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Day 19. Panic! At The Disco... when they made A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. This song just makes me shiver (in a good way) inside. Panic! At The Disco- Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Off Her Clothes  Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? Then think

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Day 18. Actually, there are loads of songs I wish I heard on the radio. Hmm... ini-mini-miny-mo. The Script- Walk Away Lyrics are in the video.

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Day 17. Why do they overplay the nice songs? Band Perry- If I Die Young If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a, bed of roses Sink me in the river, at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Uh oh, uh oh Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and Life ain't always what you think it

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Day 16. Heard one too many times. Eminem feat. Rihanna- Love The Way You Lie [Chorus - Rihanna:] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry But that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie [Eminem] I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like

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Day 15. There are better quality videos on this song, but I felt that this one has more raw emotions than the rest. Lyrics says it all. Marie Digby- Unfold What I can remember Is a lot like water Trickling down a page Of the most beautiful colors I can't quite put my finger Down on the moment That I became like this... You see I am the bravest girl You will ever come to meet Yet I

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Day 14. On my way to finishing what I started. This is harder than I thought. His voice has gotten deeper, don't you think? Justin Bieber- Only Thing I Ever Get For Christmas If you're the only thing I ever get for christmas Then everything I wished for has come true You're the single item on my list You're my one and only christmas gift The mistletoe is where i'll be waiting, meet me there

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I am not dead. Just busy. 

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It was 8:30p.m. Around the dinner table sat my mother, my sister and me. We were having a simple meal, nothing much, just rice, egg and stir-fried baby long beans which my mother had cooked. It was a Sunday night and normally people would be out eating, but it was a relaxing one at home with just the three of us and no fussy requests, a simple meal to fill our stomachs was set on the table. “Did

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The One. What does that even mean? The right person who completes your physical needs? The right person who completes your every whim? Or the one person who seems to (scarily) know you inside and out like a twin? If the person spoils me to death, bringing me happiness every step of the way, is he the one? I thought that there was a sure answer to this, but then I found out it’s too subjective.

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The awesome inspiration Day 13. Guilty pleasures. I had trouble picking songs, not because I have so many songs that are a guilty pleasure, but the DEFINITION (sigh, Psychologists!) of songs that are a guilty pleasure. What constitutes a song that is a guilty pleasure? Is it the lyrics? Is it a song I am too ashamed to sing out loud? Or is it a song that everyone thinks is uncool, but I totally

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UshUsh Day 12! Hate is a strong word. I don't really HATE them per se, but I do dislike them. I couldn't think of any other bands at the moment. And I dislike this song. It's overplayed. Ick! Wonder Girls- Nobody Nobody Lyrics (translated): TRANSLATION credits to: ndhas You know I still love you baby And it will never change Chorus I want nobody, nobody but you I want nobody, nobody but

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Day 11! I LOVE YOU TO BITS, COLDPLAY!!! RAWR! *starts acting like a hormonal teenager* Coldplay- Yellow Lyrics: Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called 'Yellow' So then I took my time Oh what a thing to've done And it was all yellow Your skin, oh yeah, your

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=D Day 10. This could actually be in the sad song category, but meh. The song is slow, soft, and calming enough to lull me to sleep. Oh and regarding the video made with the Sims 3, welcome to the world of Machinima. Sia- I Go to Sleep Lyrics: When I look up from my pillow I dream you are there with me Though you are far away I know you'll always be near to me I go to sleep And imagine

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Day niineeee! Okay, so probably I won't be able to dance to the Chipmunks version. But I can't find a decent copy of the song on YouTube. Hehehe... Chipmunks- Hey Macarena! No lyrics =X

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Maybe you like their wall? You know it's Day 8. Maybe her lyrics are so simple that I can commit to memory, but I know all the words to almost all of her songs. Heck, I even know all the words to Linkin Park songs. Does this mean I have good memory? :P Avril Lavigne- I Will Be Lyrics: There's nothing I could say to you Nothing I could ever do to make you see What you mean to me All the

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Dotz Day 7! A song that reminds me of an event... WakaWaka. World Cup 2010. Need I say more? Shakira- Waka Waka Lyrics: (Oooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehh) You're a good soldier Choosing your battles Pick yourself up And dust yourself off And back in the saddle You're on the front line Everyone's watching You know it's serious We're getting closer This isn't over The pressure is on You feel it But

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Wonder what this is? Day siixxxx! This song reminds me of two places actually. One is Italy, obviously because of the accent the singer possessed. Another is... Langkawi. I was sitting at a Shisha shop with a goat when this song played in the background. Both of us just sat and enjoyed the music. Me and a goat. The MV is interesting, don't you think? Yolanda Be Cool & D Cup- Papa Americano

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Playing this idea *click*. Day 5! Now who might this song remind me of...? ;) You know who you are. The Script- The Man Who Can't Be Moved Lyrics: Going Back to the corner where I first saw you Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?" Some try to hand me money, they

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Those 30 days. Day 4! The video is looonnnggg (8 minutes). But every bit of it is worth it (if you would like a little emo emo mood for a while). I think it's the story that makes the song sad for me. Heart wrenching. But either way, lyrics are sad too. Kiss- Because I'm a Girl Lyrics: They are in the video. Just watch it.

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It's the 30 Day Song. Day 3! I know this doesn't constitutes as an answer. It's the video that makes me happy. However, technically, the video has a song. And if I were to hear this song again anywhere else, I would think of this video, and if I were to remember this video, it would make me happy. THEREFORE, it's a song that indirectly makes me happy! Fluffy Dog with Background Song

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Playing this idea *click*. Day 2! What is my least favourite song? Hmm... I was kinda deciding between Justin Bieber's "Baby, Baby" versus this one. I chose this. It was one song I couldn't sit through past 10 seconds the first time hearing it. At least Justin Bieber's song made me wonder for minutes whether it was a girl or a boy singing the song. But this, this is just brain dead. And annoying

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I saw this, "30 Day Song Challenge", on Facebook and decided to give it a try. I thought why not post it up here as well? I needed something quick and fun for an update while I waste the time away on the more important stuff (like assignments *makes mental note to self*). Jack Johnson and his songs have been a recent favourite of mine. I was deciding between this and Banana Pancakes, but then

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And it’s thesis year! Yay! Assignments worth 40-60% with thesis on the top of the cake to do. It’s a faaannntastic year! Whee! Also, for those wondering, I’m cured from my food poisoning and my sleep schedule is back to normal. I am happy that I’m fit again. But, I have tons of things to do now. Will go now. Oshoshosh!

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Worse/Worst things that can happen to me... Death. Illness. I hate being sick. It suckkkksss!!! I want to be healthy my whole life! But, you know, if I were to choose, I rather choose a flu over diarrhea. Anytime.

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Because I know you’ll be reading. And if you are supposed to be doing your assignment, this is a reminder. Because I’m procrastinating myself *insert cheeky smile here*. The last sentence suddenly sounds a little weird. Is thinking you have a fantastic time at camp. How dare you. We’re all suffering here trying to finish those reports up. Have you noticed that I’m typing out this post the way you

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I once did a presentation about this saying. A phrase coined from our immortal poet and playwright, William Shakespeare. It is so commonly used that I thought it was such a cool thing to say and to use and to find out about. When I looked deeper than just the physical words, I actually came to agree to this phrase. It is cruel to be kind. What does it mean? It can be viewed in either two ways.

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Because I have lots of stuff to say, but don’t know how to say it.

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So I was browsing around, finding for music to download in one of my favourite music sites when I saw this: Spot something I spotted? Haha! This is still a little weird to me. Still trying to get used to seeing someone in adverts.

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Note: Double post! Wut? Also overdue . How is it that time passed so fast? Was it because of the partying or the constant not-being-at-home? I was supposed to finish composing my short story during the holidays but it never got finished due to my lack of discipline and love for procrastination. Now holidays are almost over and I’m finding myself getting nervous everyday, anticipating my results

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Note: This is very overdue. May be long. Christmas is now here. I feel like days pass by so fast. It seems as if it were yesterday that I was freezing myself off in the anxiety filled exam hall. Well, not really anxiety. There’s a hint of nervousness plus a little dreamy effect once you walk into the exam hall, watching everybody get ready, students and invigilators alike. Then when you open up

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Attaccckkk!!!!

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I should stop dreaming about the day when we’re so comfortable and close with each other. An event that push us to understand each other’s minds. So that, in the occurrence that I or you did something wrong, we know how to handle each other right. I should stop dreaming for a fantasy that could never happen to us.

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So my laptop has this speech recognition thing.  I am now currently using it to type this post and it is pretty cool because I don't need to type.  Talk about laziness.  I can literally control what goes on on this laptop with my voice.  Of course there are some disadvantages when the laptop does not recognize what I'm saying.  Sometimes it gets a little frustrating because it would not listen to

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Just a slight intermission between updates. Just so I can have a chance to blab out stupid insecurities, nonsensical ideas, and probably some disturbing facts. This won’t be anything else but rants and complaints. Okay so here goes. I believe I might be close to a panic attack or a break down. Not the metaphorical, imaginative ones everyone talks about in times of stress and they are just saying

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The superhero was always less seen nowadays. At one point when he was gone, the little girl went up to the mother and asked, "When is Papa coming back?" Her mother, slender in body, hands worn and tried from housework, stopped her chore for a moment to look at the little girl clad in just her pyjamas and bare footed on that cool day. The lady's lips curved up in amusement. "Soon," she told the

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The fan whirred at constant speed. The little girl lifted up her wide brown eyes to look at a man sitting opposite her, pot-bellied with a grim expression and focused on the television set. The couch beneath her was getting warmer, the clock showed that it was almost time for bed and she was certain she could not sit still a moment longer. And so she did not for she got up from the black leather

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So my laptop does an update for me once there is a new update available. Recently, it updated this thing called Windows Live Essentials 2011. I thought the update was more like updating some glitches or bugs in the Operating System (Windows 7) or some programs used, but hey to my surprise, after installing the update, my Windows Live Messenger icon disappeared. At first I was freaked out a little

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Here's something about restaurants you might want to know. Who doesn’t love eating out? It’s great not to have to cook for yourself, but it can also be anxiety-inducing to think about someone else cooking for you. Just what happened to the food before it arrived on our table? Was the meat handled correctly? Did the cook wash his hands? Frankly, some of the common practices of the food service

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This is a dedicated post to my Psycho Family from Sunway University College. I appreciate you people loads, and when needed, you psychos are there. Now, to know about my psycho family, I shall need to inform you of all the members, starting from the very top. Granny/Nana/Nanny Vanessa She's the oldest (according to family rank), the most long winded, most detailed, most "ma fan" person I know.

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Look, I don't know what is it that I'm searching for. Things that once I thought I was passionate about, felt good about, now just seem to pale in comparison. But even the things that I felt weren't good, still felt uncertain and definitely not likely to change my view point of it. Case in point. I thought that hanging out with a certain someone (let's name this someone A) whom was so passionate

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Meet Blob. James Blob. Don't let his looks fool ya. He's a certified 007 and will ninja kick your @#$! Able to shape shift into any form, James Blob is the most awesome amongst awesome 007 Blobs. *cue 007 theme song*

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So I'm quite interested in personalities (this is what made me go into Psychology). I came across a few famous tests and one that I mostly measure myself with is the MBTI Jungian typology. Turns out, I am an INFP. Go take the test out of fun or when you're free. Then came the Enneagram types. I used to think that the enneagrams are just too complicated for me to understand. We're being

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Yes, I'm too lazy to create my own layout. Looks good though. *insert happy smile here*

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Due to my laziness and the time to update this blog, I decided to upload... a video. Hah!

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I used to walk around wearing this big junk of words strung into a very meaningful sentence inside my head and it goes like this: "I HATE SMOKERS" . Especially the inconsiderate ones who smoke without a care in the world and forgetting that there are other non-smokers out there, sitting around them, trying to enjoy their damn meal! The worst is if you have a chain smoker right in the next

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Jack Johnson is just awesome. His lyrics mean a lot, his melodies are cool. GO LISTEN TO THE SONG!!! Now I was sitting waiting wishing That you believed in superstitions Then maybe you'd see the signs But Lord knows that this world is cruel And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool Learning loving somebody don't make them love you Must I always be waiting waiting on you? Must I always be

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You have got a decent guy. Appreciate it. Hearing these words, I really do thank God and appreciate it. A person who loves you, respects you and tries for you is really something special. We don't run into these kind of people everyday and anytime. It is so easy to fall in love. One simple flattering word, one meaningful action, sweet sentences and apologies when things go wrong- they all are

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I have now all the time in the world... well, at least for one month. Holidays had started since July the 12th. I have been doing nothing but wasting my time. Something new has happened in this household; my brother bought a new gaming console. Guess which one is it? ;) Anyway, I have been downloading games to keep myself "busy" as well. Nothing much to do here. Hoping to go out soon with people

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Here's a peek at something I've been working on for quite some time. I've procrastinated, got seduced and lead away from studying and assignment finishing by one simple little character. Hm, bad graphics. However, I'm quite excited actually. I foresee this will be a long term project. Creativity always ambushes me at the wrong time.

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I must admit that I'm a Twilight reader. I was offered to read the book before watching the movie but I opted to watch the movie first. And I must admit again, the first Twilight movie got me hooked. It was literally my fantasy life on screen (although the girl needed some acting skills). Then I got hold of the book and liked it- it was even better than the movie. I liked it so much that I went

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I'm a procrastinator. No new news there. Then I finally got the mood to work on my assignment that is due tomorrow and started sitting at the computer at 7:30P.M. Here I stare at the screen (opening multiple tabs as usual) and blink, blink! WTH 11:09P.M! I can actually hear some of you cursing at me in your head, "Then why are you still blogging? Go do your freaking assignment!" Just wanted

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What do we do when we have a hard choice to make? Be it leaving a loved one or doing something you originally intended not to do (but it is necessary)? I would have happily give you answers and choices to make that would make your life easier... if only I've found it. If only it were easy as this... Face the facts; with hard choices, there's no easy way. It's either you do it or you don't. I

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Throughout the years I've been watching dramas and TV series that other people had recommend to me or my family had started watching. I've watched Journey to the West (chinese childhood favourite of mine), Ally McBeal, Wonder Years, One Tree Hill, Grey's Anatomy and loads of other stuff I couldn't even remember. They are usually very entertaining for me, but I couldn't watch each and every

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Comparing myself now to my 17 year old self, I have less inspiration to write, much less blog. All of my stories that I've started does not have an ending and has been laying in the "Write" folder for eons now. I wonder what made my inspirations run away from me? Perhaps the juices in my head are all dried up. Perhaps I've turned lazy. Perhaps I have too many things to do. Perhaps, perhaps.

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I think most of us constantly find out ways to define what we think as love. We compare it to the movies, compare it to our parents, compare it to actions. But somehow we fail to grasp the true meaning of it and are never satisfied. I came across this video and I think that it truly defines what we seek as 'love'. The one, true love. For the people whom I love and everyone out there, this is a

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The surroundings around her are awesome, ain't it?

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It feels so unfair. Unfair that I care so much about your opinion but you barely bother about mine.It's just imbalanced.

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Funny how when you're in a dream and it makes so much sense with so much purpose. Then when you wake up, especially from an exciting dream, you feel the sense of urgency. Later, it slowly fades away as you start to realise that the dream was very silly and you can barely recall what it was that was so important. I was browsing my desktop for study notes when I found a document titled "In a party"

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-16365155294056306242009-12-28T02:32:00.001+08:002009-12-28T21:06:49.397+08:00

Just couldn't resist another Lamebook post. For you Twilight fans, I'm sorry if this in anyway spoils your happy, romantic feeling of the story. It made me laugh...Then I start to wonder, what does Edward do when Bella's on her period? Hmm....

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Really didn't mean to leave the blog for such a long time. Just felt lazier everytime I think of updating. Anyway, Merry Christmas. It's a late wish, but Christmas carries on for 7 days... I think. So I'm still on time!So I came back to my blog, hopefully to get some inspirations back when I noticed how much I've been neglecting it very much. I saw this:Wth?So ugly, ugly, ugly. So I decided to

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-53825974337262270842009-10-04T14:42:00.000+08:002009-10-04T14:42:00.384+08:00

Some tips on being beutiful. Quoted from Sam Levenson (1999), favourited by Audrey Hepburn, touched the public. Time Tested Beauty TipsFor attractive lips, speak words of kindness.For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll

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Gotta love these...My personal favourite is the one with the mom.Ha ha ha!

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Thought of changing the layout of the blog, but as I stare at the screen, showing me lights of purple, white and few other hues of colours in the pictures of the header, I thought this current layout seems to be the one that rocks the most. Out of all my creations, that is.So... nope. No change of layout for now. Yet.

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Missing London, missing you.

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I am the queen. I am queen over all procrastination urges. For I, Joanna Liew, am a big, fat procrastinator (the irony- since I'm so skinny). What makes people procrastinate? I remember doing a research about this on my first semester in Psychology. I would have tried to revive this memory to put in nice information about procrastinators here, but unfortunately I am too darn lazy to care.Thus, I

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It's been ages since I touched this dusty old blog. Motivation is running low. To even place my fingers on the keyboard and type out thoughts on the blog. Sometimes the thoughts don't even matter by the time my CPU whirs to life. I tried making a new layout for the blog, but then it wasn't really impressive to me so I gave it up. Maybe after searching for another inspirational picture, I might

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-85302758777803737172009-09-01T00:11:00.004+08:002009-09-01T00:17:35.244+08:00

.Are you kidding me?So much for "Merdeka".

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Edited July 3rd: Left out a few details...This is a little late. But gratitude to you guys are needed!Though I didn't get showered with presents, the wishes are astounding. I think part of my thanks goes to Facebook. Haha! Thanks to those whom had celebrated and wished me starting from the 27th of June! You know who you are ;). If I left anyone out, I'm sorry. I don't have a super memory.Surprise

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-5627051828614343362009-06-26T22:27:00.003+08:002009-06-26T22:39:20.105+08:00

For those of you who hadn't had access to CNN, the radio or the internet news today, Michael Jackson passed away on 25th June at 2:30 p.m, Los Angeles, USA. For those of you living in the East side of the world, that'll be 26th June at 5:30 a.m, Malaysian time. Sources say he died of cardiac arrest.There's this amazing thing I read about in Wikipedia following his death: "In the hours following

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Someone told me that I was pathetic because of the way I replied to that someone's friends. When actually, I was just being shy.Ouch. I didn't know you would have the power to hurt me so much with just that one word.

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It is weird how things work. Most of the time I sit and contemplate about myself and about other people. Sometimes I have this nagging thing in my gut telling me a person is not really "suitable" as a role model or a friend. Like not wanting to be friend a gangster because he/she will be a bad influence. I'd have this perception about people I judge on first impression and it'll stick as long as

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-53376845927017719902009-06-13T22:37:00.007+08:002009-06-13T23:08:30.642+08:00

I feel so anti-social today. Don't really feel like talking to anyone, or going anywhere. Got mad about something and someone last night and stayed mad. Planned to study for my coming finals but ended up in front of the computer like a geek and sleeping like a pig the whole day. It's 10:44pm now and I haven't had my dinner. Feeling hungry but there are visitors downstairs. Don't want to go down

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-69610626604718826872009-06-09T23:46:00.004+08:002009-06-09T23:51:51.647+08:00

Take me to somewhere far away... far away from here. Bring me away...Somewhere I've never been before.Make me have awe and wonder.Can't you do that for me? Don't you want to?

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-57387245646968669592009-06-02T10:09:00.006+08:002009-06-02T18:52:30.660+08:00

First of all, I must warn readers, whoever is reading this post right now, that there is a long, corny post coming right up. If you are someone who can't stand mushy love pieces, you are very welcomed to skip this post. This post is entirely dedicated to one particular person (for a certain reason). And if you do decide to continue on reading, this post is going to be totally unrelated to

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You and me don't really communicate well. Let's face the truth. I speak feelings, you speak numbers. So I found this nifty song that talks in numbers and in feelings.There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you...(I love you) I love youThere's only 1 way 2 say Those 3 wordsAnd that's what I'll do...(I love you) I love youHow cool and easy is that? ;)Credits to Plain White T's (Love them!).

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Someone complained I was being a sexist because I talked more about Shine than him. Well my friend, you've just earned yourself a smacking post on my blog. I know you'll looooooovvee this *insert big, wide smile here*.One day, there was a boy named Mohd Izzat, or Mohammad Izzat, or Izzy, or Izza (Man, why do you have so many names?). He went to study in Sunway University College and met many

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-45648684773314759102009-05-12T23:53:00.004+08:002009-05-13T21:05:28.064+08:00

I wish I wasn't so stuck. I feel so bored; being stuck here at the same place. All I do is seemingly becoming more monotonous and predictable. I want to get out of this place and travel to some place far. Maybe not far, but some place I haven't discovered. A restaurant/snack place I haven't ate in, sceneries I've never seen, relaxing beaches I've never been to- anything, everything! I like it

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-55458898667564505382009-05-11T10:27:00.007+08:002009-06-02T21:47:54.423+08:00

Hello!It's been so long since I actually wrote something, eh? It's the holidays now and I'm so super free! So what's been happening to me since? Nothing special. Started my degree course in Psychology and no, I can't read minds neither will I become psycho while studying the course... although I'll be a little bit more quirky. Which human isn't? Haha!Psycholgy is fun though I forsee that it's

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Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-90900465111523531702009-04-24T23:38:00.001+08:002009-04-24T23:38:00.578+08:00

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-13828802434541990392009-04-22T23:33:00.000+08:002009-04-22T23:33:01.029+08:00

Haha!

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Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-69465734861992227572009-04-16T12:31:00.000+08:002009-04-18T12:46:01.585+08:00

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-52464770657741761532009-04-15T13:53:00.001+08:002009-04-15T13:54:48.859+08:00

You rather be with your friends than to take care of me.That sucks.Prove me wrong. If you can.

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Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-22138242234440054152009-03-28T00:35:00.000+08:002009-03-28T00:36:19.507+08:00

Just one question.How do you know when to give up or hold on to something?

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Sometimes silence is all you need.It's quiet, it's blank, there's nothing to distract you, nothing to disturb you. No pain, no tears, no drama... just a blank sheet of paper. And I want that blank sheet of paper to stay like that for a while.I'm so sick of having nice, blank papers splashed with ink. For now, I just want total and utter silence. Just stone for a while.Blank.

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If you want to give an excuse, make up something better than that lame excuse you gave me.What's wrong with admitting that you forgot?

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Do you have your own inspirations in life? Something or someone that teaches you how to live? If you don't, think of all the people in your life. Your enemies, your loved ones, your dog -anyone. Had they given you values or an idea in life? For me, currently at this moment, my inspirations come from God and three men.My first inspiration, comes from God because he has taught me how to live even

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Do you have any idea how much I've hurt until at this moment, the pain seem like such a normal thing?Like if I slit some cuts on my wrist, it hurts the first time, but after doing it again and again, the pain just seems to be no longer there?Do you have any idea how desperate I was, to throw all pride, to throw all that I believed in and some values to the winds just to keep you here with me?

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I know I said I wouldn't do tags anymore unless it's interesting, well, this tag isn't interesting, I'm doing it now because I couldn't come up with a better post other than no posts and all and also because it's from my lovely Adeline. Hahaha! So on to the boring tag we go!Rules:1. List these rules on your blog.2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours

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In my possession I have with me a big bucket of valuables I hold dear. I stand at the edge of a cliff with the ocean is just right below it. As I stand here, thinking and reflecting upon myself, the winds keep changing from time to time. They sometimes brew a storm, whereby the umbrella I set to protect my valuables waver close to flying away with the winds, and other times they give a light,

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The human mind is a powerful thing. It has the capability to think, to imagine, to create and compose, to figure things out and have the control over one's whole body. The proof of greatness of the human mind is all around us; skyscrappers, gadgets, medicine, and institutions. The proof is all there, physical and concrete. But the most powerful state of the mind is imagination. Without

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A nice song that suits a certain... situation. I find it quite meaningful. Give it a try :) Video song with lyrics (read the lyrics if you can't catch what they sing)!

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HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2009!!!Get rich! Get fat! Be happy! It's good for health (I mean being happy).Have a Moo-tastic year!

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-41034479271416390802009-01-24T17:10:00.001+08:002009-01-24T17:10:01.126+08:00

Hah! I bet you didn't expect me doing this post, eh?I know I'm a banana, but I enjoy music in other languages too, you know? And this song is really sweet. Read the lyrics (there's English translation subtitle). The thing I don't like about this MV is that it has a depressing end. So don't suit the sweetness, don't you think? Enjoy...

Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428221531492920700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967177353175530732.post-11651293696994436952009-01-23T15:24:00.000+08:002009-01-23T15:24:00.911+08:00

I found this here. First happened to Avril Lavigne (who don't even dress or dance suggestively) and now Rihanna. If Malaysia is going to shut out all international artists because they "dress skimpily" or "dance suggestively" or "threaten our culture" even when they don't, Malaysia is going to live under a coconut shell for a very, very long time. They wouldn't even know what art is! We'll all be

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You'll never guess who composed this.When sweet memories flood my mind,My heart begin to flow with the flooding river,At the thought of kissing you;When you are very close to me.When I'm comfortable with you now.When we are getting even closer,My heart continue run even faster,Reaching to be first in the race,But the race is like never ending;Never reaching the ending line.When I try to reach you

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