html'>everytime i come online, i go to my blog, anticipating a new comment in my c-box, or just a greeting, or a simple smiley.... oftentimes i stare at it disappointed, and console myself saying that maybe my life isn't that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i see the number of visitors, and my live feed thingy, people visit my blog... before i had those i was quite content with no one commenting... apparently ignorance IS bliss... now i'm ignorant no more, and if the saying holds true, so the bliss is gone. (note my use of the word "so". it doesn't mean "that's why", rather it means subsequently :p i'm dabbling in literary english wheee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back to my room in setapak. i started off from home around 7.30. pm. yes, i went out late today. mostly because i miss home... and what i can get there. not to say that i don't wanna study... it's just that i love PJ. i mean, i love  travelling and all, as in TOURING you know... and even then after touring i would just wanna go home and kick back in front of the tv or chill in the pool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like at home i can get that everyday. and here, its like, hard to relax... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the ease of meeting up with friends in pj... they're just a 15 minute drive away at most... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to be studying for a quiz this week, and all i can think about is the next thursday night outing, and wondering if once every week would be too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, i'm studying, yet my social life doesn't slow down. and i'm wondering when will the time come for me to choose? as of yet i have been spared the decision. thank God. haha. but i love living my life to the fullest this way. being eith friends and studying, since i don't have the luxury of having both at once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again that makes me question my definition of a full life. i seem so self centered :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what makes a life considered "full"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7862551486846041908?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7862551486846041908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7862551486846041908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7862551486846041908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7862551486846041908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/curious.html' title='Curious'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7883463013828283142</id><published>2009-07-19T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:52:23.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and Snape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Phobia: liticaphobia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fear of: lawsuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If one places a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch Harry Potter and Snape. that's the simplified version of the name anyway. most people should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the hpotter movies go, it was considerably better. but it stayed true to the tradition of all hpotter movies. it took its own liberties on the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i forgot most of the details, or else the movie would have no doubt been torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid details were added, and vital parts were cut. go figure. it doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daniel radcliff cant act... well, the movies dont require much acting anyway.maybe he acts better naked on broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the harry potter books... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEY DIDN'T DO HIM JUSTICE. and the relationship they SHARED. and the love they felt for him. and the impact of HIS LIFE. yes, da, it's just a movie. but still he's like one of the most important characters. and the one who was the most developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7883463013828283142?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7883463013828283142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7883463013828283142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7883463013828283142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7883463013828283142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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something, lost, aimless.... unable to focus, undisciplined... argh. i SO wanna complete my work SO badly.... but then when i think about doing it, i think about the next thing on my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;do measurement taking off list&lt;br /&gt;do measurement taking off list cover&lt;br /&gt;do site surveying tutorial&lt;br /&gt;do site surveying lecture questions for revision of this week's class&lt;br /&gt;do site surveying practical report&lt;br /&gt;study for construction tech quiz next week, which was scheduled for tuesday at first, but its now on wednesday, giving me more time to study, take note of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL people for confirmation of attendance to party, since NO ONE seems to be readiing my blog and are courteous enough to DROP ME A FUCKING COMMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercise&lt;br /&gt;eat right&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check out that dress i saw in the shop this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to church. think of proper outfit for church and for lunch and movie later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive to tropicana after church&lt;br /&gt;make it in time for lunch or eu will give me grief about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog, reminding people about changes corcerning the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about more people to invite so that it'll be more fun&lt;br /&gt;edit the guest list for maximum fun at party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan next week's schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add classmates into my contact list so that i can forward them stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan potential trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember upcoming tests and to study for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figure out feelings, right now i'm feeling frustrated, calm, stressed, relaxed, happy, anxious... and.. pissed and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and figure out if i should let myself develop a crush on a guy i just got to know. or if i even should spend time thinking about and crushing on someone.... seeing as how i don't even have time to think about myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've come to the conclusion that me not having a bouyfriend is a good thing, seeing as how much you'd have to invest in that. as i realised that i DON'T and WOULDN'T have time for a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get tired just thinking of the things i have to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i go rest, then when i feel up to it, i get up to do it, then i get tired just thinking of it again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a fucking idiotic cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-1285731823149461421?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/1285731823149461421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=1285731823149461421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1285731823149461421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/1285731823149461421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the people going off are encouraged to invite friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;food will include pizza and KFC. and s'mores. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ASSORTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; drinks&lt;/span&gt;, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;anybody willing to help bring something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone will chip in. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an estimate of who's coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-6749549324413458286?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/6749549324413458286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162228414535452278.post-7903827991134316017</id><published>2009-07-14T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:10:49.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push It To The Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but KNOW your limit for heavens' sake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past weekend, i was sick. URGH. i absolutely detest falling sick when i have stuff to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body was reacting to me not getting enough rest T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos my mind was in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fifth gear&lt;/span&gt;.... i think i pretty much only got five hours of sleep a night for one week, cos i didn't feel the need to... that plus an unbalanced, unhealthy diet, and zero exercise... equals overheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i developed a mild cough, a mild fever, and an annoying headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wistfully thinking that i had somehow contracted H1N1, but a girl can dream.... then again, if i DID, then there would go my social life =.= so yeah... there's always a silver lining eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i somehow managed to go for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;church group meeting on friday night&lt;/span&gt;, reaching home LATE, then climb out of bed the next morning at 7am to travel to uni for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;site surveying class&lt;/span&gt; (which went exceptionally well, if i do say so myself), and travel back, and then drive myself home, and then attend my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;church anniversary dinner&lt;/span&gt; pretty much going stag, and then socialise with the members from our other churches, then drive myself home, then crawl out of bed the next morning for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;, and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cher's ballet recital? performance thing&lt;/span&gt; later that evening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on sunday night, if i somehow managed to talk to you, you would have heard that i was sick...&lt;br /&gt;yep, my body was finally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;overheating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on monday i was feeling better. heh, even managed a swim that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lesson learnt. s&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tay home so that your parents can discipline you, and take care of you. so at least SOMEONE will worry about you, since you don't care what happens to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. tests all lined up for a WHOLE MONTH =.= thats keeping us on our toes for you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162228414535452278-7903827991134316017?l=bluelegend7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/feeds/7903827991134316017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162228414535452278&amp;postID=7903827991134316017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7903827991134316017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162228414535452278/posts/default/7903827991134316017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluelegend7.blogspot.com/2009/07/push-it-to-limit.html' title='Push It To The Limit'/><author><name>JOanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00280472397079838083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PUoTI1ZC-U/R16jD04U2wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8zkcquRcFm4/S220/104-15493%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
