<?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-6468052633965667884</id><updated>2011-12-26T18:06:48.703+08:00</updated><category term='songs'/><title type='text'>Just Joanne</title><subtitle type='html'>life.thoughts.experience</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-8278960347362568032</id><published>2011-12-21T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:18:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating...</title><content type='html'>Procrastinating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An exam to sit tomorrow but have yet studied and revised finish. It cost&amp;nbsp;like 180 for just one exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck. &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So going to study NOW. RIGHT NOW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;WAITING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6468052633965667884-8278960347362568032?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/8278960347362568032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=8278960347362568032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/8278960347362568032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/8278960347362568032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-2389315912278955870</id><published>2011-12-19T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:11:03.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my xxx dollars</title><content type='html'>And so... I bought 3 ear rings and 2 necklaces. There goes my 100 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... I bought a new longchamp bag. There goes my 180 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne, you are dead........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468052633965667884-2389315912278955870?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/2389315912278955870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=2389315912278955870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/2389315912278955870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/2389315912278955870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-goes-my-xxx-dollars.html' title='There goes my xxx dollars'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-313254156772432042</id><published>2011-12-18T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:11:59.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating</title><content type='html'>Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily enjoying my night and such spoiler msg or incident can just ruin my day. Nothing surprising, as this is something that has happened for the past few months. It's just simply irritating thts all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't calm myself over this thing. You just can't keep on telling me what to do. I think I know why I m mad. If u hav told me that face to face, I will still be fine with it. But through msg, sorry thts a bit rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468052633965667884-313254156772432042?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/313254156772432042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=313254156772432042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/313254156772432042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/313254156772432042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/irritating.html' title='Irritating'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-1437311838580990017</id><published>2011-12-08T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:46:27.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just a nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I woke up.....and....it was just a nightmare :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been x years. I don't regret for the decision I made at that time because I know the Lord will be faithful in this matter. And I believe He is still loving and blessing us even today. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That time, a lot of people around me told me a lot of things. Like Joanne, you should do this. Joanne, you should do that. Joanne, if he can't make the decision, you should be the one who make the decision. Joanne, you shouldn't do this. Joanne, you shouldn't do that. &lt;i&gt;ALRIGHT ENOUGH I GOT IT! I GOT IT OKAY? SO STOP!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked a lot of &lt;i&gt;what if......he will.....&lt;/i&gt;. I know him well enough that those &lt;i&gt;what if&lt;/i&gt; might end up as a nightmare for both of us. Although I did hoped that it won't happen, nightmare did happened and when that happened, I was lost. No one cares about how I feel. No one knows how strong I have to be just to make that one decision. How much have I been "lectured" by xxx and xxx and xxx even after everything ended. And even after all of those, why should xxx told my dad about it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad didn't scold me or say much to me, just shared with me his mum concern. I cried badly while my dad talked to me that night. I remembered clearly what is her concerns even until today. &lt;i&gt;Why is everyone doing this to me? This isn't fair to me. You all made and forced me to make this decision and I obeyed!!! BUT why do you still need to acknowledge my dad about it? Why must my dad hear from you about this? It wasn't fair. Yes, you know his parents and my parents, but why can't you just ask my permission before telling my dad?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, at that point of time, my dad loves me more than anything. His heart must have ache so much when I cried on the phone. I never ever once cried in front of my dad, that was the first time. I believed he prayed a lot for me before and after our conversation.&amp;nbsp;And...I kept this to myself. And what happen next, I was lost in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing things that I want and in my own ways. I love my best friends especially qm at that time because she knew how I felt and what situation am I in. She listened to me and understand all the pressure I am having.&amp;nbsp;Only she understand when I told her those "stories".&amp;nbsp;At the same time, he denied whatever I said even though I tried my best to explain. I explained, and it didn't went in. I tried telling him my dad called and mentioned about all those things, seriously hoping that he can understand my situation and feel for me. It never happened.&amp;nbsp;&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="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Can't deny if you had not jump to conclusion so fast at that time, things would have been different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Can't deny if you have asked or I have explained about those photos, things would have been different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Can't deny if xxxx hasn't send out that msg to me on behalf of you, I would not have been so pissed with the whole thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Can't deny if you had explain to me at that time, I would have reacted differently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were both hurt in the process. In different ways. We both hated each other. In different ways. Bad words came out from our mouth and that continued for some time. Some words were said and were forgotten, only the listener remembered as we didn't really mean what we said. And there's this few statement that hurts every time it was mentioned. Disappointment. Anger. Misunderstanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord was faithful. He never ever did gave up on me and yes, He still loves me. He called me back after I wandered around for few months. To make me realize that only Christ is the reality and I can't live a life without Him.&amp;nbsp;I believed that we both had grew in life, gained and experienced more of Christ after all these. :) Whether things will be different if I had not make that decision? I really don't know because I believe all the things that happened were part of God's arrangement. I trust that as long we give ourselves to the Lord, He surely will bless us and lead us through everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Lord Jesus!&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: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's 12.44am, I cant believe I am still awake. Friday's small group today! :) :)&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/6468052633965667884-1437311838580990017?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/1437311838580990017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=1437311838580990017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/1437311838580990017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/1437311838580990017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-was-just-nightmare.html' title='It was just a nightmare'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-971615720109701208</id><published>2011-12-06T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:09:37.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Best Friend - Jason Chen</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xxIr3dbOJxU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Do you remember when I said I'd always be there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since we were ten, baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;When we were out on the playground playing pretend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't know it back then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Now I realize you were the only one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's never too late to show it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Grow old together,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Have feelings we had before&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Back when we were so innocent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;I pray for all your love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Girl our love is so unreal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;I just wanna reach and touch you, squeeze you, somebody pinch me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;This is something like a movie&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;And I dont know how it ends girl&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;but I fell in love with my Best Friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Through all the dudes that came by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;And all the nights that you'd cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;I was there right by your side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;How could I tell you I loved you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;When you were so happy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;With some other guy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Now I realize you were the only one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's never too late to show it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Grow old together,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Have feelings we had before&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;When we were so innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;(Chorus)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it sounds crazy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;That you'd be my baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;But you mean that much to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;'Cause nothing compares when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;We're lighter than air and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;We don't wanna come back down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;But I don't wanna ruin what we have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Love is so unpredictable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;But it's the risk that I'm taking,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hoping, praying&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;You'd fall in love with your best friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;(Chorus) x2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;I remember when I said I'd always be there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since we were ten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;When we were out in the sandbox [playground] playing pretend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't know it back then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468052633965667884-971615720109701208?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/971615720109701208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=971615720109701208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/971615720109701208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/971615720109701208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friend-jason-chen.html' title='Best Friend - Jason Chen'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xxIr3dbOJxU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-8323039437561235231</id><published>2011-12-06T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:49:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist - My 5 Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5 Wants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Macbook Air 11 inch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="365" src="http://bindapple.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/apple-macbook-air.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A new Longchamp Bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dACULah-ZQ/Tt3Ec7TYqFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ybahZJ_vmEg/s1600/longchamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dACULah-ZQ/Tt3Ec7TYqFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ybahZJ_vmEg/s400/longchamp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. Charms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. iPad 2 White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Diamond Watch&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/6468052633965667884-8323039437561235231?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/8323039437561235231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=8323039437561235231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/8323039437561235231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/8323039437561235231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/wishlist-my-5-wants.html' title='Wishlist - My 5 Wants'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dACULah-ZQ/Tt3Ec7TYqFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ybahZJ_vmEg/s72-c/longchamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-5574453932098925839</id><published>2011-12-05T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:21:15.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>What if....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FdD6RMICpfg" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;What if there was no light&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing wrong, nothing right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;What if there was no time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And no reason, or rhyme&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;What if you should decide&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;That you don't want me there by your side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;That you don't want me there in your life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;What if I got it wrong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And no poem or song&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Could put right what I got wrong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Or make you feel I belong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;What if you should decide&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;That you don't want me there by your side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;That you don't want me there in your life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh that's right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Let's take a breath, jump over the side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh that's right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;How can you know it if you don't even try&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh that's right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Every step that you take&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Could be your biggest mistake&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;It could bend or it could break&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;But that's the risk that you take&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;What if you should decide&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;That you don't want me there in your life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;That you don't want me there by your side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh thats right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Let's take a breath, jump over the side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh that's right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;How can you know it when you don't even try&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh that's right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh thats right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Let's take a breath, jump over the side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh that's right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;You know that darkness always turns into light&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Oooooooh that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468052633965667884-5574453932098925839?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/5574453932098925839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=5574453932098925839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/5574453932098925839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/5574453932098925839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FdD6RMICpfg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-550782680889281948</id><published>2011-12-05T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:02:30.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/17/2010/11/lies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 336px;" src="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/17/2010/11/lies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you do not want to get caught telling lies, don't tell one in the first place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was mad over few things yesterday, and I was grateful that we had a conversation on phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did forgive you for whatever you said on YOUR blog. I trusted that you were confused that time when you made such a statement. it was few months back, so I tot you grew up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this morning seeing some photos around proved that you told a lie? Is it me or am I really sensitive? your being tactful means? tactful meaning...everything you said on the phone wasn't what you meant? each word and sentence you told me were LIES???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, but when I am confused whether a person is telling lies, I will choose to believe that that person is telling a lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad to say, but becoz of all these, after all these years...I grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if your relationship is built on lies, please do not do so on our friendship. Please...I beg you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6468052633965667884-550782680889281948?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/550782680889281948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=550782680889281948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/550782680889281948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/550782680889281948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/lies.html' title='lies'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468052633965667884.post-7673351266672984485</id><published>2011-12-05T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:13:42.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello December</title><content type='html'>hi world. deleted all my blog posts due to some spamming on my wall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new beginning, new start. its 5th Dec. hope its not too late to say " Hello December! :) "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your December, to all of you out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468052633965667884-7673351266672984485?l=princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/feeds/7673351266672984485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468052633965667884&amp;postID=7673351266672984485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/7673351266672984485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468052633965667884/posts/default/7673351266672984485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessjoanneyeau.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-december.html' title='Hello December'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01120482683516121602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
