because i ran out of pictures.

if you havent noticed by now, i have an elder sister named jessica loke ling xin, also known as jess, who just completed her stpm (she is not smarter than me lah of course). click here for her blog, her blog is crazy, like her, so if you dont bother reading, it's not okay. she is a coffee addict and thus, many thanks to the wonders of science, caffeine enabled me to be taller than jess.



how's the air down there jess? :D



but because i'm such a great, kind, generous, caring, nice, golden-hearted soul, i woke up this morning and before i think of dq or brush my teeth or wash my face, i decided to dedicate the last post on my blog for the year to jess, the queen king of evildom.



(she's just too manly wtf)

despite how harshly, brutally, and violently she exploits my fundamental human rights, i linked her up in my blog and helped her gained the post of head-prefect back in secondary school (ah, the great exertion and horrible hardship i went through begging my fellow friends to vote for jess). jess not only didnt link me up in her blog, she often steal entries from my blog to post in hers!

refer to:
copycat 1
copycat 2
copycat 3
copycat 4

but it's okay. i shall forgive her on the grounds that she worships me for being such a prolific writer in her equally sepet eyes. however, just like Helga in Hey Arnold!, she treats me with masculinity. she also refused to be associated with me in friendster. on top of that, she always threatens me and receive bribes in the form of starbucks coffee. and nothing else.

jo: jess, i got you coffee bean, starbucks is closed.
jess: WHAT?!! COFEE BEAN???!!

jo: *cringes* starbucks is closed :/
jess: oh yeah they close by 930 saturday.

jo: *i'm safe* :)
jess: I DONT FREAKING CARE! I WANT STARBUCKS STARBUCKS STARBUCKS!

jo: eh coffee bean not cheap okay!
jess: WHERE CAN PAY BACK WITH COFFEE BEAN WAN, LIKE YOU BORROW FROM PEOPLE US DOLLARS RETURN WITH RUPIAH!

-_________________-

alright, enough about jess. jess, you must be feeling so honoured. oh and i drew that adorable picture of jess although she always claimed that i'm fat and ugly :( oh how she crushed my fragile confidence.

it's new year's eve!

unfortunately i wont be celebrating because of the exams. but anyway, considering i change my blog layout and address every year, i decided i should do the same this year. last year's address was joanness-ii.blogspot.com. does that mean next year's should be joanness-iv.blogspot.com?

but it's such a bore.

i should change it along with my layout. also, i always wanted to take away my cbox because then i can keep comments but i know people seldom bother to. maybe i'll take it down anyway. another idea is to insert a link at the end of every of my post to show how much i have grown in a year.

will see some changes soon.

i had this mindset that i dont wish people good luck because i have this mindset that if you wish people good luck you'll give your luck away. thus, i only get wished and wish people all the best. the following day, i found out wishing people all the best is worse because you're wishing people to be the best. giving your best away what not. the end.

all the good in finals. ;)

i'm sometimes amazed and annoyed by how judges tend to write their judgements in great length and it seems like the more complicated they phrase their oh-so-english terms, the more canggih they perceive their judgements to be. a simple statement like "the plaintiff asked the defendant whether he would like to have lunch but the defendant refused" would sound something like:

in this particular case, it is understood that the plaintiff, hereinafter known as A, on the 23rd day of december, in the year 2007, at approximately 11.45am, initiated the invitation seeking the consent and agreement of the defendant, hereinafter known as Z, to sit in one table with A and A alone to feast on a noon meal. consequently, Z shook his head, unequivocally implicating without slight incomprehensibility his utter rejection, that he, in fact, had no intention whatsoever to feast because apparently he was, inter alia, "on a strict diet and a tight budget".

chapter 4 and 5 of pgl is the most boring thing i've ever came across. if i could die of boredom i would have been well dead and happy in heaven even if i were a cat with 9000 lives.

there are more dead than live people in melaka.
--anonymous

remember more than one year ago i blogged a post about how trains are analogous to bgr's? if you dont, and want to read it, click here. the first few paragraphs are crap. feel free to omit.

if two person in a relationship are like genes, i must have been the recessive one.

another thought occurred to me, credits to dq. i think that two person in a relationship is like living in the same house. and the house is one gained with sincerity and love. when the foundation is wrecked, that house is just not a home anymore.

i believe that, when a relationship comes to an end, it doesnt always have to be bitter. sure, gradually the house doesnt seem all new and exciting anymore, it gets more run down, the sink goes bad, the flusher dont work anymore, the paint fades, the walls crack, and the owner starts to drift apart, no more meals together, no more telly night, no more goodbye kisses and eventually the two people leave the house in its sad, old, gray state.

usang.

or at least, one person leaves, leaving the other to take all the ruins in. the frustrating thing about it is that the house, cannot be a home with only the wish of one person. but, when we leave that house, we should fix things, mend things, try to make it as well and dandy as it first were, so no one would have to leave in a state of anger, hatred and discontentment.

some people leave, some people stay, some people cant let go, some people are too insecure to leave, some people leave but come back to visit often, have tea or something. but apparently, even after everything is ironed out, it just isnt enough.

why must you pack up everything and leave forever? i tried to find a speck of your dust, or that beard you shaved off that morning you left, or that piece of bread crumb you dropped when you laughed when i put salt in your coffee. i went around with a microscope searching for just one miserable piece your dead cell, but all i found, see and have is nothing but memories.
--anonymous

no more emo jo.

李圣杰 手放开

我把自己关起来只留下一个阳台
每当天黑推开窗我对着夜幕发呆
看着往事一幕一幕
再次演出你我的爱
我把电视机打开听着别人的对白
也许那些故事可以给我一个交代
你要的爱我学不来
眼睁睁看情变坏人怔怔看情感概

不能给你未来我还你现在
安静结束也是另一种对待
当眼泪流下来伤已超载
分开也是另一种明白

cant give you the future,
i shall give you now in return,
when the tears fall,
the grief and pain is already unbearable,
breaking up is another kind of understanding.

我给你
最后的疼爱是手放开
不要一张双人床中间隔着一片海
感情的污点就留给时间慢慢漂白
把爱收进胸前左边口袋

my last affection to you is letting go (of your hands),
dont want an ocean existing in the middle of a double bed,
the defects of our emotions and relationship
shall be left to fade with time,
keep our love in your left shirt pocket.

最后的疼爱是手放开
不想用言语拉扯所以选择不责怪
感情就像候车月台有人走有人来
我的心是一个站牌写着等待

the final affection is letting go (of your hands),
dont want to prolong arguement with words
thus choose not to blame,
relationship is like a platform at the train station
people come and people go,
my heart is like a "waiting" signboard.

我把收音机打开听着别人的失败
啃咽的声音仿佛诉说着相同悲哀
你的依赖还在胸怀
我无法轻易推开我无法随便走开
感情中专心的人容易被伤害

in relationships, attentive people easily get hurt

one of those days again.

one of those days with a mellow milky way of thoughts in the galaxy of my mind, yet i cant find the right words to express. the words they reach the tips of my fingers and come to a halt.

memories are better left sweet. memories are bittersweet. often, we try to keep the sweet memories, but we cant help recalling the bad ones. i think that one of the worst heartaches is when you used to have sweet times and all that is left now is a tone of nothingness and you try to fix it but you cant. and you compare how things were and how things are now and your hurt inside silently. talking about how things change makes sweet memories bitter. memories are better left alone. to stay sweet, they way they're supposed to be. kwanyi told me once, dont cry because it's over, smile because it happened.

if you could erase all your memories, would you do it?

wounds become scars which can never be erased. like how when a paper is violently scribbled on with a pencil, we try to rub the stains away, the way we try to heal, but no matter how much we rub or clean or wipe away, there is always a scar, a mark, like a scratch in the paper, the paper is spoilt, no longer perfect, and will never be. we always try to cover it up, fill the scratch with something happy, something new, but it is always there, that once upon a time.

we try to hide it, the way we paste a plaster on our wounds or the way we hide them with our clothes, so that it is sheltered from further harm. people might not see it but the pain is still there, because the pain radiates like a burning ray of sunlight from the inside.

just like how we sometimes try to hide the way we feel so hard but it comes back again and again on the inside. and people are afraid of getting hurt. people will become defensive, protective and they will reserve that one small spot to be selfish, to care ultimately for themselves. when that sheer layer of trust you have towards the world is torn, that little spark of hope, that glitter of faith, when it's all corrupted and contaminated, you'll start to appreciate being childish and you'll realize how true greenday was. the innocence will never last.

"my tattered paper heart has bled"

maybe if i grew my hair abit longer i can start storing things in it like marge simpson.

i miss warm water.

the other day when i was feeling all environmentalistish, i realized how much air-con mmu uses. imagine the total amount of CFC emitted per day. it cannot be helped. and that's mmu alone.

(oh ya, envinronmental-friendly)

sum up all the varsities in malaysia alone, by 2020 you can consider the birth of the extinction of the existence of natural death wtf. i'm confused and confusing. man i feel like confucious.

anyway, i came up with a solution.

i tried googling for the components of CFC but i couldnt find anything and my brain refuses to recall chemistry. sometimes memories are better left alone to be kept sweet.

wow, i'm getting better with quotes.

anyway (why do i keep digressing), CFC means, well, tough. okay. C is 6 e. F is. 3? so. 4 and 1 and 4. so. it's some, i dont know. i forgot. the, sharing one? i damn cannot make it lah. -__-

let's just skip the science.

my idea is that, we should build all that (what you call it) air-con ventilator thing, aiya the stupid fan thing lah you always see sticking out from the walls of houses, in a room.

these.

as in, connect your air-conditioner to these, located in a room. will that trap the CFC? okay, that is a very simple thought but then again, can we alter the CFC into something else?

something useful and usable.

example, i dont know, something so acidic it can burn away rubbish? then we'll throw rubbish into that room and wait for them to vanish into thin air. at the same time we can eradicate CFC.

kill two birds with one stone!!

i'm definitely getting better at these wise-sayings. alright, i should get going before i annoy myself. let me come up with just one more. marry christmas for a merry christmas! :D

okay that was lame.

joanne loke looking retro.

i swear i (thought i) had a long list of things to ramble about during my 5 days mid term test hiatus but now that i come down to it i feel plain and drained. writer's block, perhaps.

definitely maybe.

though, i've always wanted to blog about (what'd you call it) predictability? you know how some song lyrics are just so predictable you can practically sing the last line before ever hearing it?

(aiya got wan lah i cannot recall only)

anyway, i've been saving bits and pieces of conversations in my head which shows the most unpredictable things people say. you know how you can always predict what people want to say?

rishi: of course la no!
mahen: whatever makes you happy.
mark: my god! (his god sounds more like gat)
amirul: eh, what's this la!
alex: pochini! (or however you spell it)

here's to its contrary:

amirul and jeff joined the toastmasters commitee.

amirul: hey, remember they said during the meeting we didnt have to buy the T-shirt?
jeff: ya! and what's this man, the shirt is twenty bucks!
amirul: i know right, twenty bucks! have you even seen the shirt?
jeff: nope
amirul: of course lah no! even i havent seen it!

general principles of law II class:

sir: however, no whipping will be imposed on women. what will happen if whipping were to be imposed of women?
joanne: (hmm, she'll probably die of pain)
sir: the prison will be? very noisy. aaa here, aaa there, allah, mampoi lah.

yumcha.

rishi: why you asking me for FOS coupons?
joanne: because you worked there before?
rishi: no, i worked in FOC, full of chicks! ;)
mahen: FOC?
rishi: ya, full of chicks man!
mahen: what you worked in ayamas?

lunch.

jeff: jo you so smart!
mahen: why are you jealous?
jeff: yup! but my jealousy gives birth to inspiration.
mahen: so your jealousy is pregnant?
jeff: yes!
mahen: *laughs hysterically*
joanne: -___-
rishi: what happened?
jeff: joanne and i are having a baby!
amirul: what??
jeff: i'm having a baby and joanne's the mother! the baby's name is inspiration.
joanne: (i almost died of disbelief zwtf)

breakfast at din's.

for whatever reason, my friends are very proud of their hometowns. so we know each other's hometown like the back of our hands. mark tawau, amirul putrajaya, david tampin, rishi melaka, mahen johor, etc.

this is the most ridiculous one.

amirul, guy from putrajaya, was pretty cranky that morning. he flipped through the federal constitution (a little book of rules) and said this:

"...and the federal territories shall be kuala lumpur, putrajaya, and labuan. you hear that? PU. TRA. JA. YA. do you see melaka? NO. you see tawau? NO. so fuck melaka, fuck tawau, fuck tampin, fuck johor..."

deviantart.com

i am glad to hereby declare that my days of laundry struggle are finally over. despite having occasional one hour laundry sessions, i no longer feel the need to rely on the launderette.

or as we call it, kedai dobi.

i used to have this mindset about people who go to the launderette, that they are lazy brats who dont know how to wash their clothes so i used to hesitate depending on the launderette.

what if people see?

they'll think i'm lazy. :( malunya, i can wash myself! another reason i refused to go to the launderette was because i carried my clothes there once but it was closed without prior notice.

so i emo-ed the shop for three months.

recently i figured out that people who go to the launderette aren't exactly lazy spoilt brats. they arent much different from people who actually have a washing machine in their apartment.

how i wish i had one.

i have to say, going to the launderette still requires some level of exertion. it's not easy carrying your clothes to the launderette, waiting for them to be done and carrying them back.

i guess you get what you give.

after all, RM4 for 5 days of clothing isn't alot. especially when the exam season is here, i think it's okay for you to go to the launderette instead of spending an hour like me.

stop the discrimination today!

I'M FINALLY 17!!!

legal to drive. one step closer to credit card, cinema, bars, liquor, rokok, etc. not like i'm anticipating. *blinks* i figured my blog has been far too long deprived of useful information.

as if this post is gonna be useful information wtf -_-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADRIAN LIM!!

shad's cookie monster.

turned 18 on the 22nd of november 2007, adrian lim vee yew, also known as cookie monster, is a boring, calm-as-a-cat person. miao. how can a monster be calm and boring -___- i dont know what else to write liao. miao. oh. he used to like a cheerleader but he would rather penknife himself to death than admit the obvious fact. so obvious lah. -___-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL!!

joel climbed out the window.

turned 18 on the 30th november 2007, joel gan jeremiah was my high school sweetheart. cheapest-skate (refer to here), most annoying brat (jo you period? dont go swimming, later the whole pool red! hahahahahaha), dumberest bodoh (remember the time you imitated bruce lee and split your pants? and the time you destroyed the picagari with a lidi -___-), idiotic partner in crime (threw lighted matches at each other), biggest cheat ever albeit abit lousy (remember you almost got caught once?), yet funniest (why buy porn when i can make porn?), cutest, sweetest (motor to my house with overnight party food which gave me diarrhea and did seventeen magazine quizzes with me under my bed), hottest bitch i've ever loved. everyone used to say we would end up getting married. if it happens i'll die of high blood pressure before i'm 40 the second day of marriage. here's to the old poems we wrote.

Joanne by Joel

dear joanne,
you look like an ant,
sometimes like man,
i wonder when?
you be woman?

you very farny,
macam my nanny,
give me money,
you smelly belly.

joanne gemuk,
tidak kurus,
muka remuk,
tidak lurus.

joanne eat shit,
for her is meat,
joanne kiss floor,
and she want more.

joanne very fugly,
macam Bob Marley,
joanne not cute,
she better when she mute!!

Joel by Joanne.

you stupid pornstar wannabe,
meanie always teasing me,
cheapo so kiam and so stingy,
taj curry house your 'delicacy'.

your muscles ain't firm,
you always spread germs,
you're bloating up fattie,
i advice eat salad only.

you're a big black meanie,
call logan christmas tree,
everyday watch movie,
eat, shit, no study.

and i'm still your friend,
form 1 till the very end,
all the best and like i say,
i'm always a phone call away.

p/s i miss you stupid.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIA VIN!!

mami sek ;)

turned 18 on the 1st of december 2007, kia vin (kai) is the guy every girl wants (what's echoing in my head: lolololol), tendency to wear round neck T's with a big chinese character. le4, chun1, etc. currently studying in HELP, probably majoring in psychology in the not-so-near future. drives a wira, quite full of himself, occasionally hot-tempered, caring and tall. i love kia vin (and his leg hair forest) to bits. dont mess with him.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TING YU!!

turned 18 on the 2nd of december 2007, ong ting yu, also known as cheeky or ongkimon in lower secondary school. okay, i dont have any picture of ting yu but i swear i'm still keeping the original sketch of ongkimon in kk. oh, ting yu gave me my first ever cell phone which was then destroyed by jess. thanks jess, you just had to do that. ting yu's sweet.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME!!

turned 17 on the 3rd of december 2007, loke yi hua joanne, also known as the self-obsessed author of joanness, yours truly, girl who is muttering thy words thou are reading (did any of that make sense wtf) is finally still a minor. joanne wants to give a big shout out to

IIMK AND DAVID for the chocolates.

RISHI AND ALEX
for the prisoner's socks from soxworld :D

YEOH DA QIANG for my dream cow.

JEFFREY ONG
for lunch.

MUHARRAM for gatal, the great big dog.

SIRAJ KUMAR for siraj.

LENARD LEE
for durex play lubricant.

and

SHAD, VARU, NAD,
RISHI, MAHEN, MARK,
ALEX, AMIRUL, ZAKWAN ETC
for happy birthday to you

last but not least :)))

my lovely housemates: CHI YUEN, SUI JING, YAN SHAN, EVAN, AND XIN YI for cornering me, singing me the song, a kiss each, and hell of a miniature party in mori's (siraj came) with a cake that says on the left GROW UP JO. with an obvious face on the right. and above the face, a not so obvious peace sign, and below the face, an uncomprehensible...

mustache.

i left out some pictures because i deleted them. if you're wondering why muharram got me that larger than life dog, he didnt. it was for someone else but she's not here in malacca.

THANKS FOR THE WISHES!!

thanks to ross, weng you and sze luan for calling, thanks to mum, dad, joel, kwanyi, lesles, kiavin, dq, benjamin, jean, fit, rishi, and lenard for making it at 12. and jess at 1am plus -__-

her brain slow by an hour lololol.

adrian, yungie, ying, chin yin, agnes, edmund, serene, nishaa, etc. some time ago, i figured no point wishing at 12am since almost none of us was born at 12am. but then again, it's the thought that counts.

lastly, thanks to the rest from pl03 and 4.

no i'm not being biased, the fact is that i'm not known in any other group (lololol). but then again i think we've been here long enough to have scandals. i might as well be our gossip girl. *wink*

xoxo,
loke yi hua. -_-

toothpastefordinner.

hello world! okay i know i haven't been updating for some time (5 days only lah wtf) because it's mid term and i've been procrastinating all my assignments so i'm really busy right now.

THANKS FOR THE WISHES!

joanne loves you to bits. shall blog soon. with birthday wishes and pictures and specific thanks. i deleted the pictures of my birthday gifts in my phone thinking i transfered them into my laptop.

i'm so delusional.