<?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-13356376</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:00:40.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoAnnE...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-5937958594622654392</id><published>2007-10-05T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:46:58.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>From my experience, some people are really not worth to be kept as friends. Be it a lie or real, one yr had almost pass and I've yet to receive my money. It is not about the sum, it small and is only $200. This $200 really shows alot of things, friendship gone. I will open my eye in further in making friends, silent and keep quiet about the money isn't the right attitude. I just feel foolish to fall into the trap, lucky is only S$200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I msn/msg you asking when are is she going to return the money to me, she choose not to reply. When she borrow the money from me, I went all the way to look for an UOB ATM when I'm outside shopping inorder to transfer the money to you. This is all I get from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not rich, I need money too. I need money for my hse renovation, traditional wedding and honeymood, this $200 is not much but is still my hardearn money. Money I get from staying up late to go thru my company policy and working on reports. Money I dun even wan to spend on myself juz becos my wedding is on the way. I lent them to you and this is what I get when I ask you for it. Close friend tell me that I dun need to get my money back, maybe is true..... I still hope that what I hear from ppl is nt true.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-5937958594622654392?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/5937958594622654392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/5937958594622654392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-4655600854148234983</id><published>2007-08-21T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:22:43.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPPY BiRThDaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HaPPy BiRtHDaY To AiDen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-4655600854148234983?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4655600854148234983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4655600854148234983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday.html' title='HaPPY BiRThDaY'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-2913326759688230453</id><published>2007-08-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:33:22.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Marriage Symptom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno what's wrong with me, I'm suffering from pre-marriage symptom.  I think most of the people regardless of males or females will suffer from this pre-marriage symptom, starting to feel unsure and shaky about my stand. I keep asking myself these questions... Will I be happy? Is he the one? Will he hurt me in future? Will things go well for us? Will we quarrel? Can we commit ourselves? Can I just live with him without my parents by my side? Can I be mature enough to face all the difficulties in front of us? Houseworks, bills, car loan, meals, house loan, insurance....... can we handle ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Think I'm just a fool asking myself these questions, if i'm uncertain, why are we still together for almost 5 years. He is part of my life and I'm wondering am I part of his life. Marriage life is a uncertain future ahead and I'm sure Aiden feel the uncertainty too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-2913326759688230453?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2913326759688230453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2913326759688230453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/08/pre-marriage-symptom.html' title='Pre Marriage Symptom'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-4420790421683250706</id><published>2007-07-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:03:01.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's a dull and rainy Sunday with only Me and Tinky at home and he is sitting just right below my chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm supposed to go Seng Kang with Aiden to alter my ring size, it's too tight for me. Thinking of the cool weather, it's so good to laze at home and not doing anything. I still have 2 months to alter the ring and do my shopping. Right now, I'm thinking of what to do with the chalet that we booked on 28 Sept 2007 and how to celebrate Aiden's birthday. I had already given him a great present 2 months ago, i dun have to do any present hunting anymore but I'm afraid he will deny tt the present is meant for his bd and demand another one.... cunning fellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We have sent our application to ballot for Jurong flat, hopefully we can get a flat and a good quene no too. If we didn't get a flat this time, think we really have to buy resale flat. Time will be wasted on job hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really cannot imagine that we are planning for our wedding, it's like a dream. 4 years ago, we spent our time in school and shopping at Orchard Road, still considered Teenagers at tt time and right now, we will be pronounced husband and wife in 2 months time at ROM office. I dun remember how much quarrels we had and how many times I use the words "let's end this relationship". Countless of patch and break till we decided to tie the knot. Countless of walk off too........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yest we went Ikea at Queensway to buy some kitchen utensils for our future home. Although we haven even cfm whether there will be flat available, we just buy the stuffs to prepare first. We dun want to burden ourselves with kitchen's shopping when our flat comes. We saw a couple quarrelling at the cross road junction and the gal walked off without the guy. The guy also walked off in another direction but turn back to chase the girl after 2 mins, but the traffic lights turn to red man at tt point of time. After that we saw the guy searching for the gal at Queensway shopping centre. If wanna search for the gal muz well follow the gal initially when she walked off, what for turn the other direction and walk off ( serve the guy right). Aiden will only chase me during the 1st yr in our relationship after first yr, he oso hack care le.... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I no longer walk off cos I dun carry my Ezlink card around.... haha  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-4420790421683250706?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4420790421683250706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4420790421683250706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/07/raining-sunday.html' title='Raining Sunday'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-2003772354628172204</id><published>2007-06-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T07:21:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have worked for my current company for 2 months already, I still cannot get use to the system here. The person who are supposed to handover to me is not doing a good job at all. She is giving me bits and pieces of the picture and expect me to piece everything back myself. The colleagues here are unfriendly at all, if is not for the money, I already left this company long ago. I always have no luck in finding good job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Women who are getting married should be very xin fu but I feel nothing at all. It's only preparation for ROM only and I'm already so stress up. I have not found any bridal shop that can customise my ROM dress and I have not secure a date for ROM also, hope we can get the date we want. Flat hunting was also very tiring, we took half day leave going to HDB ending up having no flat at all. Those that we want are fully booked and those leftover one are low level. We have no luck in finding 5rms flat and end up looking for executive one instead. It's more expensive and hope less people will want executive flat. Hope this coming Oct selective will be a better one with more flats of good location in Jurong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-2003772354628172204?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2003772354628172204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2003772354628172204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-3894637561938490550</id><published>2007-05-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:47:21.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CaNt BrEath...</title><content type='html'>Suddenly my heart feel so heavy and my body so tire... I'm suffocating &amp; dying soon...Everything just come back to me like it use to be. Think I'm falling sick again.&lt;br /&gt;My right eye is red in colour, I dun think is my contact lenses. I feel so weak, I'm going to be down with flu soon. I drag myself to work today, it was raining so heavily. How I wish it's a sat... In JC, I used to play guardian and angel. My guardian angel will drop me a note every week. Although I'm not suppose to find out who my guardian angel is but I find out who tt person is in the end. Is there really a guardian angel in reality who will secretly protect us? If there's, think my angel is just as lazy as me. I always believe that there will be sunshine after a heavy down pour. That was a belief and will never come true in reality. After every down pour I will only see darky cloudy sky and the rain would start to pour fron sky again. I always ask myself what have I done to deserve all the unlucky things and when will there be sunshine for me. I start to lose faith in myself and lost confident in evrything I do. I slow down my pace, waiting for good things to happen on me and not fighting for what I want. Even if I fight, will I get what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-3894637561938490550?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/3894637561938490550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/3894637561938490550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-breath.html' title='I CaNt BrEath...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-6003035399297402616</id><published>2007-05-14T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:06:31.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In camp Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aiden needs to attend in camp training for this week and I'm left alone. There' good and bad, good is I got more freedom and bad is no driver to fetch me home from work.&lt;br /&gt;I just requested my GST rebate package to be credited into my bank account. It's only $200, better than nothing but think I will be paying more than $200 for GST after the 2% increment. Think I must write a list of what I wanna get before GST increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-6003035399297402616?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6003035399297402616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6003035399297402616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-camp-training.html' title='In camp Training'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-6115558894258128782</id><published>2007-05-13T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:30:55.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not A Princess.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not a princess but I'm someone's darling and child. I also have parents to dote on me and I'm someone's grand daughter too.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come from a wealthy family but doen't mean I don't deserve a grand wedding. I didn't ask for much, but just a memorable wedding that I can remember till I die. Is every girls dream and not just mine too... Am I so worthless that I don't desrve one? I cannot sleep at all, not even after one glass of red wine. Today is Mother's Day and I think my mom would be sad if she know about what happen... I shant tell her, I have given her enough trouble, I shant let her worry about me. I'm old enough to handle my own stuff. I didn' ask for a five star grand wedding and why must you say such hurting words and compare with ur grand daughter. I hate comparison and I'm sure Aiden don't wish to be compare also. I know ur future grand son-in-law is very rich and he can afford 5 star hotel wedding, I din even compare mine to them and I din even ask for that... Why must you say such nasty thing to me, I lost all respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;Ur daughter deserve something good although I'm not ur daughter but I'm my mom dearest too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever joy and happiness are all gone. I don't know how to carry on the wedding planning anymore. Thought wedding planning should be full of happiness but I don't feel it at all. What must I suffer the same fate as my mom and what did I do to deserve all that treatment.Thanks for the propose but all happinese are gone now, I really do not know what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-6115558894258128782?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6115558894258128782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6115558894258128782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-not-princess.html' title='I&apos;m not A Princess.....'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-6967935858578671126</id><published>2007-05-12T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:31:31.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blackberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is the first time I blog from a PDA phone. I'm so happy, my company just provided me with a blackberry handheld with unlimited GPRS... Keke Even Aiden also envy me, I can go online anytime and anywhere LOL&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this phone is to work 24/7 but I doubt I will...&lt;br /&gt;Now still waiting for my mom to trim my hair for me. That Aiden said after lunch come back, bluff me one, now already 4pm. Lucky I dun feel like going out today. Just feel like going JP for dinner and buy dry food for Tinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-6967935858578671126?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6967935858578671126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6967935858578671126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-blackberry.html' title='My new blackberry'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-6936928158401346253</id><published>2007-05-09T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:31:56.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AiMLeSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm feeling very aimless nowadays, I don't know which direction to head to. I don't whether I have this feeling due to my current job. I keep having negative thoughts. People keep saying I have everything and I should be contended with my life now. But why am I not contended with my life, is my expectation too high till me myself also cannot meet my own expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards my job, I'm feeling aimless. I don't where I am now. I just know that I''m standing at the cross road junction like a lost kitten, hoping someone will lead me to the right track. Actually, I should be happy that I get to serve net at work and my workload so manageable that I've so much free time. This is the only way I can comfort myself... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues, not just one and I used 's', told me that they had been 'suay' ever since they stepped into the company. One of my colleague suffered skin allegy due to dust mite that is in the air and chair of my company, she get knocked on her head and suffered an one inch cut. Another of my colleague even worst...she fail her module, her bf break up with her and her grandma died. The other one suffered from diarrhoea and suffered alot due to her pregnancy. They are talking about the next one is me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything to happen to me.... please don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf just proposed to me and I dont want anything to happen to this relationship. This relationship is something I really fought for to keep things going and I hope history wont repeat. Somehow or rather I feel insecure and uncertain after Aiden propose. Is this the pre-rom sympton that I'm suffering? I wish to be happy for the rest of my life, I've suffered enough of down in my life, I just hope that for the rest of my life later on will only be up.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty comes when I see my colleague left with few hundred in the bank. Every month end, she got to pay for childcare fee, doctor fee for her kids and the remainder left for herself was not even enough to survive till her next pay.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a flat for ourselves means that I cannot be yaya anymore. I cannot happily quit my job when I want to take a rest. I must be mature and weigh pros and cons if I wish to take a break off work. I must save up for renovation, wedding dinner all and all the other expenses. This will mean saving drop. No more branded stuff, no more good food, limitation to clothes etc.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a flat is not as easy as I think it was. I thought CPF got enough money to pay for everything then I wont have to worry. Even now CPF gt enough money, there is no flat which I like at all. When can I have my own nest....with a dog and hubby (This make a healthy family)LOL Think Aiden will kill me if he see this. Then I will tell him.... I WANT ANOTHER DOG. I can justify my want.... wahahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-6936928158401346253?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6936928158401346253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6936928158401346253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/05/aimless.html' title='AiMLeSS'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-1350635827022531494</id><published>2007-05-01T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:58:06.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE ProPosE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;27 April 2007 is a special day for me, I dunno whether this day mean anything to Aiden cos he choosen this date to propose to me. I'm really surprise and shock, I really did not expect a simple gathering at Sembawang Yatch Club mean so much to me....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I reached the place, the waitress just direct us to a table beside the sea and the waitress was smiling at us cunningly. I feel uneasy initially but I didn't sense any wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The place was quite romantic but quite a number of mosquitoes are sucking my blood. I was asked to accompany Aiden's friend gf to toilet. I felt funny initially cos why do I have to accompany her to the toilet when I wasn't even high tide but I did not suspect anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After i came back from the toilet and return to my seat, a model plane flew up from my seat with a note "Will you marry me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rjc5hyR9xAI/AAAAAAAAADY/1Z1TctwBeAo/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059575958969631746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rjc5hyR9xAI/AAAAAAAAADY/1Z1TctwBeAo/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The background music is I do Cherish from 98 Degree. After the plane fly in, the waitress walk up to my seat with precious moment figurine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rjc8_iR9xBI/AAAAAAAAADg/0xHHuv4rFvU/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059579768605623314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rjc8_iR9xBI/AAAAAAAAADg/0xHHuv4rFvU/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the waitress walk in with the figurine, Aiden kneel down and present me with the flowers, bear and ring. I cried..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I oso dunno why I cry when I know he eventually will propose but is a matter of time. I really appreciate his effort and feel his love for me.&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/13356376-1350635827022531494?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/1350635827022531494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/1350635827022531494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/05/propose.html' title='ThE ProPosE'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rjc5hyR9xAI/AAAAAAAAADY/1Z1TctwBeAo/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-7781801493305418316</id><published>2007-05-01T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:58:07.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PrAwN FiShInG WiTh TiNkY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is the first time we brought Tinky out ever since we brought him back from the pet shop. He did a very silly action in the car, he farted.... keke He polluted the car with his german gas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everyone was like asking who is the one who fart? I was the one who carry him on my lap and the smell is from him...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcBRCR9w5I/AAAAAAAAACg/siks-i2zusU/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059514098555667346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcBRCR9w5I/AAAAAAAAACg/siks-i2zusU/s320/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcBrCR9w6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Mc7nechPyE4/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059514545232266146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcBrCR9w6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Mc7nechPyE4/s320/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tinky looking so happy in the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I must tell the whole world that someone stolen our prawns. We caught a total of 4 prawns during the first hour and in the end our net got stolen. Kao! Dunno who is tt idiot who did that, he or she better get choke by the prawns he solen from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcEziR9w8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/iN0OCpGzTlc/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059517989796037570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcEziR9w8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/iN0OCpGzTlc/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcEzSR9w7I/AAAAAAAAACw/pQ6dMZm03Qs/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059517985501070258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcEzSR9w7I/AAAAAAAAACw/pQ6dMZm03Qs/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tinky start to look bored and he refuse to look at the camera.... so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059519651948381138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcGUSR9w9I/AAAAAAAAADA/pU8_7mVg7sQ/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aiden must be thinking who stole his prawns....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcGUiR9w-I/AAAAAAAAADI/sS0V7puu2GM/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059519656243348450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcGUiR9w-I/AAAAAAAAADI/sS0V7puu2GM/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcGUyR9w_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/lhpcq6ZlQJY/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059519660538315762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcGUyR9w_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/lhpcq6ZlQJY/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We left after 2 hrs without any catch. $25 just wasted for nothing but we have another hr left to go back anytime for the prawn fishing. Think if we go NTUC and use that $75 to buy prawns, we can buy a few kg of tiger prawns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-7781801493305418316?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/7781801493305418316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/7781801493305418316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/05/prawn-fishing-with-tinky.html' title='PrAwN FiShInG WiTh TiNkY'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RjcBRCR9w5I/AAAAAAAAACg/siks-i2zusU/s72-c/DSC00812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-4138681200787066921</id><published>2007-04-02T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:02:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PooR BaBy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mom stepped on Baby today, Baby give a very sharp bark and step back.... So sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After mom stepped on Baby, I find Baby limping. He refused to let us carry him and for the rest of the day he sat at one location quietly. He didnt bother to walk at all. When I throw a ball, he didnt bother to catch at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Should I take him to the vet and let the vet examine him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-4138681200787066921?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4138681200787066921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4138681200787066921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/04/poor-baby.html' title='PooR BaBy'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-3830400407796731226</id><published>2007-03-31T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:58:08.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaThInG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first time we bath for baby and trim his fur for him. The cutting of fur was not that difficult, he sat very still while having his fur cut. Think he scare that we will cut him accidentally... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg84KR1zvzI/AAAAAAAAABw/X0yUO6Fz5dA/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048315456544554802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg84KR1zvzI/AAAAAAAAABw/X0yUO6Fz5dA/s320/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg84gB1zv0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BN900nGseX0/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048315830206709570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg84gB1zv0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BN900nGseX0/s320/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg842R1zv1I/AAAAAAAAACA/wJ2HmtK116M/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048316212458798930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="254" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg842R1zv1I/AAAAAAAAACA/wJ2HmtK116M/s320/DSC00787.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg85Wh1zv2I/AAAAAAAAACI/UkOXoUZxRqI/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048316766509580130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg85Wh1zv2I/AAAAAAAAACI/UkOXoUZxRqI/s320/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg855h1zv3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ipwPjjzmSt8/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048317367805001586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg855h1zv3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ipwPjjzmSt8/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-3830400407796731226?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/3830400407796731226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/3830400407796731226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/03/bathing.html' title='BaThInG'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Rg84KR1zvzI/AAAAAAAAABw/X0yUO6Fz5dA/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-8761970292902448166</id><published>2007-03-29T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:34:58.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AdaPt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Baby has been together with us for six days already and he still have not learn how to poo and pee at the right place. He made everyone of us so busy and tire. Once he poo or pee at a place, we will have to clean up the place. It's really alot of work, we still have to dig his ear every three days and bath him every week. Every few hours, we got to clean up his tears stain for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really a cute doggie, everyone in my family love him very much. Even my dad let him lick his foot. Initially when we bought him home, dad was very angry with everyone of us and his face black as charcoal and refuse to talk to us for a few days. The first day was the worst, baby cry and bark for the whole night and everyone in the house didnt sleep well because of him and dad asked him better to zip his mouth on the second night. Think baby really understand human language and the second night he was very quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Baby is getting very notti too. He just walk around the living room and dare not go into the bedroom during the first day, now he run round the whole hse and even chase me and my sis everytime we have a bowl in our hand. He also learnt how to catch ball within 1 day. He is really a clever and adorable dog. Times really pass very fast with him around and I feel happier with his company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The only bad thing with having a dog in the hse is the doggy smell. My whole hse has his smell no matter how many times we mop the floor and clean up his cage. I think my body has the smell too and scare when I walk past other dog, they will jump on me... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm going  to ask Aiden to drive me to Seletar Farm Mart to buy doggie clothes, my friend said can buy online but I not sure if I buy online the size will fit baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-8761970292902448166?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/8761970292902448166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/8761970292902448166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/03/adapt.html' title='AdaPt'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-6511125445243616635</id><published>2007-03-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:58:09.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BaBy MalTese Called BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RgnWpB1zvyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wl4Z56wt58k/s1600-h/P3260004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046800857802456866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RgnWpB1zvyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wl4Z56wt58k/s320/P3260004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RgnWch1zvxI/AAAAAAAAABc/gUXiWAbLFq0/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-6511125445243616635?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/6511125445243616635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=6511125445243616635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6511125445243616635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/6511125445243616635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-baby-maltese-called-baby.html' title='My BaBy MalTese Called BABY'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RgnWpB1zvyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wl4Z56wt58k/s72-c/P3260004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-831796828790039817</id><published>2007-03-19T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T03:02:11.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My sister wanna rear a dog at home. She has been begging daddy for it for a few months already but daddy dun give a damn bout her... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest, we went to the pet shop and saw a very cute baby doggie which cost $1600. Mum said it's too expensive and asked us to empty the coin barrel to see how much we have inside. The barrel contain $1000 plus worth of coins. That small barrel only half filled contain $1000 worth of coins, it's amazing. After counting the money, we only took out $650 and the rest of the coins we put back into the barrel. Aiden's friend agree to sell us $650 for his puppy Japanese spitz, but we still need to see the condition of the doggie first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wanna Aiden to help to transport the doggie to vet and bath the doggie, she even called him all sorts of good name like handsome lah, Louis Koo, future brother-in-law etc ... lol&lt;br /&gt;I doubt Aiden will help her, think he will only transport the dog to the vet if the doggie sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dad is not happy about buying a dog and his face black as charcoal for the whole nite, and my sis is very disappointed about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-831796828790039817?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/831796828790039817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/831796828790039817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/03/doggie.html' title='Doggie'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-68874176007300962</id><published>2007-03-16T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:27:39.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoRsT InTeRViEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This was the worst interview I ever have in my whole life. Firstly, they are not sincere in hiring me, they make me wait for 1hr. My precious 1 hr of my beautiful life just gone like that. How are  they going to compensate me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Secondly, they don't look professional at all. How can a HR manager dress in jean? I can't believe it... I think I dress like a CEO of the company... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thirdly, they asked silly and stupid questions. They asked me... Wat is HR all about? Silly of them to ask me this question. We all are specialised in HR, don't tell me my answer will be so much different from hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Second question is ... What do you foresee yourself in 5 yrs time? Haha ... I foresee myself as a Tai Tai ..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lastly, the job scope is like shit but the pay and bonus is good. Haiz ... sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why cant I get a job that have a very fat pay check every month and the job scope is super fantastic... juz shake here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-68874176007300962?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/68874176007300962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/68874176007300962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/03/worst-interview.html' title='WoRsT InTeRViEW'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-7657300236164540720</id><published>2007-03-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:10:32.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New EnVironment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've finally decided to change my job. I need a job that is nearer to my hse as I really hate to travel and sick of waking up so early every morning to get out of the jam. I'm also sick of the freezing cold work environment I'm in now and the total visits to the doctor ever since I Joined the company is 7 times. Can you imagine visiting the doc almost every month in the past 9 months? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The environment is so cold, is worse than genting highland. At least I feel warmer in Genting highland with my jacket compare to this fridge alike company. Everytime it rain, the temperature goes down and the environment become colder. I seriously think I'm committing suicide if I continue to stay in this organisation. The workload is not eventually spread out, some people can work lesser just becos she is in that organisation for more than 10 years and she is exempted to do reports just becos she claimed that she do not know how to do and she is too old to do report. What the fuck??? Then her salary share with me can... She can just disapppeared from her desk for a few hrs and claiming that she brought a new employee to get her uniform. Wah lau... need 2 hrs anot, she help the gal to take off her clothes and put on the new uniform or wat or she sew one more new set of uniform for her?? Taking a new hire to A&amp;E dept for medical check up, she can take 1 hr and I only need 5 mins. She think she's doctor or wat or help the new hire to do full body check up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I end up doing all her work becos she din complete her stuff and she just throw her work into my in tray just becos i report to her. I'm so sick of the work place till i decided not to encash my leave but to clear my leaves and stay at home and slack. Good luck to her ... Amen... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm going to show her attutide and on and off go to work, I'm not going to be responsible and clear my stuff before I go off. On my last day of work, I'm going to write a pending list of work that is not done or belong to her and CC my boss. She's going to get it from me, I'm not the Joanne that she can bully anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-7657300236164540720?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/7657300236164540720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/7657300236164540720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-environment.html' title='New EnVironment'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-4173237308573021608</id><published>2007-02-14T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:58:10.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This year valentine Day was different from other V Day we spent. Firstly, we din go out for dinner like we used to have in the past few years. We decided not to let those restaurants charge us hundreds of dollars for a simple romantic meals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Secondly, those real bouquets of flowers that I received in the past few years was substituted with a bouquet of piglets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Reo_zAiANzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sJ2N1zA65sU/s1600-h/14.02.2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037909278715819826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Reo_zAiANzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sJ2N1zA65sU/s320/14.02.2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All the piglets can say 'I LOVE YOU' when I pressed their stomach. The reasons for Aiden to buy this is because it's more lasting than the real flowers and I'm born in the year of pig. Cute rite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Reo_zAiANzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sJ2N1zA65sU/s1600-h/14.02.2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-4173237308573021608?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4173237308573021608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/4173237308573021608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/03/valentine-day-2007.html' title='Valentine Day 2007'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/Reo_zAiANzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sJ2N1zA65sU/s72-c/14.02.2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-100913774625504130</id><published>2007-01-13T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:15:34.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SOOOOOOOOOO BOreD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went my uncle's hse warming last sunday and guess wat??? I saw a blue green shooting star. This is the first time I seen a shooting star in my 23 years. I did wish for something but I think it's a waste. I wish for promotion and pay increment. I joined my current company for less than a year and everything including bonus and increment are supposed to be prorated but after the wish, my manager announced on Monday that my increment wont be prorate but full. Do I seems like I care so much bout the difference in increment. I'm not going to stay long as the ppl there are driving me crazy with their brainless question. There goes my wish, it's a waste. I shld have wish that I strike toto or big sweep then I can become a millionaire.... keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is my momo's birthday and Mr Aiden is bringing her to a restaurant but that will be at nite. Right now, I really have nothing to do at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna go shopping but I'm suppose to save and not spend. haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-100913774625504130?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/100913774625504130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/100913774625504130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-soooooooooo-bored.html' title='I&apos;M SOOOOOOOOOO BOreD'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-3260560786880855059</id><published>2006-12-30T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:58:10.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'Mas PrESeNt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RZcmSpIIfII/AAAAAAAAAAM/JgJBqdXvg9E/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014518811819801730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RZcmSpIIfII/AAAAAAAAAAM/JgJBqdXvg9E/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I got a Gucci bag for this yr Christmas Present.... Thanks to Aiden to that generous donation of S$1000 into my account but he also get what he want, a hp PDA phone (also very expensive). That was a X'mas cum anniversary cum V day present (your present will depend on whether my company is giving out any cny ang bao... lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love this bag, I can carry alot of things to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is New year eve and I'm sick at home... so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm down with flu, the initial stage of my flu was not serious at all, but now it has already developed into full stage... sore throat, loss of voice, breathing difficulties and cough which lead to mild asthma (faint). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've been resting at home since Friday afternoon and see two different doctors. I still prefer my family doctor than seeing free doctor from my company. At least my family doc know my history very well. This is what he said "if only you can zip up your mouth, nothing like this will happen." So sad.... who can resist those unhealthy food that taste super good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO COUNT DOWN AT HOME. GOD SAVE ME, I PROMISE TO HALF ZIP MY MOUTH... SOB LET ME RECOVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-3260560786880855059?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/3260560786880855059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/3260560786880855059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-present.html' title='X&apos;Mas PrESeNt'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO0wEQjXfr4/RZcmSpIIfII/AAAAAAAAAAM/JgJBqdXvg9E/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-2496098356251000523</id><published>2006-12-09T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:54:34.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LovELy SuNdAe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Honey back from Aussie... I took one day leave on 7 Dec 06 to accompany him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Early morning, we went HDB hub to look at all the available flats in Jurong area. All the remaining flats are all executive flat or they call them premium flat which is too big for the both of us. Looking at the price, it's also very expensive. The price ranging fron 290K to 300K and it's not really high floor. I'm looking at price which falls between 200k to 240k which is around 5 rooms or 4 rooms. Hope we can get a flat by next year and I can have my own freedom to throw my things around and without anyone shouting at me to keep my stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aiden and I will be attending a military wedding later, and Aiden is helping his buddy... so later I can see Aiden in his smart smart uniform. This is the first time I see him in No 1 uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-2496098356251000523?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2496098356251000523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2496098356251000523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/12/lovely-sundae.html' title='LovELy SuNdAe'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-560702968520153275</id><published>2006-12-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:54:14.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShOppInG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went Shopping with Serene yesterday, we went in and out of all the branded shop but did not buy anything as I really cannot make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;We had a very bad experience with a restaurant in Orchard which is famous for their ice cream. The customer service was so poor and yet I got to pay for the 10% service charge. I think that I do not have to pay that additional 10% at all. I waited for 1/2 and hour for the bill and the reason they gave me is their cashier system is down. I seriously think that the reason was so lame. Firstly, they asked me to wait for 15 min, and after the 15min I start to make noise.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How long more do I have to wait for the bill?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Waitress: Another 5 to 10 min more&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if I don't want to wait anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Waitress: Sorry, you have no choice as our system is down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine ... since I have no choice, what else can I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 10 min, Serene wave for the waitress again&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Waitress: Sorry, you got to wait for another 5 to 10 mins&lt;br /&gt;This time round I freak out and I shouted at her&lt;br /&gt;Me: 5 min 10 min then another 10 min, how long do I have to really wait and waste my time here. Where is your customer service?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Waitress: Sorry, the system is down&lt;br /&gt;She came back with the bill after 5 min again.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Waitress: Since you want the bill to ne faster, you got to pay by cash&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is this? Can't I pay by my credit card? (I only have $30 cash with me)&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Waitress: Sorry, the credit card system is down (she left after puttng down the bill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit card company keep asking us to sign up for cards but then under this situation, I cannot pay by card at all. Lucky me and Serene manage to dig out the $41 plus plus from our wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO PISS OFF WITH THE SERVICE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-560702968520153275?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/560702968520153275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/560702968520153275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping.html' title='ShOppInG'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-8523540905118228319</id><published>2006-11-30T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:58:24.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CaLL ThaT FrEsHeN My Dae</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I received a call at 2pm this afternoon. The caller id cannot detect the number at all and all it appear on the screen was just plainly a 'call'. I answered the call, the voice was a guy's voice, it was Aiden's voice. I'm so happy that he still remember to call, he ask me my whereabout. I'm at home resting but after receiving his call, all my pain all gone with the air. I'm going to take leave on 7th December and go out with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Before he come back, I better bring the car to a car wash. It was so dusty, I must admit that I did not wash the car at all... lol I'm going to ask him to drive me to Tampines swimming pool, I heard that there's a Japanese restaurant over that which sell cheap Japanese food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To Aiden: your bonus is 2.2 months, you better bring me to eat good food... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is my sis's Prom Nite and my whole family is so busy because of her. I must admit she look like a princess tonight, all thanks to my make up... keke Lucky I'm on MC today and I can do ur makeover for you. I really think that my family members are all very talented in helping 'ugly girl' and turn them into 'beautiful swan' (you know who you are lah, S****A). Think she's going to skin me alive for saying this.... keke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My aim is to open a bridal shop, it feel good to see couple getting marry with my help. I think I will feel like an angel. My mum can do the hair part and I can do the makeover part. Before I open my own shop think I have to put in more effort and start looking for school to attain some certificate in doing makeup. The word 'makeup' sound funny to me.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I watched superstar today and yesterday. The standard of the girls yesterday are super poor, I don't even want to listen to them sing. The guys group are much better today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-8523540905118228319?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/8523540905118228319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=8523540905118228319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/8523540905118228319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/8523540905118228319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/call-that-freshen-my-dae.html' title='A CaLL ThaT FrEsHeN My Dae'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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-13356376.post-2395089154005691594</id><published>2006-11-30T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:59:04.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 MoRe DaEs &amp; I'm SiCk</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its almost 11am in the morning and I'm at home. I went to office in the morning but went to A&amp;amp;E dept to see Doc. The doc give me 1 day MC. Thanks to the doc, I get to rest today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have lotsa things that i need to get it done by today but I cant be bother anymore, I really need a rest, a super good rest. I told the doc that i got a mega ucler in my mouth but he din gimme ucler cream.... so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My colleague laugh at me and said that I muz be love sick. Five more days and I get to see Aiden again. I got so many things to tell him, think i will cry when I see him on the 5th Dec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-2395089154005691594?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2395089154005691594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/2395089154005691594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/5-more-daes-im-sick.html' title='5 MoRe DaEs &amp; I&apos;m SiCk'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-482954221834633895</id><published>2006-11-26T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:14:35.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is life really that vulnerable? Yesterday kicking and today is dead. Life and death is juz within one second. Within this one second, it changes the fate of ur love ones' life too. If I can choose, I will choose to leave earlier than my love ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As the coffin drove away from my block, I still cannot believe that the guy that I once call "uncle" last Saturday was gone forever. This is life, so vulnerable yet full of excitment cos you wont know what is going to happen tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-482954221834633895?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/482954221834633895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/482954221834633895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116444749013918677</id><published>2006-11-25T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:38:10.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 MoRe DaeS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, 10 more days to go. He called me yesterday, asking me anything happened when he's not around. Hmmm nothing much happen, juz tt I went dinner with Renee at Crystal jade then to coffee club for smoothies on Wed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I attended my neighbour's funneral yesterday and this is the first time I attended a Christian funeral. They love to sing alot and asked me to join in, but i dunno the songs at all. The atmosphere is quite different from buddhism funneral, it's not as sad and scary as buddhism one. My mom going to help out today as my neighbour requested her. I oso dunno what can my mom do there beside sitting down there and eat peanuts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I chg my Saturday shift with my colleague so tt I dun have to go back to work on Saturday for the whole for next month. Since Aiden is not around, I muz well work to pass my time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway I'm very piss off today, I keep asking myself how much does a pink foldable umbrella cost? Why I ask this toopid question.... my silly manager called my colleague, she happen to be not around so the clever me being helpful answer the call for her. My manager ask me to call my sister company becos she left her PINK FOLDABLE UMBRELLA in the meeting room. I was like..... izzit a muz to do this kinda bo liao thing for u, I'm not ur personal assistant. That umbrella was ur personal belonging and is none of my business. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somemore my sister's company was so big, few blocks of flat, how would anyone bother bout ur umbrella. Anyway, I lodge a lost and found report at my sister company..keke The security think I muz be nuts, the security gimme the HP no of another manager, I called and no one answer so the story comes to the end. I'm not going to waste my time on ur silly umbrella. If there's another incident like this again, I'm going to Feedback to GM.... Manager anyhow use her authority....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116444749013918677?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116444749013918677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116444749013918677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-more-daes.html' title='10 MoRe DaeS'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116428623377642747</id><published>2006-11-23T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T04:50:33.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 DaEs To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12 more days and I can see Aiden again, I miss him so much. It has been 4 days since I last received his call. Wonder how he's doing, wondering is he suffering in Aussie and is he alright. Hope he will call me soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My neighbour's dad pass away. It was so sudden and I really cant believe my ears when my mom told me during dinner time. I juz saw him few days ago in the lift and he seems so alright and healthy. He die of sudden attack of virus in his heart.  Mom planned to go to his wake tomolo. Life is full of uncertainties, we wont know what will happen tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm considered fortunate to have my parents supporting me all along. Whatever trouble i'm in, they are the first to run to my side. I really cannot imagine my life without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm always very pessimistic about life and always think tt onli all the unfortunate things happen on me. Compare to others, all my unfortunates are onli peanuts. I muz really learn how to appreciate the good things tt happen on me. Whatever misfortunate, I have already overcome and I hope that my life will be a better one ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The weather is so cold today which add on to the sad atmosphere at my neighbourhood. I like cold weather but today is exceptional, I miss Aiden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm going to drive my sister back from work, mom is going with me to guide me along.... keke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hope one day I can drive on my own with confidence and no one sitting beside me to guide me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116428623377642747?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116428623377642747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116428623377642747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/12-daes-to-go.html' title='12 DaEs To Go'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116411289745777083</id><published>2006-11-21T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T04:41:37.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3Rd Dae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiden has left Singapore for three daes already, 14 more days to go and I get my huggies back. He din call me today, so sad..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I din sleep well for the past two days cos I really miss him....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes are red and sore in the morning, I suspect ..... my colleague has pass her sore eye to me. We chased her home yest for fear that she passed her sore eye to us. She got no choice but to go A&amp;E dept to see doc and she got 2 days of MC. SO GOOD, but we make her come bac to work today due to the Exsa award. A simple award presentation but my manager make it so complicated. Why must she get so stress out over small thing... haiz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the award, she found out that my colleague left out the Robinson vouchers out for all the award winner. I seriously think it's not my colleage fault, she should guide us and teached us wat to do as we are all newbies, no one done this kinda award presentation at all. Enough of my word, I shan complain anymore today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to Botanical Garden foodcourt for lunch today, I got discount using my staff pass and the stall tender told me that I'm the first to use the discount. Should I feel proud... haha or should I feel cheapskate as I'm the onli one who use the discount, but I'm entitle to the discount so why should I waste the benefit. This is one of my better lunch becos it's a lunchout. I dun have to stay in office for lunch, so happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116411289745777083?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116411289745777083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116411289745777083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/3rd-dae.html' title='3Rd Dae'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116392451279267885</id><published>2006-11-19T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:21:52.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaD....Aiden Leaving SpOrE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooo Sad, I send Aiden to Airport this Morning, I cant see him for three weeks. He promise to call me whenever he can. I start to miss him already, guess he's on the plane now enjoying his afternoon nap. No huggies for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest I went for road orientation course conducted by Mr Aiden Ng. The most amazing thing is I still rem how to drive after so long. Although I pass my driving for more than a yr, I still put on the P Plate to warn ppl that i', a road hazard... lol The image of the car was spoilt by my P Plate. Somemore the P Plate was so yellowish, think it belong to Aiden's elder sis, I no money to buy P Plate so muz borrow from his sis first. Haha I find it a waste of money to put the plate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116392451279267885?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/116392451279267885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=116392451279267885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116392451279267885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116392451279267885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/sadaiden-leaving-spore.html' title='SaD....Aiden Leaving SpOrE'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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-13356376.post-116391117235781420</id><published>2006-11-13T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:25:23.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoRt DickSon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image023.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00333.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/320/DSC00333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Port Dickson is really a good place for relaxation cos there nothing to do there. The most eye catching thing is the beach and the swimming pool there. Nice view of the sea from the balcony of our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/320/DSC00352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aiden posing with the coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00349.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/320/DSC00349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The bathroom along the beach was so dirty, eerie and smelly.&lt;br /&gt;I dun dare to bath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;inside at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00374.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/200/DSC00374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really enjoyed myself at Port Dickson, the only bad thing about Port Dickson is there's no shopping there. Anything we need, we got to drive out. Even for meals, we got to drive all the way to Port Dickson Town inorder to look for better food. For the four days, the onli leisure we have is playing majong, drinking and swimming. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/200/DSC00390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/200/Edit%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This picture was taken before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we left the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Edit%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116391117235781420?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116391117235781420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116391117235781420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/port-dickson.html' title='PoRt DickSon'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116246883349146706</id><published>2006-11-02T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T04:02:38.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat HaVe I DoNe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday was always the bad start of a new week but I din expect mine to be so bad. I just dun understand why my boss love to disturb everyone of us during lunch time, cant she let us have that miserable one hr break??? Actually her sudden outburst of anger was accumlated from morning 8.30am to 1.30pm and at 1.45pm, she suddenly cant take it anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She storm into the meeting room where we always have our lunch, she bark at me for not filing n not signing MRF for every P file. I was like ???? wat is MRF in the first place? Why must we file MRF in every p file? Who has the authority to sign the MRF? Why nobody tell me muz do the MRF thing? All these questions keep appearing in my head while listening to her silly lecture until to a point tt I finally cant take it anymore, I start to rebuke back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:"XXX, no body teach me wat is MRF ever since I step into the company and you cant fault me for something that I do not know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss: Then why din you open your mouth to ask? Who's going to be responsible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: How am I suppose to open my mouth when I din even heard of that before till today? No one mention tt to me before too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boss got nothing to say so she change topic and aim my colleague.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boss: How can you leave all ur leaves form lying on ur table? Wat if someone come into the office and take one of ur leave form? How can u ensure nothing was lost before? (This was pretty stupid cos my colleague table was super clean, my head was full of question mark when boss scold her for being messy) How can u ppl leave confidential documents around? ( If we dun put documents on the table, where shall we put? In the dustbin? on the Floor?) How can all of your not do your filing? (we did our filing once in a bluemoon, we dun have so much time to follow up so many things.) Wat happen if u ppl leave the organisation? Wat will happen to the ppl who took over ur stuff? (She expect us to leave sooner or later, I oso tot of leaving tt horrible place everyday) garbage in garbage out........(she saying wat we did is rubbish, I feel like slapping her)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That lunch was a super sad lunch, cos the lecturing go on for 30 to 45min and full of nonsense n craps that we din even done at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Someone asked my boss .... can a pregnant woman work nite shift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boss came n ask my colleague... As long as the employee is fit and she has given her consent. The doc certified her as medically fit, she can work nite shft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My boss related this to tt person who asked the qn. The person asked: At which stage of pregnancy mux tt employee be certified fit by the doc. Boss not knowing the ans, start to feel malu n fustrated, she ask my colleague for an ans but my colleague cant ans her at all, she wan me to find out the ans. I called the respective govt dept, tt officer tell me tt... as long as she is fit n certified by the doc plus she given her consent to work, she can work. I told my boss and she start to become fustrated n raise her voice saying at which stage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel like shouting at her........ pls use ur common sense, if the doc say her baby is not stable means she cant work nite shift lar, how to tell which stage she cant work. The doc not fortune teller can predict she 28 weeks cant work or 20 weeks cant work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Tue, halfway through our lunch, my boss decided to join us for lunch. We locked the door after she left (to prevent ppl from disturbing our lunch) and trying hard to finish our lunch, get out of the meeting room before she come back. We dun wan to be lectured for nothing again. We heard a knock, knowing it's my boss, we cleared the table as fast as we could, get out n open the door for her. She looked at the clock looking surprised cos we usually will chat after our lunch till 2pm but it was onli 1.35pm. She get the idea tt we do not like to lunch with her n she start to treat everyone so good after lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I disappeared from my work in the morning, I noe it's very irresponsible of me, but I really dun wanna face everyone with my puffy eyes and face my boss after a bad night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I called in the afternoon, saying it's urgent problem from home n I need to take urgent leave. My boss was nt at her desk when i called her, she was warded in the hospital... hohoho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm feeling so sad today, din take any food or a drop of water since last nite. My stomach rejected all the food I took at 3pm. I start to feel the pain n bloat. At 4.30pm, I start to go to the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Whole day, my colleague keep calling me n ask me how to do this n tt? Where is this n TT? Hello... I'm taking leave n all of ur are supposed to leave me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116246883349146706?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116246883349146706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116246883349146706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/11/wat-have-i-done.html' title='Wat HaVe I DoNe?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116212394295024674</id><published>2006-10-29T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:12:22.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Irritating????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone juz complained that I'm irritating... am I? haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone juz complained that I'm a messy gal.... too bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dun think my room is really that messy till I've to clean up the room. Since when u become so naggy like my mom??? You're starting to become an uncle ... bleah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our two weeks old baby Lancer juz got some scratches and dent. My heart feel so pain n ache... ouch, the driver is not me and tt's why the car suffer some injuries... keke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiden said that he's going to touch up the scratches and dent on Thur. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All thanks to a Branch, A tiny branch hook to the side mirror and the whole mirror fly into the car hitting Aiden's hand, he loose control of the car and hit the side kerb. Amazing rite... Lucky none of us are injured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This happened at 5am on Saturday on our way home from Geylang after a majong game... haiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won $40 but I dun think it's enough for the touch up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only slept for 4 hrs on sat, came home at 5 am plus, wake up at 11am to bath and went Orchard to meet Aiden's colleague to discuss on the Port Dickson Trip. Within 12hrs, We meet for two times, abit bo liao... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a new haircut, new colour for my hair and a facial done today. Aiden n mom think my new haircut is nice but i think i look super sau gu with my new hairstyle, but what's done cannot be undone. My face feel so pain with reddness after all the squeezing by my beautician. Hope the reddness will subside tomolo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116212394295024674?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116212394295024674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116212394295024674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-irritating.html' title='I&apos;m Irritating????????'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116169557323964353</id><published>2006-10-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:12:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of LoVe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oct is really a love season. Alot of my friends are getting married in Oct... Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My colleagues keep asking me when is my turn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no intention at this moment of time. I seriously cannot stand my colleague who keep boasting about how great her bf is and how much he love her. Every lunch session she will cfm bring out the topic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really feel like yelling at her and ask her to gimme a break. From that day I step into my company till now, I keep hearing her saying she's getting married soon till now. I haven seen any action yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I see nothing fanciful bout ur marriage. Firstly, you told me you paid for your own ring. This is the greatest joke I've ever heard this year. How could she pay for her own ring??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We don't talk about our bfs or husbands infront of you doesn't mean we are mistreat. There are alot of things to talk about beside washing ur bf's bedsheet, clothes, underwears, cups, plates, mopping the floor, tidying up his room etc etc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more u mention, it only show one thing........ YOU ARE MISTREAT... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dun do washing, I dun do hsework and that doesn't mean I'm a bad woman, think using ur pea brain before you talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116169557323964353?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116169557323964353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116169557323964353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/10/season-of-love.html' title='Season of LoVe'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116092080637995946</id><published>2006-10-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:00:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday the 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friday the thirteen was supposed to be a very unlucky day but sad to say, this is one of our luckiest day in our life (Aiden and Me). We collected our car.... yehhh Someone to ferry me around, I no longer have to call for cabby again. I will have a private driver from now onwards... keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Feel so good to have our own car. From Friday onwards, Aiden dun have to wake up early to ferry his dad to work in order to use his dad car........ it's so troublesome anyway. Everyone was like asking, how come the car so dirty, anyway the car dun belong to Aiden, who care whether it's dirty or clean but from now on, it's different. I'm going to instruct Aiden to wax our new Lancer till shiny shiny, shiny till can see my teeth. Dun expect me to help in washing the car, dun forget..... my hands are sensitive. haha I always use this as an excuse not to do hsewk and wash my plates and cups... clever rite.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I will be alone for three days, tt silly Aiden left me alone again. Hope it rain then you will be drench, this is ur retribution for leaving me alone. I noe it's work related but since last week I'm already alone, How could you do tt? and Do you have the heart to leave me alone and fend for myself??? You ask me to be a good gal n take my medication, I will purposely be a bad gal not to take medication. If you continue to leave me alone again after this outfield, I will confirm run away with other guy, burst ur credit card and withdraw all your saving and run off with other guy :( TOOPID U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After the outfield still got another Australia event call WALABI, you are going to leave me alone for more than 3 weeks again. You are really a shitty bf. I hate you. You better gimme enough money to spend for this 3 weeks and buy me a COACH big bag and a GUCCI small handheld bag. You better call me from Australia or else I sell off ur car.... pui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Orchard with Serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lucky got Serene to accompany me on Sat, if not I will have to stay at home to mould. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I bought a skirt, Serene also bought a similar one. haha Lucky we are not working in the same place, if not we will look like twin. Really long time din see her already, she put on some wt but she look better with that little wt she put on. Compare to the last time I see her, she was like a skeleton juz becos of tt heartless guy......... see ... Man are nv good, all are heartless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We gals oso can survive without u guys on sat n sun. We also can shop without u guys, who need u guys to carry shopping bags for us, we gals are strong enough to carry our own shopping bags, pui u guysss. We gals only need u guys to pay for our shopping... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116092080637995946?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116092080637995946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116092080637995946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-car.html' title='Our Car'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-116040576371869712</id><published>2006-10-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:56:03.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is there really so much work to do that you got to come home so late every night???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Only you know the answer but I have my right to chose not to ask and walk away for good for the rest of my life as I'm feeling so insecure and helpless. I've reached my limit.... sorry to say that, even my GM dun work so late.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's that lady who called you when we go prawn fishing and why are you so nervous when I talked about her... till now, I still dun have a reasonable answer from you. Maybe you wont tell me but........ I wont forget bout her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Marriage to me is so far away, my sixth sense tell me that we wont be together but why are we still holding on. Maybe both of us are waiting for each other to bring out the issue. I cant really tok to you, since when we sit down to tok when things turn nasty, nv once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What good do we gain by putting 2 people of different personality, different character, different like and dislike together? We gain nothing, but just wasting our time trying so hard to put everything in the right place, thinking it will work but can it really work..... let's just dun deceive ourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Even if we marry, I know it will be hard for us to maintain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm afraid to leave you, I'm not sure if I can survive with a life without you by my side, I'm too use to you. Too use to having you by my side ... wonder if it's called love or we are just too  used to having each other's company. Too use to you supporting me morally and physically. You are the one I turn to for help when I'm in trouble, and I'm not sure how to react to situation without you in my life .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate you too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-116040576371869712?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116040576371869712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/116040576371869712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/10/question.html' title='The Question'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115849921842513115</id><published>2006-09-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:20:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PrAwN FiShInG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna go prawn fishing again! Although I only manage to catch 4 prawns but I'm already very happy. $25 for 4 prawns abit expensive hor but as long as I'm not the one paying then it's alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finally can have some of my free time to watch princess hours. How I wish I'm a princess too... everyday do nothing but eat sleep play and doll myself up. Joo Ji-Hoon and Kim Jeong-hoon, both look so cute in the show. This is a MUST watch Korean serials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So bored, nothing to do now, waiting for tt Mr Aiden Ng to come back........ I'm hungry, I'm still far from full although I've just finish my dinner, my stomach got worms... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomolo need to go work again.. super sian Last Thur trapped in Clementi becos of that silly low class bf that pushed his gf down the train track. Lucky that gal din die, initially I tot the lady wanna commit suicide,I even curse her for choosing peak hour to die. Later on Fri, I saw in the newspaper that she was pushed down the track. What a bf! Aiden ... U be careful, dun try to provoke me... or else.... wahahhahahaaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;His car will only arrive in early oct, I really cannot stand my journey anymore. Everyday feel like taking cab home, but the taxi fare was so expensive sia.. $15 for a single trip home. I will make him drive me home EVERYDAY after his car arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm so drained, feel so restless at work everyday. The only thing that I can look forward to is my Port Dickson trip in Nov but nov is still very far away. My colleague is clearing her 28 daes of leave, I'm left alone to do nursing recruitment. Everyday, I tot I will die of exhaustion. I'm so tire, I need to cover 2 people work and so many ppl disturb me everyday. I keep having walk in interview, cant those ppl juz email me their resume and stop wasting my time to beg for job. Stop asking me when you can start work when I din even recruit you. And... the company dun belong to me, I dun have the power to give you job (for those ppl who beg me), I'm not heartless but I can only recruit those that meet the company's expectation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So many staffs cant pass their probation after three months, why cant they juz wake up their ideas. I'm the one who suffered. I have to monitor their probation period and inform SNB. So many things to do ...........  still got to issue letter to inform those ppl who cannot pass probation and write letter to SNB to request for the extension of SNB assessment. Think I really so FREE ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115849921842513115?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115849921842513115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115849921842513115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/09/prawn-fishing.html' title='PrAwN FiShInG'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115725697559326708</id><published>2006-09-03T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:16:15.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HoRRiBLe SuNDaE MorNiNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I woke up up 6.50am in the morning reluctantly due to the loud music and silly audio testing under my block. Whole bunch of inconsiderate PPL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I juz dun understand why the community centre have to organise the monthly walk and jog events under my block, cant they organise inside the CC instead. I juz cant imagine I have to suffer all the blasting of music once a month. Sun is the only day which I can Z till very late, why do they have to organise such a silly event under my block. I seriously hope they can be more considerate .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On fri, I brought my Senior Finance Manager round the hospital to look at all the clock in and out machine, they hospital wish to place more of the machines round the hospital for convenient purposes. We went to the ICU and OT dept but cannot find any of such machine there. The manager was super sure that there is one such machine in the fourth floor, so we went round the whole level to search for one. ICU dept was a scary dept with patients lying half death on the bed and their relatives and family members crowded around their bed. I really cannot stand having the feeling tt any of the patient on the bed will juz die any time. I was hoping tt the manager will give up searching for the machine and get out of the area. The dept was full of germs, I kanna two swollen eyes with pimples and pus all over my eye area. It was so painful... I will nv wan to step onto tt area again unless I have no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yest I went to farmmart with Aiden to meet his colleagues for discussion. TT Koala Tree is bringing me to Port Dicken... haha so happy but I think of the journey up, I wanna cry out. Kaola Tree said he wanna drive up and maybe we can take turn to drive... Faint... I drive at 70km/hr, cant imagine how long I will need to drive there. Is either i drive or he read the map or he drive and I read the map.... haha... I failed my map reading section in almost every Geography Exam, like tt how to read map. If I drive, he will complain I"M SLOW. I'm not slow K, I'm ju a careful driver.  Anyway, we are leaving in Nov and he still got time to orientate me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The car company said tt his new car will only arrive in late Sept... SianZ, I really cannot stand the journey bac hm from my workplace anymore esp when it's raining heavily. Hope his car can come earlier. I'm going to buy a P plate for the car... haha Although I gt my license for over a yr but I'm still not confident at all so better be safe to warn ppl tt I'm a road hazard..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115725697559326708?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115725697559326708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115725697559326708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/09/horrible-sundae-morning.html' title='HoRRiBLe SuNDaE MorNiNG'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115665651197726113</id><published>2006-08-26T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:28:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week EnD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's sat and I'm staying at home doing nothing becos Aiden not free to acc me. He has to go bac to camp to check those reservist's full pack. i left with no choice but to watch full hse again. I wanna buy GONG but it cost me $39.90 and after watching it once I will juz throw at one corner and ignore it forever and ever. I wonder anyone wanna buy second hand korean serial which are as good as new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mom is sick, lucky still got Aiden to iron clothes for me. I'm those tt hate to do hsework to the core unless I'm left with no choice. Mom's blood pressure is too high that she ended up in SGH for one day to monitor her bp. I cant take leave to rush over, I 'm still under probation and it's not good for me to take leave during these period especially appraisal is oso coming and it detemine how much my increment will me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Someone jump from my opposite block on Fri and mom asked everyone in the hse not to walk to that area when we are going home. I dun dare to walk too cos it gave me an uneasy feeling which I dunno how to descride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My boss juz gave me two reports to monitor, one new report to do and one old report to update. Want my life ar, I only have one pair of hands how to do so many thing. Somemore always wait till my lunch time she then tok to me, trying to atke away my lunch time. She give me so many reports and I cannot say no oso. Somemore muz do so many hiring, think I superwoman and the vacancy to be fill are all professional, think so easy to find meh.... sad sad sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115665651197726113?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115665651197726113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115665651197726113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-end.html' title='Week EnD'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115625173695841829</id><published>2006-08-22T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:20:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BirthDae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/DSC00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/200/DSC00257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Aiden.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nice cake rite... thanks to me cos it's chosen by me, it's a two layers ice-cream cake... yummy yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I bought Aiden a white PSP, I can play with it too but rite now not much games to play with cos we haven bought any memory stick yet. I wanna buy sims 2 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I juz have two big stones dropped from the sky infront of me, I have no strenght to remove the rocks that is blocking my path but to chisel them bit by bit. I'm talking about my 2 reports that my manager want me to get it done, one latest by thur, the other one I'm not sure. I hate reports, it's so tiring to stare at the screen for one whole day. I really hope my company comp will be down so tt I dun have to work so hard. I nv get to knock off early, what happen to me, I;m nv a workaholic, maybe I'm insane to work so hard for no reason. My company has three code, one of the code is red in colour and if code red appears means the building is on fire. My colleague jokingly said if there's really a fire, the first thing tt we will do is to burn up all the leaves form but for me, I will burn away all the resumes before I ran away.... keke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think i'm becoming more and more auntie and I can go wet market to sell fish already. Everyday got to bargain salary with ppl like i'm selling fish like tt... sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I muz complain, ever since Aiden has his PSP, he neglect me. He treasure his PSP more than me ... lol but I dun mind cos I have no time for him too. Let him kill his time with his PSP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115625173695841829?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115625173695841829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115625173695841829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthdae.html' title='Happy BirthDae'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115604390728625809</id><published>2006-08-19T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:19:17.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetic Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ever since I started this job, my life has become from bad to worst.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dun have my own life anymore, everyday is work, work and more work. Never ending work, nv seems to clear no matter how hard I worked and how late I stay and I brought my work home. I nv tot HR job could be so busy till I dun have my own free time anymore. Can someone juz save me from all the agony....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life is much better now cos my pay was higher than what i'm drawing previously but am I doing the rite thing for quiting the previous job. My work place is super far from my home too. I have to get out of the hse by seven every morning and chg bus to train then to bus again in order to reach that fucking place. I wish my bf's can get his Lancer earlier and we dun have to wait till the end of Sept. The ppl there are so inconsiderate, I only have a pair of hands and there's only one me, sometimes is very hard to please everyone and help them to process wat they requested. I hate reports. I'm those super careless ppl with lotsa typo errors and wrong figures. I HATE MANPOWER REPORTS. Reports cause my work to pile up, I have to concentrate on my report and I neglect all my other work that are pending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now I finally agree why my lecturer said that ppl are the most difficult to manage. Ppl are hard to manage cos there are tons n tons of siao ppl around. I muz endure for the sake of my future. Big organisation is hard to get in and I muz at least stay there for 2 yrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115604390728625809?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115604390728625809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115604390728625809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/08/hetic-week.html' title='Hetic Week'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115383230585855993</id><published>2006-07-25T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T05:58:25.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My NeW JoB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have been working in the new environment for a month, I'm surprised that I can adapt to the new environment tt fast. What can I say about my new job??? Busy is the only word to describe. Although I'm super busy and I dun get to knock off on time but I'm happy with this job. I quite like the environment too, so far no office politic, so far so good but I cant gurantee cos I'm still super new there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aiden finally graduate with a second upper degree, guess he deserve it cos he work hard for it. I'm not gifted in studies, the moment I see my notes, I juz wan to go into my lala land. I attended his graduation ceremony, compared to my graduation ceremony, his is much more grand. How I wish I could turn back the time and I'm sure I can do much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115383230585855993?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115383230585855993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115383230585855993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-job.html' title='My NeW JoB'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115081244011993622</id><published>2006-06-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T07:07:20.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My LaSt Dae At WorK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everyone said tt I look so bright and happy today, I dun seems like I'm leaving the company. I'm sad but I cant be like a kid and cry everything out. I'm scare, tomolo I will be in a new environment, facing different ppl with diff character. I'm not protected anymore... If I'm to choose a plant to descibe myself, I will choose morning glory. I need wall to climb, grow and bloom. I rely on whoever i can rely on... My wall has been demolished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can I survive in the new environment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm oso a sentimental person but since it's my last day, I shall put on a smile on my face and leave happily. My heart reflect totally different from the smile on my face... I'm sad. Parting is nv easy, we are all human beings afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomolo will be a new start from my career... wish me luck ... (Pray for me)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is a special day, 20062006 (Double match). Can everything match so nicely as today's date? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115081244011993622?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115081244011993622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115081244011993622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-last-dae-at-work.html' title='My LaSt Dae At WorK'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115060102121755346</id><published>2006-06-18T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:24:17.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GoT A JoB.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm supposed to be very happy after getting the new job but dunno why I'm so gloomy during the weekend. Think I will really miss everyone of them esp the fun we had during our lunch time. The fun we all have during the Thailand trip will always be in my memory. After the Thailand trip, I fall in love with one of Lee Hom's song, which i dun realli noe the title... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm suppose to leave my current company on June 30 but due to some unforeseen circumstances, my new company wan me to join them next wed. Guess wat... I gonna compensate my current company for leaving early... there goes my AWS. Thought can buy something meaningful using my AWS... sob sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm so proud of myself, I got a job within five days after i sent out my resumes which is super fast compare to the last job hunting. Hope everything will work well for my new job, i'm looking forward to my yearly increment in January although I haven start work... keke I'm confident I will do well for this job cos is something i wan. NO MORE MC FOR ME(Can I really do it?) ... keke The benefits are better for my new company, I get to have 2 more days of annual leaves compare to my current company... which is not bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The only bad thing about my new job is the location. It's not really a convenient location for me but then wat to do, for the sake of better future i got to wake up early and z eary everyday. For the sake of better salary I got to spend more time in travelling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115060102121755346?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115060102121755346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115060102121755346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-job.html' title='I GoT A JoB.......'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-115012160402296353</id><published>2006-06-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:13:24.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Congra me! I just handed my resignation letter and I'm leaving this company on 30 June. Finally I'm free from that witch. I need to search for jobs again, which is a hell tedious process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To that witch....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stop complaining about others when u are the most wick among other people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stop complaining about others throwing their jobs at you when u threw ur jobs at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stop complaining about u being fat when u r instead very FAT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stop complaining about others attitude when u r the worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stop being so good to others when u hate them to the core...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I JUST WANT TO GET AWAY FROM U, I CANNOT STAND BREATHING THE SAME AIR WITH U IN A SMALL ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AND HOW COULD U BE SLIM WHEN UR MOUTH IS MOVING ALL DAY LONG IN THE OFFICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate u but why am I so nice to u, am I begin to get wick too ... ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm finally free..... the next moment i wanna do after i leave the company will be deleting ur number and vanish from my phonebook forever and ever.... Miss Pretending to be super nice lady. I finally get to noe u... PUI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I must learn how to draft a standard contract so tt I can get lifelong supply of Sweets... wahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-115012160402296353?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115012160402296353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/115012160402296353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/06/tender.html' title='Tender'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114839569590794289</id><published>2006-05-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:48:15.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My HeArt, My FeAr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I seriously dunno wat i really wan in my life. My uncertainty hurt alot of person around me, hurting those I loved. I feel so insecure, everyday I fear that my world will collaspe and I will lose everything within a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ask me whether I love u... yes I love you but I even fear of you. Fear that my nite mare will come true, fear that you will repeat your mistake, fear to be with you, fear that you dun love me anymore, fear that I might give up on you, fear that you walk off one day, fear to be in a world without you, fear of your lies, more fears and nv ending fears will come along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Marriage seems to be a word tt is so unfamiliar. I use to be a very naive gal thinking tt you will cfm be the one but u hurt me deeply... why do u wan to do tt? I keep asking myself this qn but no one answer me cos there wont be an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If I give up, will I have the courage to go into another relationship again without doubting another party. Will I be happy? I'm going into my mid 20s soon which is quite scary as time is moving really fast and I cannot keep up to the pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One happy thing to share with everyone, I got a god brother... keke nv think tt I will have a brother to dote me &amp; listen to my nonsenses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114839569590794289?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/114839569590794289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=114839569590794289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114839569590794289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114839569590794289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-heart-my-fear.html' title='My HeArt, My FeAr'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114796190204039268</id><published>2006-05-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:22:08.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just come bac from my bangkok trip on Sun. Overall it was considered fun, fun in the sense of nv expect the unexpected... haha I tot I will nv take the tutu taxi again but since my colleagues wan, I have no choice.... This time round i sat in the middle thus feel super protected, not as scare compared to the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I went chinatown for seafood, it was my first time there. During the previous trip, I have no time to go due to spending too much time on shopping. Have alot of yummy food there too like shark fin, bird nest and crab beehoon. I dun think the bird nest are real cos I din get esthma attack after eating.. keke Next time if wanna test whether the bird nest are real or fake can find me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114796190204039268?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/114796190204039268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=114796190204039268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114796190204039268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114796190204039268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/05/bangkok.html' title='Bangkok'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114658114064924373</id><published>2006-05-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:47:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long WeeKenD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't concentrate in office today, feel like a walking zombie, one work day juz passed without me knowing what happen to the surrounding. I'm confined in a room room, not knowing what's happening to the outside world, not knowing whether the weather outside is rainy or sunny. I seriously have to get out of that place, as each day passed, I felt more n more lonely and gloomy. I no longer looking forward to anything, my life is juz a blank piece of paper, I become more n more anti-social. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went shopping on sun and Mon, I usually enjoyed every of my shopping trip cos I sure will get myself some new clothes or new stuff during each trip. Dunno from when I start to hate shopping, I hate to see the crowd, I hate to to be in the crowd too.... What happen to me??? I juz wish to get of things fast, walk fast, eat fast, do fast... my pace of life is getting faster than I can catch up. Someone please save me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had an early mother's day celebration cos I wont be in singapore for mother's day. I'm going bangkok again. Hope I can relax ,enjoy myself and escape from the cruel and stressful life in singapore. Brought my mom to Ding Tai Fung to eat la mian, she herself say if I got money then bring her to eat better food, if no money food court oso can... keke She bought me a top( still using her money although I'm working already) ... hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Koala bear promise me a Phin's steakhse treat but after we reach the place, realised Phin has turn into Westbarn instead so we had our dinner in Westbarn. I make some noise cos I wanna eat phin so Koala bear ended up owning me another treat... haha which is billy bombers on mon... thanks thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114658114064924373?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114658114064924373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114658114064924373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long WeeKenD'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114576670646240319</id><published>2006-04-23T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:06:46.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My TrEaT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After attending AGM at Jurong country club yesterday, I went dinner with Koala Tree. That dinner was a horrible one, cos we end up with numb lips and tongue. The food was so hot till Koala Tree was sweating like hell. I din sweat at all cos I try to push all the mega hot stuff to him... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague wanna call me Pui Pui cos I pui in every msg, Not juz in every msg is everyone ... everyone who noe me well till i dare to pui them. Koala Tree is the No 1 sufferer cos I pui him in my blog too. He claimed tt I nv do anything contructive ever since the day he noe me.... hello if i list down all the contructive things i did, u will be dead.... You still own me a Phin's Steakhse treat. Actually I feel very bad cos I everytime treat u to hawker but u everytime treat me expensive stuff... no choice cos u are much richer than me, share with me ur wealth pls... haha&lt;br /&gt;O ya ... u better dun bully me this few days or i will destroy ur cheque tt I promise to help u to deposit if I still rem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to those having exam.... I'm not longer the exam sufferer anymore... envy rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114576670646240319?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114576670646240319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114576670646240319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-treat.html' title='My TrEaT'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114562562518187523</id><published>2006-04-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T06:21:35.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I muz complain, I'm very tire now, I have so much work to do, I'm overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Renee next week, hope serene can make it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the freedom I have in school, I dun need to bother about being late, I can juz skip lesson and go shopping, I can wear short skirts to sch, I can wear T-shirt, I can sleep during lectures, I can gossip with friends and most imptly I dun have to breathe the same air with sensitive creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koala Tree was saying tt I will always be youthful and cute in his heart... so touch! But dun use the word cute on me cos I will puke. Normally I get to see him quite often in the past now reduce to maybe once a week.. sob Have u forgotten me???? When can u accompany me to go shopping....Go buffet....Play badminton... Watch VCD... Tok rubbish with me... Eat ice cream... Let me bully???? When????? I'm so lonely. I'm bored until I agree to go AGM tomolo, can't believe I agree to go.. someone slap me... haha AM I SO HARDWORKING or AM i sad over something else till I need to work to forget bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going bangkok again ... haiz I juz went last yr with Aiden... Now i'm going with my colleagues this time. Got alot of happy memories there..... Hope they wont wanna take the tutu taxi. I cant think of anything to buy, dunno why i go oso, maybe to revive the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to drown myself with strawberry ice-cream now... Koala Bear...dun envy me, I wont share with u. Pui u PUI PUI PUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114562562518187523?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114562562518187523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114562562518187523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss-ya.html' title='Miss Ya'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114528195188963814</id><published>2006-04-17T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:52:31.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koala Tree Complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Opps... 'Koala Tree' is complaining... complaining I strip his spy naked.... The reason is pretty simple... ur spy is juz pretty useless. This teach u a lesson not to believe in a Dumb dog again. Pui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The world is full of witches... old witches who do nothing but onli noe how to complain and complain lalalalalala SHUT UR MOUTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114528195188963814?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114528195188963814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114528195188963814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/04/koala-tree-complaining.html' title='Koala Tree Complaining'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114528001619590926</id><published>2006-04-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:43:42.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He look cute rite but dun ever underestimate this dumb bear. He is a spy send by 'Koala Tree' to watch on me... He is his spy.. Whatever activities i'm engaged in, he will sure inform 'Koala Tree' about it. Silly 'Koala Tree' send a Dumb Dog to be his spy... alamak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/320/Image014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Too bad........ ur silly dumb doggy spy has been discovered by my smart intelligent graduated detective from University of London.... To think u r Smart... wahahahahah i outsmart u by an infinite number if times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wat would happen to tt spy of urs..... keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/320/Image015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Firstly he will become ROTI PRATA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LIKE THIS ................. AND THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/1158/320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LIKE THIS ... WAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He look more handsome with his clothes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Koala Tree' u better dun bully me or u will become like this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is a nonsense entry by me becos I have nothing better to do... haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114528001619590926?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114528001619590926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114528001619590926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/04/spy.html' title='SPy.....'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114503193608309815</id><published>2006-04-15T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:25:36.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Somehow or rather Aiden think tt I'm making fun of him by posting his pics into my blog... haha I think it's quite fun and cute too. He nv fail to put on a smile on my face whenever i'm sad, being there with me when I feel down. He is practically my anger boxing sandbag, he sometimes will complain but most of the time he choose to stand my nonsense. Dunno what happen both out status become complicated... lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He reminded me tt the bear who noe how to say 'I love u' was thrown away by me, did I ? I seriously have no idea about it. He asked me where is the furry pink ball, hmmm I have no idea where I throw. Although my room is not very big but somehow or rather, I will lose my thing and nv see it again, sound scary. My room was usually pack by him too.... i use the word usually... haha free come and pack for me again ba I dun mind one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He is complaining bout those anniversary cardsss too, asking me where i place them. I seriously have no idea too. I'm a very messy gal, who dun clear up my room till CNY, so u cannot blame me for losing things. My room is messy in a sequence manner, one thing which i wont lose is my comestic pounch cos I cant step out of my hse w/o it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114503193608309815?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114503193608309815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114503193608309815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/04/somehow-or-rather-aiden-think-tt-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114503077822042419</id><published>2006-04-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:06:18.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Really long time nv blog already. For those who noe me will realise tt i remove my blog address from my friendster. The reason is pretty simple, I've add some of my colleagues in friendster and I did scold some of my colleagues in my blog before so to prevent misunderstanding, I better remove my blog address from my friendster. Dare to write out but dun dare to let ppl noe... tt's me.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For those having examination soon, jia you wor, last sem already, dun give up. Time really flies, I'm working in the society already, still rem last yr during this period of time, I'm still studying in sch with my friends and sometimes in NUS with Aiden and friends. Too bad Aiden, i'm not there to acc u this yr cos I graduated... too bad and so sad, u r alone this yr..lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for the bear. U gave me 2 big bears in total and alots of small bears which i lost count. One which said ... I love you when the phone ring but let me play until no battery le, the bear oso dunno in which country now... dun think u rem tt bear too. I wan the piglet in suntec city arcade ... anyone wanna get for me.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think of the journey to serangoon broadway i feel like throwing the graduation gown down the rubbish chute, it's so far. The thought of my $250 deposit, I better give up the idea of throwing away the gown. Suppose to go Singpapore river to take family pic, but my sis and my dad juz spoilt my mood, I gave up on them long ago. No more family pics for me next time, I will just bring my mom to serangoon broadway and have a portfolio with her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114503077822042419?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114503077822042419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114503077822042419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/04/really-long-time-nv-blog-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114139005376984726</id><published>2006-03-03T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T04:47:33.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm so lost, how can he be so happy and left me behind. Who am I to him now, I serioously dunno. He treat me so well these few daes, stand all my moodswings all link to one thing... it's so great to leave once and for all. I see his true color, he is not worth me holding on???? This qn keep flashing across my mind day and nite. All the best to u....... hope u noe wat u're doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe i'm much happier with this decision, letting the string loose, having greater chance to see how high this kite can fly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114139005376984726?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114139005376984726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114139005376984726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-lost-how-can-he-be-so-happy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-114044340588460718</id><published>2006-02-20T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T05:50:05.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010649.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010648.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010647.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010646.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010645.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010644.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010643.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010642.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010641.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010640.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/29010639.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-114044340588460718?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/114044340588460718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=114044340588460718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114044340588460718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/114044340588460718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/02/image-hosting-by-photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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-13356376.post-113811579773233556</id><published>2006-01-24T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:16:37.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm super tire today, it seems like I will nv finish my work, I'm overloaded but no one help me at all. Its getting more and more. Maybe is becos my colleague love to do nothing but throw all her work to me. Nvm I will ren...  see when my volcano will erupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today while having lunch with my colleagues, one of them mention tt when gal turn nasty and she dun love the guy anymore, she wont think twice bout holdin on to the relationship when a third party comes in. She will juz walked off without having a second thought unlike guy. For guys, he will still have the feeling for his gf when a third party come along and the chances of him walking off is very small. Izzit true??? I seriously dun agree with my colleague, if guys are really tt good then there wont be heartbroken gals walking on the street :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chinese New yr is coming which means I'm having holiday soon. I'm so happy, dun have to go bac to company for tt few days, get to eat and enjoy as well as income too( Ang Pow). Actually it's better not to get married cos every cny can get extra income if married liao then got to give ppl income. Money juz fly off without me buying anything... how can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm so tire, my eye lids cant even open liao, tomolo still got to get up early... argghhh I miss my sch days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113811579773233556?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113811579773233556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113811579773233556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-super-tire-today-it-seems-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113790343572576060</id><published>2006-01-22T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:17:15.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17.01.06&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Special day but I fall sick on this day. Its our three yr anniversary. I'm so disappointed, all the plan tt we planned to do on this day was cancelled and I dun think we have time for our special dinner as chinese new yr is coming. I dun think I have the mood to celebrate it after receiving a call not meant for me. Somehow or rather I'm quite disappointed with this relationship and the word "eternity" seems very far away. Izzit becos we have been together for too long till we are comfortable and use to having each other company rather than really deeply in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Those TV drama really misled us into thinking every love is prefect, sometimes the love I seek for is too prefect till my partner cannot take it. I dun deny the fact tt i'm very demanding towards love cos wat i look for is a lifelong partner, I did set a very high standard for him to reach. Is he reachable, I seriously dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sitting in the living room in the middle of the nite, thinking wat he done for me so far, actually it was really alot. If i'm a man and he is the woman, will I did the things he do for me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm feel touch for the things he done for me and tt why I'm still holding on hoping miracle would happen and our relationship will improve. He is the kinda guy whom every gal wish to have due to his gentle side of his character not to mention his bad temper. I'm still learning how to control myself and walk away when things turn nasty between us. The word "sorry" is seldom heard from his mouth. Whenever I go shopping, he will always get me the things I like regardless of the price, this is the reason why I always have saving and he always wipe out his saving. 2 yr ago, I have some problem getting along with my mom, I refuse to use her money for my sch fee and living allowance. I took up tuitions to support myself. Without thinking twice he use his scholarship to pay for my sch fee and transfer another lump sum of money into my account for my living expenses, he oso insist tt I give up all my tuition. The sum add up to more than 10k when he himself is only a student too. He took up 2 tuitions on top of his hectic sch work. Whenever I'm sick, he will take urgent leave if he is having his holiday attachment or skip his lectures to be my side and will always be by my side whenever I donate money to the doc. Never once he left me alone when i'm sick. There are alot of things tt he wish to own at the age of 23, but he all give up for the sake of me. He always gimme the best but yet I still dunno how to appreciate him(cos he hurt me too). Thanks to him I have my driving license, w/o him to sponsor me 3/4 of the fee, I dun think I will have the license at all. He signed me all for the sch lesson cos he think is the best for me. Initially I wanna go for private instructor as I can really save alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hate him and I love him too... Wat my future going to be like... I juz hope for the best. My stand has chg, he train me to be a stronger person, he show me wat is hurt and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Three yrs together, I might unconciously hurt him too. In terms of love, he seriously is a guy who seldom express it, but I'm the kinda gal who love sweet talk. He is born a leader and I'm born a dreamer seeking for true love... He stand out in every occasion and bring laughter to the ppl surround him, I'm the timid mice tt let ppl bring the laughter around me. He love having party and having alot of ppl to surround him, he scare os lonliness but I'm the kinda gal who love peace and quiet moments with the person I love. Its already a miracle tt we can be together for three yrs regardless of our differences. Fate brought us together, I juz hope the love story will go on and on ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;p/s: I'm human, I noe wat u done for me, sometimes I choose to keep quiet. I always believe tt action speaks louder than words. I will forget bout the past and look forward to the future, gimme some times.... I love u... Happy Three yr Anniversay... Aiden I will treat u the dinner instead after cny cos I spoilt the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;22/01/06&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life Sux, got to clean up the whole hse, cant I have a break on weekend afterall I work so hard on weekdays like crazy. Its juz cny, it's the same as any other day. I'm still having flu, I'm still sick. Can I be EXCUSE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113790343572576060?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113790343572576060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113790343572576060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/01/17.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113729452122845650</id><published>2006-01-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:08:41.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stuck at home today doing nothing, actually I got alot of things pending to do like fixing the computer table which i bought from Ikea yest. The table weight 19kg, maybe I should wait for my mom to be free then we can fix together. I wan to do pedicure but super lazy to move my butt to jp, I can oso do it at suntec city after my work. Maybe tomlo... maybe.. haha CNY  coming, suntec city is super crowded nowadays. I have difficulties walking from my workplace to the station. Sometimes it takes 20 min from tower 5 to the station.... faint. I end up going home late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Working at suntec is not as happening as I think it is afterall. When Aiden drive, he can onli drop me off at Tiong Bahru station on weekdays. I will be super late if he drive me directly to suntec due to the heavy traffic and jam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dont tok bout the heavy traffic, tok bout the food, its super expensive. I can never find $2 food there. my average spending is $3.50 - $4 per lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After lunch, there bound to be extra time for shopping. When gals shop, they sure to buy things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its better to work at those places far from shopping area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The clothes we wear to work muz be nice formal wear oso, it means money again. Everything oso money. My bf said I become very stingy nowadays, hmmmm muz save money mah, so cannot blame me. I'm using my money now not his money, I will feel the pinch if i spend too much... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113729452122845650?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113729452122845650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113729452122845650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/01/stuck-at-home-today-doing-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113669791613546831</id><published>2006-01-08T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:29:32.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GenTinG KL TRiP FroM 26-28 NoV 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now then got time to upload some of the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We had dim sum for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113669791613546831?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113669791613546831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113669791613546831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/01/genting-kl-trip-from-26-28-nov-05.html' title='GenTinG KL TRiP FroM 26-28 NoV 05'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113661123174673863</id><published>2006-01-07T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:27:12.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My colleague was ask to choose between school and work yest. She has to take no pay leave to attend her day time class which my manager said it will be approved few days ago. She was asked to make the decision within one day and if she choose to take no pay leave for her studies, she will need to write a resignation letter. I feel sorry for her. Actually she make it very clear to the manager that she need to attend class and the manager did say she has valid reason and the leave will be approved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After transferring to the HQ, life seems difficult for me, I lost my lunch kaki and someone whom I can reallly tok to during working hrs. Life cant be smooth all the time, its time i start to look for another job, this job is not suitable for me. The ppl there make the job stressful and nt the job tt is stressful. No one can be trust there, everyone is putting on a mask while working, i'm super tire of the environment. All I miss is the free expresso, mocha cafe and cuppucino(is the spelling correct) every morning if I choose to leave the company. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I tok to my friend for a fw hrs last nite. Gal(ying)... dun trust ppl too much, we are not them, we dunno wat they are up to. Believe in urself and move on with ur life. Its ur life, onli u can manipulate it, no one can so why bother bout wat other said. Dun feel sad for tt guy who hurt u, he is not worth the effort at all, just a jerk. Stay happy and pretty, forget bout the past wat matter is the future, there bound to be someone out there more suitable for u and will appreciate u. Human being make mistake and we learn from mistake. Meet up some day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Did I mention bout my first pay? I juz got my first pay yest due to some cock up cos I transfer from side office to HQ, it was few days later but at least I got my pay. I spend them on cny clothes cos I seriously need more working clothes and shoes. I can only wear jeans on sat but i seldom work on sat, so one week 5 daes all office wear. Argghh... I spend $100 on a levis voucher cos my honey torn his levis jeans somemore is at the butt area LOL hohohohoho dunno how he did it, super li hai. Since our anniversary is near, I might well get one for him. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113661123174673863?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113661123174673863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113661123174673863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-colleague-was-ask-to-choose-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113638815144308334</id><published>2006-01-04T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T07:22:31.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Say bye to the nice view ... I was transfer back to the HQ which is at Suntec City Tower 5. I got to get up half an hr earlier everyday as the distance is further and I have to walk 15 mins from the station to reach suntec. Thanks for transferring me back but I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm sad, I'm so lost, I dunno wat to do and I dunno wat I wan. Can't my life be much better than the one I'm having now. What's true and what's not, I really can't differentiate anymore. There are nasty ppl pretending to be nice, and I have to guard her to prevent me from getting stab from my back. What's wrong with the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love my job, I wan to stay long in the organisation but can I stand a person who only gimme 20% of the instruction and left me to make mistake. I 'm new, I need guidance and I can't snatch ur post if u got the substance so dun worry so much bout imparting all ur skills to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not everything is as nice as it look from the outside. Sometimes I really feel like giving it up but I'm not a kid anymore, I have to face all the problem and not threw everything to my mom. The one who stand by me through all the rainstorm is my mom, I dunno wat will happen to me without her by my side. Everytime I complain bout my work, she's the one who encourage me to look for a job I like. My dad will juz say ... work is like tt one lar, muz tolerate... Ok I will cos I cant find a better job with my limited experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113638815144308334?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113638815144308334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113638815144308334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2006/01/say-bye-to-nice-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113427438710075329</id><published>2005-12-10T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:13:07.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is the view I get from my office ... nice rite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113427438710075329?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/113427438710075329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=113427438710075329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113427438710075329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113427438710075329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-view-i-get-from-my-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113427393487972930</id><published>2005-12-10T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:05:34.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have been going through alot of saddness this week, jobs... family .. love life make me crazy. Quite down with luck these days even mahjong oso loss money. Maybe this is life, we wont be always at the high perk but why muz it happen at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I went to a fruit stall during one of my lunch time this week. Saw red juicy apples and real big one. Are they as juicy as they look or are they onli look good... I wonder wat will I do if I buy a red juicy apple and realise that there's a worm inside. Some ppl will juz cut away the part where the worm has biten and eat the part that is still good. Some ppl will juz throw away the apple. I'm a weird person, stubborn at times. I will take its flaw and cut away the part that is biten by the worm thinking tt it's still juicy. Another part of me want to throw away the apple for the sake of my health. Wat will happen if I ate the apple? Am I silly to be bother bout apple stuff? Maybe I shld spend more time enjoying life, filling the empty part of my life with interesting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mom ask me to chg my image. How to chg? At most onli chg the colour of my hair to a more golden colour but I scare I dun look professional enough. She ask me to dress myself too... maybe too much office wear make me look dull, I shld concentrate on more bright colour office wear instead of those normal executive wear tt everyone is wearing. I shld buy more accessories to match the dresses too and more eye shadow for my face instead of using the normal colour. I'm waiting for my first month salary to come so tt I can buy more clothes for myself and give my mom some pocket money and christmas present for my bf. He wan a X box... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm tire I need a break off everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Suddenly realise tt my island kiss has chg its smell, juz wondering if it's the place tt I place the perfume tt cos it to chg its quality.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113427393487972930?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113427393487972930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113427393487972930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-been-going-through-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113379192239750603</id><published>2005-12-05T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T06:12:02.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to my jc friend wedding on sat. She was one of my first few friends tt got married at the age of 22. Really long time nv see my jc friends, they are still the same and one of them even got himself a 15.5 year old gf... omg his gf was really young. I shall not comment much bout his gf haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cant stand it really cant stand it anymore. Why do I have such a bossy colleague around, she's only 30++ yet she sound and look like an auntie. She boss me to do things and hello.... I'm not under you, I'm directly under my manager. She tok so loudly till I cannot hear who's on the phone, I cant hear the other party at all till I have to ask her to lower her volume of cos politely. The first dae I met her, I knew tt I will get into trouble with her with my temper and character. Why does she have to be so particular bout things when my manager doesn't even mind. I juz cant understand this kinda ppl at all. Some one save me... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm waiting for christmas, new yr day and cny so I can have holidays. My bf make a comment ... the more I look forward to all the holidae the longer it seems to come. True True but these are the holidays i have for the first three months cos I wont be taking no pay leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I juz on the comp and my sis was like shouting at me saying she wanna use the comp. I juz used it for the first time within this 2 wks... izzit consider alot compare to her???? Why can't I have my own way sometimes? I met unreaonable ppl everyday, I juz hope to have some peace at hm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113379192239750603?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113379192239750603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113379192239750603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-to-my-jc-friend-wedding-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113361600448037815</id><published>2005-12-03T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T05:20:44.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm bac in S'pore on the 26th of nov and start work on 28th nov. Enjoy and relax abit before my work start cos I have no annual leave for the first three month juz becos i'm still on probation. I will have to take no pay leave which is one big sad case. How can I survive with only 14 daes of annual leave, juz kill me ... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The genting trip was fun but the KL trip is abit boring cos I din bought anything from KL. The restaurant tt I always frequent at Genting was either being close down or under renovation. Sad sad. No luck in gambling oso, me and honey lose Rm350 really bad luck every game I bet all lose. Unbelievable ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I nv went to the theme park, lucky nv buy the tickets, it rain the whole day for 2 days. In the end we went to watch harry porter. The person asked us whether we wanna get the premium seats, I tot is those sofa couple seat so I dun mind paying extra for the comfort since it's juz five more ringgit. I wanna faint when i see the seat, it's no different from any other normal seat, it's premium cos it's at the bac row, furthest from the screen... tt's all. The worst part is I have to see ppl's butt when they need to move out of the cinema to go toilet or watsoever stupid business. We dun call tt premium in S'pore at all. Its lousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been to KL before but think this is the worst cos I have diarrhoea after eating the seafood there. I will post the pic of the crab after I upload it. I end up going to toilet countless of times during my last day at KL and on the journey bac. It's terrible on the way bac, I tot I will die on the way bac having to control my shit and looking for loo when the bus stopped at every rest point, lucky I make it bac... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to my new office for the first time on 28th nov, haven been there before cos I was interview at the hq and there are setting a new office at IP. I only noe tt my office is at the 36th floor and I can't really recognise my manager face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The office was empty, no desk no computer no chair... juz an empty office. I was alright with an empty office cos meaning I dun have to start work on the first dae... hoho. Outside my office was a swimming pool. I dunno it's a swimming pool till I saw a man standing at the lift in his trunk. I tot it is some sort of decoration to beautify the environment. The scencery from the office is damn nice, I can see the whole shenton way and partial sea view from the meeting room. All the chairs, tables, comp came in the late noon, by the end of the dae eveything is set up. We have a short meeting after everything is up, everyone join the comp in hq earlier than me which make me the blur queen there .. not knowing wat to do. I'm oso the youngest there hope no one will bully me... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1st Dec was abit busy for me cos the phone system is up, my comp is the new management committee for IP. My manager only set up one main line so tt he can control the ppl tt are helping us in managing the building. Me and my colleagues end up answering those silly calls and got scolded when they get fustrated. Wat the hell?? Wonder how long I will stay at the job, having to increase my workload next week and having to help answering those silly calls think I will go crazy soon. The Hq forgot to send stationary to us.. haha how are we suppose to write? With our blood... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The worst part is I have to work every sat for the first three months till the comp is stable... sob sob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113361600448037815?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113361600448037815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113361600448037815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-bac-in-spore-on-26th-of-nov-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113237930271005656</id><published>2005-11-19T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:52:53.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm still very tire now, woke up at 11am today. After brushing my teeth, I sat down on a chair stoning, watching my sister making sushi. It comes in all kinda sizes... lol It taste abit funny but for a first timer, it's consider very good already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at 2am yest, watching a korea show, it's quite nice but at the same time boring too. Suddenly, Aiden pop out of the door asking me why am I still awake and ask me to go to bed. He woke up at 2am to study, so hardworking. From 2am study till 6am then went to sch. He got exam today. He called me juz now complaining bout how tough the paper is and he cfm failed. I heard this sentence for 4 yrs already, but everytime his results come out all very good. Hmmmm, think he too stress out till unsure whether his ans is correct or wrong. Hope he will get good result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later going to his hse to search for a big big bag that we can both dump our things inside for our trip to genting and KL. One big bag means I'm free from the torture to carry the stuff... lol Clever me rite or rather juz say I'm lazy... keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113237930271005656?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113237930271005656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113237930271005656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-still-very-tire-now-woke-up-at-11am.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113221091799857368</id><published>2005-11-17T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:01:58.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Few daes ago, I was searching high and low for a missing invoice and all the documents tt was related to the bangkok trip few months ago. Army called up Aiden and said tt he nv submit all the required document for the claim and gonna deduct bac the money tt he claim. Sweat ... which is almost $400, I dig my drawers and all the luggage bags we took along but still cannot find. After searching for an hr, Aiden called me and said maybe its inside his army file under my bed. Kao... Why dun he say earlier, it's in the file. Nvm ... at least it's found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today, I went inside my rm to get my hp and saw the pair of Bangkok tickets on the shelf. I rem telling myself to developed all the photos from the trip and put nicely into the photo album to keep as memory. Three months had past, nothing was achieved... I'm juz lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I did a very great task yest. I'm super proud of myself. If u see my mom's new hairstyle... it's done by me. I help her perm, colour and highlight her hair, she look younger now... haha She wanna the colour of her hair to be more golden but dad said its enough. I cut my hair too, the rebonding effect is almost gone so sad, but I'm not going to do anything to it, cos it's chemically damaged, let it rest for a few months. My hair is 2 inches shorter, mom always dun listen to instruction, I SAID cut one inch leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My mom is packing the store room now, but I have decided not to help her, cos it's dusty inside. She's clearing all the books tt me and my sis dump inside. Lazy to throw or pack so all dump inside. I found my sis PSLE cert inside the store room too. she too power, this kinda thing oso dump inside. I stand at the door telling my mom which to throw and which not to throw, think she's damn piss off by me for not helping her but tt's me ... keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muz move my butt out of the hse today cos I need to return my story books. I read alot of books these few months, nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muz exchange ringgit too, if not no money to spend in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is a special date cos me and Aiden together for 2yr 10 months. Too bad, he's in sch studying. He's having 2 tests tomolo. No celebration this month. Hey boy... Good luck for ur exam. I will go temple pray for u .. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113221091799857368?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113221091799857368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113221091799857368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/11/few-daes-ago-i-was-searching-high-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113151719298603521</id><published>2005-11-09T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:19:52.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm...No title for this blog cos I seriously dunno wat to put. I've been wasting my youth by doing nothing at home :) Actually there are really alot of things to do at hm like sweeping, mopping, cooking, ironing the clothes, washing etc but none of the things is fascinating enough to attract me... so too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Juz read the newspaper, and wondering wat to do next. I seriously shld iron the clothes, there's a pile in my mom's room... already mountain high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aiden juz called and ask whether I've taken my lunch. Its 2 pm and I'm not hungry. I haven move my butt around so how to be hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate to be home alone with mom, she like an activated bomb tt will blow my head off anytime. She too temperamental and is not good for health. Sometimes I really hope tt she can be out shopping with her friends so tt I can have the whole  hse to myself. Her face black as charcoal regardless of happy or unhappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her gp of friends all 'zhu peng gou you' only noe how to get my sis and me into deep shit. Always say how good their daugher is ... ya lar ya lar.. your daugher is the best in the whole world lar, me and my sis are the worst... happy. We lazy oso none of ur fucking business. Or rather ur son is very clever and my sis is lazy,dun have to call my mom to tell her and get my sis into trouble and spoilt our relationship. Dun have to teach my mom how to torture us too... juz shout ur fucking mouth, the world will be peaceful and beautiful. My mom dun care y u care so much... KPO QUEENSSSS Can't imagine why my mom mix with this kinda ppl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113151719298603521?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113151719298603521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113151719298603521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113144185905108442</id><published>2005-11-08T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:24:19.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GenTinG and KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just bac from Boon Lay shopping centre, I'm going Genting and KL. Leaving in the third week of Nov. Went to tour agency juz now to book my hotel and bus tickets. Soo Happy now. The hotel in KL haven cfm yet due to the high demand, but the lady said she will call me again.Hope got room if not I've to pay extra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Relax first before going to work in Dec not a bad idea rite.... Anyway, why muz I work? I very lazy to work... haha I DUN WANNA work. Money pls drop from sky. hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is a sunny day, so happy today for no reason. Within three months I went for two holidays le. Abit broke sia but still can manage. Anyway go malaysia is to relax nothing much to buy from there too. Aiden not bac tonight for dinner, but gonna buy white bread for him, cos he wanna eat ice- cream with bread. I wonder the tug of ice-cream still there. My house got super gigantic mouse( I'm referring to my sister), whatever she can find she will juz eat. I told her bout the ice-cream few days ago, wonder if its still there, gonna check later. Hope he's bac early today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Very hungry now, but dinner is not ready yet and I wont eat so early too. Wanna stay slim. As slim as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113144185905108442?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113144185905108442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113144185905108442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/11/genting-and-kl.html' title='GenTinG and KL'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113141956350681073</id><published>2005-11-08T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:37:28.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1023</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Arrrgghhh, so tire today but yet cannot z. Now then I realise tt slacking at home can be that tiring oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven think of wat to do today but definitely muz finish watching my "one more chance" vcd and return it later. I've finished my disc one, so far so good. I bored till I borrow all sorts of vcd to watch except RA haha cos the shop dun have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of RA show, I keep saying wanna watch after I turn 21 but now still haven. Dun think dirty worr, not all RA shows are kinky kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113141956350681073?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113141956350681073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113141956350681073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/11/1023.html' title='1023'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113133235006408691</id><published>2005-11-06T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:36:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhOsE BuTT Is SeXiEr??? HaHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="864" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image120.jpg" width="756" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went bowling with Aiden last Fri, my score has improved alittle after his coaching and after attending the "learn to bowl" session. I paid $100 for it .. haha At least now I dun wash the drain tt often..So proud of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh... Aiden is very good at bowling, he always claim tt he is a National Bowler ( National Junior College Bowler) LOL Next time I will take pics of his highest score, cant rem wat is the score now. Somedays I will sure trash him... somedays wahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Will the weather be sunny after a heavy rainfall for 5 days? I hope so. Feeling down these few days cos I quarrel with him, this is the longest cold war we ever had. Hope he is feeling better too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went Zouk last Wed, it was super packed. We queue 2hrs for the tickets, actually Aiden is the one who queue up and I'm the one who cut queue. I din enjoy myself, cos I sandwiched, stepped, pushed, molested and not feeling well. Those ppl who touched me, I will rem to curse u... hope ur hands will decay. Those ppl who step onto my feet... hope ur leg broke. hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Did I mention tt my sis bought a 599 Levis jeans? The first thing tt cross my mind was... why dun buy a 593 one. 599 is abit high waist, and look so 'kuku' after wearing it. Dad's reaction was ... she can buy a 593 one unless she paste medical plaster at her butt there... haha My dad super traditional one, everytime I worn my 593 jeans, he will go blah blah blah... but I dun care, I'm 22 already. He keep saying why I need to show the crack of my butt to everyone... cos I like :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was so tire today. I have an interview but I'm too lazy to go afterall I already got a job. Before the lady call and tot I was lost in Singapore somewhere, I gave her a call first. My excuse was ... my cert was left on the bus and I'm looking for my cert... lol She ask me to replace the cert later after the interview.... I was like hmmmm I'm at home pretending I'm outside looking for my cert .. haha Seriously lar, if I really lost my cert, I will make sure I find all the things bac, my testi is inside and all the cert from O levels to degree. It will cost me a BOMB to replace my UK cert sia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113133235006408691?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113133235006408691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113133235006408691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/11/whose-butt-is-sexier-haha_06.html' title='WhOsE BuTT Is SeXiEr??? HaHA'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113117818405636602</id><published>2005-11-04T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:13:45.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PunCh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Juz got a punch from my sis cos she finally realised tt I bought a fake adiddas T-shirt for her...lol tt T-shirt was bought in Thailand, who went there to buy real stuff when the price is the same as Singapore. I stopped her from wearing it in time... haha she wanna wear tt for an interview at sportlink or world of sports, I cant rem which one. She almost wear a fake stuff into a shop tt sell real stuffs for an interview. If I dun say the truth, she will continue and wear it happily thnking its real rite, so why care so much whether its real or fake as long as it look pretty on u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Her birthday coming, I dunno wat to buy for her. Her birthday is onli coming and she is asking for her present le and she still have the cheek to tell me wat she want* faint*. She want a wallet but I bought one for her for her 16th birthday. Plan to get her a rip curl handbag... not wallet this time. She can fill a drawer with all her wallets, buy and dun use. I onli got two wallets k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talking bout my wallet, my Burberry wallet is full of my blackie fingerprints, cant wipe it off, guess I have to spend another $25 for a wallet wash. Dun ever buy a light pink or light color wallet esp when its a branded good, it get dirty damn easily. Its a present from Aiden and he has been asking me why I dun carry the wallet, shld I show it to him. My renoma couple wallet is almost 2 yrs old le and is working fine cos its black in colour, no matter how i plant my finger prints, its still black in color. No worries ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This part is for Sylvia ... my birthday is onli three months away, I wish for nothing but a Dior handbag which cost $1300. Thanks dear... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113117818405636602?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113117818405636602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113117818405636602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/11/punch.html' title='PunCh'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-113023865428638830</id><published>2005-10-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:52:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRaiN ExpEriEnCe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno I'm consider lucky or unlucky today, when I think of it, I juz feel like luffing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to suntec city for interview today, I went there by train. Half way through the journey got an ah ma got on the train, she slowly make her way infront of me with her walking stick. I was sitting comfortably on the seat. I was like ... pls dun come infront of me.. haha cos I got to give up my seat to her but she came infront of me. So... I was like no choice since ahe make me feel guilty so I got to stand up anyway. But then why muz it be me .. haha out of so many ppl who are seated she choose me. I muz look very kind hearted in every ways... lol Anyway I dun mind giving up my seat but when I'm old I want ppl to gimme their seat too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the way back, got a couple look around 70+ stand in front of me too.. making me feel guilty again and I got to give up my seat.... haha I gt to stand throughout the whole journey today. But at least I did some good deed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I found a job... yehhh.. starting work in dec. I'm so happy today and maybe I did 2 good deeds today. Goddess see me so kind hearted so gimme the job * Smile*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm suppose to assist the manager so kinda PA job and got to help out in HR matters too. My aim is to get a HR job but I dun have full spectrum in HR so this is a kinda job tt is related to HR indirectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-113023865428638830?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113023865428638830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/113023865428638830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/10/train-experience.html' title='TRaiN ExpEriEnCe'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112874977108425768</id><published>2005-10-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T06:21:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramp... SaD AiMLesS ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I having cramp today..I have no mood to do anything at all. Today is Saturday, yet I have no energy to go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life tumble down ever since I grad from sch. I tot I found a good job with reasonable pay and a good future is ahead of me. But.. tt job was not suitable for me at all, I dun like the environment there, I hate the ppl there .. it's tt that I'm demanding even if the job is tedious and require me to work ot, I have to be happy staying there. There's no one of my age, I'm alone and no body seems to care bout my existance except for the lady( who is my immediate boss ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the job after one day. Is there anything wrong with tt? No one seems to understand me. They see me as a spoilt gal who cant take scolding and stress. My family members were not supportive at all, all they said is i shld learn to endure .. all I got was not comfort but criticisim. All seems to be my fault suddenly, even my bf ask me not to work anymore,. Its so hurting. JOb will be like my second husband, I got to love it before I'm willing to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to go haywire. My love life is not on the right path, quarrels start for no reason, nothing seems to go right for me. I tot I can put love aside build my career first yet no one gimme a chance. All those jobs tt called me up are those tt I send my resume for fun. Some said I no experience but do those managers had any experience once they grad from sch. They got to gimme chance before I can accumulate my experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112874977108425768?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112874977108425768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112874977108425768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/10/cramp-sad-aimless.html' title='Cramp... SaD AiMLesS ...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112642235247469384</id><published>2005-09-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:05:52.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InTeRv|eW ToMoLo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm happy that I finally got my degree afterall I wait and study so hard for it, but when it comes to job hunting, i really wanna give up. I send dozens of resumes but those tt ask me for an interviews are those tt I'm not interested at all. Maybe life is not so prefect afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm going for an interview tomolo at Gul Drive, I have no idea where it is and no idea wat I apply for already. Juz go and try my luck and get some interviews experience. Executive positions are so hard to find, most companies require us to have experience. How to have experience when they dont gimme chance to start off at all? I'm willing to learn give us fresh grads a chance. Friends and Family members said my expectation is too high, but I juz wanna do something i like and no regrets at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My expectation for a job is actually very simple, I juz wanna be a HR executive. I dun mind having to start with something of a low status as long as I'm in the HR dept. I juz read an article bout HR personnel today... haha HR personnels are the one who scan through all the resumes sent and of cos if i'm the one who scan through all the resumes I wont allow my enermies to work in the same company as me too. I wont wan to see their faces everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wonder how i go bac to my company tomolo, the place is so wulu tt no cab will go into tt area. Hope got direct bus to my company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After getting a job, my aim is to get a car. A toyota vios or suzuki swift will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112642235247469384?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112642235247469384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112642235247469384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/09/intervew-tomolo.html' title='InTeRv|eW ToMoLo'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112636588517066766</id><published>2005-09-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T08:24:45.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some ppl juz wanna make others' life miserable by complaining.. I called these kinda ppl "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;siao char bo&lt;/span&gt;". Seriously I dunno why these kinda ppl live in this world without retributions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;siao ding tong&lt;/span&gt;" called my office number and scolded me juz becos of a staple. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JUZ COS OF A STAPLE&lt;/span&gt;. Amazing right, I juz dun understand WHY she was so free to call me and complain bout a staple. Isn't she wasting her company resources by using her time to call and complained bout a staple tt was stapled onto the invoice to ensure tt the address was in the window of the envelope by ME. She SAID tt I'm wasting the company resources by using staplesss to stapled onto the invoices.. WAT THE HELL? Who is she to teach me wat to do? Fucking "siao ding tong". My company dun even care bout how many staples I used a day, my company earn millions of dollars, they care bout tt small amount of money used on buying staples. Why? Wanna be my company "finance minister" by teaching me how to cut down wastage. She called twice somemore. Seriously lar, the company which employed her shld either sack her or give her more workload COS she free till nothing to do but called and complain, teaching ppl how to save resource but she herself is wasting her company time and money. Waste money to call my company( phone expenses). She could use the time to do something more meaningful by completing her work faster or do more work. She is oso wasting my time cos I got to find a way to fold her company invoices so tt I wont use a staple in another words u &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ARE NOT&lt;/span&gt;  helping to save on resources &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; waste our resources instead. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fucking BITCH&lt;/span&gt;... Why this kinda ppl exit in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before I leave the company I make sure I use the biggest staple I can find and stapled mutiple of it onto the invoices and last of all.... Hope ur nails chip... wahahahaha I will Rem to curse u every night before I zzzz and dun ever flash ur face in front of me cos I might &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PUI&lt;/span&gt; u to death. Disgusting fellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112636588517066766?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112636588517066766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112636588517066766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-woman.html' title='Crazy Woman'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112583908512007248</id><published>2005-09-04T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T06:05:02.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FiNaLLy GeT My DeGrEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Really really long time never blog liao cos I really really very busy. Juz put down the biggest stone of my heart, my result is out, everything went smoothly .. hmmm not really tt smooth actually cos I need to hunt a job. Its not easy and is tedious. I'm not tt clever kind tt ppl will offer me job themself. Aiya think of job hunting really make me heartache.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in the human resource line but all the jobs posted on the newspaper required experience. Common ... who start off with experience, must give fresh grad a chance rite. Who noe how to walk when u are just born. Even plants need sunlight, water and air to nature lor. Nvm... for the sake of my future car I will look harder for a job... wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Haven go temple to return my prayers, realli no time. Actually I got time lar, juz lazy to travel to bugis, maybe I shld take one day leave and enjoy myself abit but I need leaves to attend interviews. Really feel no motivation to continue working in this company, silly company. Ask me to go for interview for a human resource position then tell me I no experience if got better candidates they will consider them. Still say they love to have me in their department due to my mega smile and my personality. PUI! Who wan ur job man. No experience so wat, can learn one wat not tt I really tt dumb till I cant take up new stuff. Who help u ppl to earn ur bonus, its me ok wo me to generate ur invoices and make sure there's no mistake, u guys will get ur bonus meh. Waste my time and resources, gimme false hope. If u're not sincere in hiring me, dun ask me to go interview. I not only noe how to smile but I oso noe how to work k. I smile cos I dun wanna make the work place dull and boring cos I believe if u treat ppl nice, ppl will treat u nice too. Actuallt not really, office really got alot of office politics and xiao ren. I dun wanna get involve.. haha zip my mouth no matter how u guys gossip I wont involve but I will listen keke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112583908512007248?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112583908512007248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112583908512007248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-get-my-degree.html' title='FiNaLLy GeT My DeGrEE'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112419466202320256</id><published>2005-08-15T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:17:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoNdErFuL WeeKeNd</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful weedend, went bowling and then to devil's bar. Dunno why I wanna take up bowling, I nv like bowling since young cos I think the ball is too heavy for me. I suffered from body ache after bowling for tt few hrs, tone up my arm muscles..haha hope it wont make my rite hand bigger than the left one.&lt;br /&gt;Long time nv go clubbing liao so its like finally got chance and time to let go of all my stress accumulating bit by bit. I'M REALLY VERY STRESS. Calling for help.. lol I dunno wat to do someone pls teach me. Haiz life sux so routine after schooling muz work and after working waiting to die. Why cant we have a more relax pace dun we deserve one? One of my lecturer always say we look like retarded monkey in club when we dance and why we wanna be one. This sound funny, but it does help to relieve our stress.&lt;br /&gt;My England getting more and more powderful these days maybe no time to practice haha or rather seldom use them except to communicate and write emails to clients. LOL all the la lor meh all come out. Muz really communicate and write in proper english if not I will have communication problem next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112419466202320256?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112419466202320256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112419466202320256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/08/wonderful-weekend.html' title='WoNdErFuL WeeKeNd'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112358602101142342</id><published>2005-08-09T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T05:13:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Dae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is National Day, why am I at hm? I'm too tire after yesterday National Day countdown at suntec there. Went drinking with bf at Harry's think I drink too much till I feel like vomiting. After working, I start to appreciate every holiday I have cos its hard to get rest when start to work. Somemore my work quite stressfu but wat to do need vitamin M to build my dream. Actually is not a dream, I noe wat I wan and I'm going to head for it, be my own boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe I can afford a madza RX8 in future who noes.. haha wish me luck. But is auto one, think I really cant control a manual car well. Got auto sport car? If dun have then half sian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Juz bac from dinner continue to add on if not too short. Whole hse onli me and bf at hm, he in the rm playing cs. Funny rite, although we in the same hse but we still use msn to tok to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna go clubbing but I i cfm cant wake up the next morning to go work and sure cannot concentrate well. I dun wan to give my boss the bad impression somemore I need to look at comp for whole day. Maybe I shld take leave to go clubbing. haha Wat a toopid thing to do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Arggghhh I really dunno wat to get for my bf, till now I haven really done any shopping, partly is we are always together muz wait till he got nite classes or make use of the time he went to play bball to buy his present. Actually I more or less noe wat I wanna get, but I cannot blog out cos he will noe man. I wanna give him a surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112358602101142342?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112358602101142342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112358602101142342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-national-dae.html' title='Happy National Dae'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112338556282819901</id><published>2005-08-07T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:33:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HeaDAcHe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My bf birtday coming dunno wat to do and wat to buy. He keep saying dun need to buy lar dun need to do anything lar... gay gay onli Wait I din do anything, he sure say I dun love him.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He seems to wanna buy lotsa things but ok lar those things are all within my limit, so I still can afford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomolo muz go bac to work again, so lazy to wake up everymorning but no work no money. Working life sux, not happy or happy oso muz go. Lazy oso muz drag myself to work. Sick oso muz go cos I cant finish my work. Schooling life is stress but got lotsa freedom, not happy can dun go at all, can't wake up can be late for sch no one will bother tt much... this is onli for my university years onli .. haha Jc life oso sux.. every morning muz waste my energy to chong towards the gate if not dunno late how many times muz call parents but think my mom and dad oso wont bother how many times they called as long as I nv misbehave. Its juz late onli who cares tt much. But is the punishment tt makes everyone early.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This morning got to queue my roti prata myself cos someone go play bball nv buy breakfast for me. so sad rite, go down with messy hair, half open eyes, dragging my foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actually come hm after work very stressful, dunno wat mom want everyday give a black face like the whole world against her like tt. Maybe she unintentional one but then the way she look and ppl and stare and ppl really stress me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112338556282819901?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112338556282819901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112338556282819901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/08/headache.html' title='HeaDAcHe'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112338445578415832</id><published>2005-08-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:14:15.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BaNgKoK Tr|p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Juz come bac from my bangkok trip yesterday and today got to drag myself to work. Feel so terrible, no energy to work at all, enjoy too much. Keep doing the wrong thing, lucky my manager quite understanding and keep helping me, if not i die on spot ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;First day in Bangkok is not as fantastic as I think it is. The place was damn polluted and the jam them was damn bac. I suffered from car sick due to the jerking, manual car sux. Everywhere oso tip one, but I feel very rich there. LOL. The first nite I din go anywhere but stay in the hotel and wait for the ah gua show. The experience was not bad. They are more prefect than a normal gal with slim waist, slim leg, an average of C cup man... too prefect to be true. Think if they dun open their mouth to speak normal guys will really fall for them. Haven got time to update the blog with pics. One of the worst thing tt happen in bangkok was tt my camera battery went flat, really spoilt my mood and I cannot charge it at all cos the hotel plug all two pins one. I have to go MBK to buy a new plug for the pin, now come bac become dummy cos I got no use of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another worst thing is the tiger show, cant imagine a gal will use "tt" to earn a living. FAINT. Half of the people in the pub leave the show halfway, its was damn disgusting and boring. The ticket cost me 600batt so expensive, I can use tt amt of money to buy a few more bags or rather a few more pieces of clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My meal there was excellent, for 2 nights I had shark fins for dinner and bird nest. Yummy rite. Shld have taken some pics. I bought alot of things too. My bf and I went there with one luggage and come bac with 2 extra big one. And 3/4 of the luggages contain my things. The things there was very cheap, for a few dollars I can get a decent top at the weekend market. I still wanna go there... haha dun wanna come bac to singapre, come bac muz work liao, so sian. Almost everything we bought can bargain one, it's a good place for shopping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112338445578415832?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112338445578415832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112338445578415832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-bangkok-trp.html' title='My BaNgKoK Tr|p'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112160943998406008</id><published>2005-07-17T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:10:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpEc|AL DaE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;17 July 2005, My bf and I are together for 2yr 6months already. Time really pass very fast without us knowing it. We went through alot of ups and downs and yet we are still together holding each other tightly, maybe its really fate tat pull us together. Our relationship is like taking roller coaster, up down up down full of excitment laughter and saddness. Wat our future will be like, its really hard to say. Do we really have to follow the flow? Date Love Marry Children. I cant follow every step cos I dunno wat I wan in life. He already has his direction and I'm still searching for one which leads to happiness. Maybe I shld have my career first before anything. I dun wan to follow the norm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We are supposed to celebrate this special day today but I'm sick this week,  suffer from flu. Anyway, we plan to celebrate tomolo cos since both of us are working muz well meet in city. Celebrate or not celebrate, it doesn't affect me or matter to me, wat matter is a true love, loyalty and sincerity. Its a good thing tt we didn't go out today cos his boss juz message him and ask him to do some work. My job is to think of wat to eat tomolo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I juz cancel my monthly NKF donation. Think I'm juz a fool, thinking all the money I've donated all go to the patients. Stupid me, my money all go to somebody bonus and golden tap man. GIVE ME BAC MY DONATION. I have been donating every month ever since jc. Haiz I'm juz a fool sometimes. Pity ppl yet get this kinda return, maybe I shld be cold blooded. Dun take pity on the disabled sick ppl. Ignore those tt need help, onli care bout myself. Can I really do tt? haha Anyway even if NKF change their board of directors I oso wont donate anymore. Their reserve can last them 30yrs, stop asking for donation can, use ur reserve, show us ur account. We are nt rich ppl but we juz wan to help those ppl using every cent we donated so dun use our pity to the patients to cheat our money. WE donate the money to PATIENT not to the CEO. Any NKF show will onli make me sick, I cfm will turn off the tv. I rather use the money to club or buy myself something . Anyway I asked my bf to terminate his monthly donation too. If possible asked the CEO to cough out the money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112160943998406008?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112160943998406008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112160943998406008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/07/specal-dae.html' title='SpEc|AL DaE'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112087789241549138</id><published>2005-07-09T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:58:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>|ooKiNg FoRwArD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm going to jurong point to get my air tickets later, really looking forward to the trip even its juz a bangkok trip cos I haven been enjoying myself after my exam. Think whatever I need to noe about bangkok I already check them out, maybe I still need a map. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We shld really take a few days off from work to do our own stuff in a different environment, no money then go genting to relax and enjoy the cool air there. Next time, I will make it a point to travel once or twice every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope that my plane seat will be near the window, I love to look at the view from the window, all the objects, life and scenery will become smaller and smaller as you rise higher and higher in the sky. In real life, as people start to rise to a higher and higher post in work they tend to raise their nose higher and higher and the people surrounding them will become smaller and smaller.. anyway fuck those ppl. All human being as equal, I shld slap myself for saying tt, not all are equal, onli those who live with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; are equal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The best thing in my life is the pay day, get pay go bangkok and spend.. haha I shld kick my spending habits, money come in from my right hand and go out from my left hand. Many times I still need a little help from my bf, actually he deposit a fix amt into my account every month, I nv keep track of tt account so got money or no money I wont noe.. haha  budden tt account like everything oso got money to let me sign my debit card. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I WANT A CREDIT CARD, I WANT A SUPPLEMENTARY CARD&lt;/span&gt;. I wont want to apply my own card cos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITS NECESSARY FOR A GUY TO PAY FOR MY SPENDING.&lt;/span&gt; WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm, shld I watch War of the World when all my friends said its not nice but he is Tom Cruise leh, so handsome. Movies not nice nvm but make sure tt the lead actors are handsome. So conclusion is think I will watch lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112087789241549138?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112087789241549138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112087789241549138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/07/ooking-forward.html' title='|ooKiNg FoRwArD'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-112057510166063252</id><published>2005-07-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:51:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>|'m Go|nG BaNGKoK</title><content type='html'>Yeh Yeh Yeh I'm going bangkok on 29 July .. no SARs pls, no mad cow pls, no bird flus pls, invade other countries but not bangkok pls.. lol I juz pay for my full trip... Thanks Aden lol I will pay for ur food haha Now waiting for the agency to gimme my air tickets. I going to search for my missing memory card for my camera dunno who steal it.. better own up lor It cost me 80bucks k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gals anything wan me to bring bac one better email me now...not too many things pls cos I oso need space for my own thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyeballs dropping out soon, my work require me to glue to pc... o dear my eyesight is deteriorating help!!! I wanna laser my eyes( is tt called lasik.. I'm not very sure). MOM... SPON ME.. wahahahahah Actaully no pt wasting my money when I dun take care of my eye sight at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm PLs dun ask me to help u all get triumph bras from bangkok, I noe its cheap budden I dun wan the luggage to be full of bras some more malu leh cos my luggage need to be scan at the airport custom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112057510166063252?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/feeds/112057510166063252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13356376&amp;postID=112057510166063252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112057510166063252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112057510166063252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/07/m-gong-bangkok.html' title='|&apos;m Go|nG BaNGKoK'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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-13356376.post-112036053001711188</id><published>2005-07-03T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:15:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>|s WoRk|nG FuN???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is working fun??? Is not really tt bad afterall, my working environment still not bad but tt is onli my judgement for 2 days cant really say its good yet. I'm the youngest there, its quite sad cos no one to crack silly jokes with me, they are too old for tt.. lol Most of the ppl there call me xiao mei mei.. hey .. I'm 22 a mature young lady already.. I can watch RA show k not young anymore.. wahahahaha I havent really go into cinema to watch one cos my friends told me tt only old ah pek watch this kinda RA show. Actually I dun wan to watch those RA, I wanna watch those bloody and violent one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway stop calling me xiao mei mei. Went shopping yest, I'm amazed tt I can do so many things in one day. Morning worked, after tt my bf drive me to orchard to buy me some new office wear cos those who noe me will noe tt I hate to buy those office clothes and love to wear mini skirt cos office wear make me look old lor... lol We went mache( did I spell correctly) for dinner, actually I'm sick of the food there liao, wont be going next time cos the nice eating one only tt few. Went coffee club tok crap after tt anyway is our most frequent do thing, tok cock sing song bohahahaha and then go alley bar for a drink. Looking at the surrounding guys who drink from a bottle look more man .. haha ( my bf was drinking from a bottle too). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met my jc 1 orientation friend yest.. he say i chg alot.. really? I feel the same .. he say I look more and more like fann( dun make me puke) I look like her??? wahahahahah tt's my joke of the day man. I dun look nerdy in my jc time k.. I'm the first who start the rebonding trend. Not much ppl doing rebonding at tt time cos its cost bout 300 to do one rebonding at tt time. Oooo I oso went to sch with colour hair and I dunno kanna caught how many times... haha But do I look like i care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Parents are funny ppl, they wan us to grow up and be independent but when I start work.. u guess wat my mom and dad said to me??? Mom say if anyone bully u juz grab ur bag and come home, I still can afford to give u money. bohahahahah Dad say if too tough dun do then follow by my bf... he said: muz take care if too tough dun do not happy with the job oso dun do... wahhhh now then I noe i'm a protected species... not bad not bad.. Living in the world of happiness sia.. Actually work where got easy one.. I will need to grow at and take care of myself eventually. SOOOO dun need to worry bout me ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-112036053001711188?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112036053001711188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/112036053001711188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/07/s-workng-fun.html' title='|s WoRk|nG FuN???'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111984338497938150</id><published>2005-06-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:41:05.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CuTiE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/P6250004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cute rite ... Very good to hug haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/P6250005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm dunno why some of my pics so big and some so small... my friends tot is pattern .. actually no lah. The reason is very simple... COS I DUNNO HOW TO RESIZE.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111984338497938150?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111984338497938150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111984338497938150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/cutie.html' title='CuTiE'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111966905385687470</id><published>2005-06-25T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:10:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BaD WeAtHeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Going to rain soon, how to bbq later? Nice weather to z so after writing this blog I'm going bac into my lala land again. Later maybe can take the pic of my ang mo niece and put in the blog... haha Very tire today din z well maybe too much troubles in my brain, muz seriously think bout my future like wat I wanna be in the future. I rem my teacher asking me this question when I was in pri one and we were made to write a composition bout it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I was young I seriously wan to be a nurse or a teacher and maybe this was the reason I joined st john but I eventually give up the idea of being a nurse lar. I rem visiting a local hospital and tour all the dept in the hospital, if we are keen to be a nurse we can still attach to the hospital for 2 weeks. During the tour, the sight of patient with open wounds and hospital smell make me sick. I was bout the sign up for the attachment but was told tt I have to bath the patient, help them to clean up the wound. Then I ask the nurse... bath the patient? Male or female? She say Both... wah pian bath for a male? If the patient need help in going toilet I muz help too... from tt times onwards I noe tt being a nurse is not my cup of tea. I shiver with fear when we visited the mortuary of the hospital. We din go in juz watch the building from far. I dun dare to turn my head bac cos ppl always say if u feel uneasy better dun turn our head bac esp in a dark street.  So my choice left with being a teacher.. go NIE and get a teacher degree, life would be boring if i do tt, I wont have any more choice in my career path but to be a teacher forever and ever. I gave up the idea of being a teacher after I start giving tuition... kids nowadays are damn notti and most impt I cant stand stupid students, teach till I die and repeat everyday they oso will forget. Better kill me kill me kill me .. lol So now I oso dunno wat I wan. Be Tai Tai shake legs go shopping high tea but no money leh... hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My friend dunno how to use her newly bought nokia 6670 bohahahaha now I like her consultant.. renee I gonna charge u consultant fee... haha joking lar. Very easy to use one lar.. quite a good phone. I like this phone very much cos I chg my result mmc card then can install lotsa games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111966905385687470?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111966905385687470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111966905385687470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-weather.html' title='BaD WeAtHeR'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111950477804069432</id><published>2005-06-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:37:46.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My B|nTAn Tr|p GoNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sad rite... I book the hotel already, every thing settle yet I got to cancel the whole thing cos my honey cannot apply for leave. I try to give it to Renee but her bf oso cannot apply for leave, wat shld I do with the hotel room. But nvm lar got lotsa time to go next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wat's wrong with sitting at home and shake legs... Its my business and I love to do it and I want to juz sit at hm doing nothing. Juz stop calling my mom and ask her have ur daughter found a job, why dun wan to find? Thanks for those who concern bout my future juz stop giving me stress to look for a job, its my life I dun need ppl to be so concern bout it till it become a pressure on me. I DUN NEED HELP IN LOOKING FOR JOB TOO... Its not funny to crack silly jokes like .. no job be a toilet cleaner lor.. for ur information its not funny at all. Hello ..I'm an undergraduate.. For all ppl who are concern bout my future.. I haven send out any application form and I dun intend to. I onli enjoy my holiday for merely 23 days and for god sake it's not enough. I will be working for LIFE so can I deserve this little break. CAN? I haven go for my tour yet and I haven recover from the stress that I have been getting from my exam. Juz call me lazy if u like but not everyone can afford to be lazy like I do, LAZY require vitamin M too, its not easy K. My bf gimme money so wat.. my bf dun feel the pain dun feel the need for me to work and why is everyone so concern. Most of my friends oso sitting at hm go clubbing shopping high tea.. wat's wrong with tt? Juz becos my cousin from nus got himself a job doesn't mean I need to ok. And... I dun intend to get a car to strain myself in every way.. I'm a gal I love to be drive around, I dun need a car man.. My bf graduating next yr, he got his dream car and he sure will get himself a car, do we really need two cars move our ass around? I nv have the idea of getting a car and will nv cross my mind. No money to pay installments anyway, I love branded stuff, I rather spend on branded stuffs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yest nite, I make a fuss out of the job incident, can all those ppl leave me alone. I cry till I headache yest nite and make my bf so worried bout me tt he keep sms me today whether I'm alrite. Hungry now .. going for lunch now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111950477804069432?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111950477804069432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111950477804069432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-bntan-trp-gone.html' title='My B|nTAn Tr|p GoNe'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111932582881208555</id><published>2005-06-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:50:31.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very VERY Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAha dunno wat to do at hm, orchard oso shop till I sian liao... Any suggestion wat to do I'm so sian at hm. Maybe its time for me to get a job but my result haven come out very difficult to find a job. Maybe maybe look for a temp one. Maybe.... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last yr I got a job, I was paid to file my nails.. meaning nothing to do there onli chat on msn, do some basic accounting, clerical job answering phone calls, the pay not bad.. haha i wanna look for this kinda job again. Can call me lazy pig, I dun mind cos not everyone can afford to be lazy lol Frankly speaking, I'm really a very lazy person. At least I dare to admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Juz finish my Da Vinci COde, not bad but abit chim, now starting on another one called MORNING AFTER shld be not bad. Judging my reading speed think I need a week to finish my book..haha GOod books muz slowly read one not scan through. SO Aiden dun keep saying my speed very slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I juz fax my bintan registration form to Nirwana hotel resort, it cost me $1 lor, dunno the shopkeeper got calculate wrong anot, tot fax is the same as calling need $1 meh somemore dunno how many second onli. Nvm lar, worse fear is Nirwana nv receive my application form cos till now haven receive any email, they say they will email me to cfm the booking. Yeh going to Bintan. Later I call agency to ask bout Bangkok Trip, my friend told me the airport tax has risen. But who cares I'm not the one paying... hmmm Bohahahaha I'm going to conquer Siam Square and MBK *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shld I invest in peach girl comics like very waste money rite. My friend got the Taiwanese version VCD hey .. u noe wat to do hor... haha waiting for u to volunteer to lend me leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My friends ask me y no tag box, y no link, all these I wrote for fun haha no need to link lar. Tag box better dun, wait my sis vandalise my tag box. Me and her 8 character chiong ar.. haha keep fighting but onli for fun lar. Overall she's still very CUTE lar, this is the kinda word she LOVES she hear lor.. eg pretty, sweet, adorable, nice, good or juz say she n ah di very compatible lor... PUI! PUKE! HOw could I deceive myself to say all these lol (joking lar) -- add on if not she kill me later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111932582881208555?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111932582881208555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111932582881208555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/very-very-bored.html' title='Very VERY Bored'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111924372412471781</id><published>2005-06-19T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:03:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fried Chicken Chop nice rite.. shld be very nice lar if not honey wont say its good. Look at the glutton in the picture.. lol Thumb up keke . These few days weather damn hot, cannot stand it liao wanna cry.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hope he can get his leave this coming monday then I can go Bintan this weekend, nv go before, but friends all say not bad lar. Actually wanna give up this Bintan trip one cos everyone is so busy no leave, if wasted on this trip then my Bangkok trip how? I die die oso wanna go Bangkok. Nv go before abit mountain turtle.. haha but nvm lar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hong kong now got disney land liao, when i went last time only got ocean park. I nv go ocean park cos been to korea two largest amusment park liao, no point going in when its all the same. Korea got one freak lol dunno tt animal is called tiger or lion cos its the merger of tiger and lion. So poor thing no identity. Think I already check out most of the things i need to noe bout Thailand liao, now waiting for someone to cfm the trip onli cos he wanna go with his man... haiz outing army outing .. dun ask the whole company to go lar ask a few can liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Weather so hot all my pimples are popped out. SO SAD I really hate june lor, hotest month of the yr, can the sky juz cry abit to reduce the temperature. This kinda weather really will kill.Die of dehydration. This thur going for his army friends gathering, muz charge my digital camera to take some pics, haven take any pics of myself ever since i perm my hair. Talk bout my sickening digital cam, I received it as a V day present 2 yrs ago at the price of 699 and now it dropped to 399 wat the hell man. Time to chg.. lol maybe shld get a better digital with video and sound one. WAIT TILL I WORK. Dunno wat shld I wear, muz be presentable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sat still got bbq and my bf officers gathering. O god cut me into half.. haha My cousin coming bac from State with her hubby and daughter, nv seen her for ages liao, I cfm will go, guest appearance oso not bad lol. NV see her hubby before. Not chinese not ang mo dunno wat race cant rem liao. She's the first in the family to marry diff race. I wan oso lol... I dunno wat race i wan to marry to, definitely not malays and cfm not indian ( bad luck with them) make me suay onli. Indonesian Chinese oso not bad very rich.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yest went to ntuc to buy mosquito coil with my bf, tt tooz boy see the wrong price tag tot one box of coil cost 14++ where got so x one, then muz well kanna bit anyway after checking it cost onli $0.55. Anyway I will rem tt u use ur nail to sink it into my skin for the first time. It's pain lor. Haha we always fight but onli he kanna beaten. So proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111924372412471781?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111924372412471781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111924372412471781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/nice-nice.html' title='Nice Nice'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111873204000348470</id><published>2005-06-13T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T06:09:56.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TT Aiden dunno wat's going on in his brain.. keep asking me to get myself a pair of sunglass( for wat) I wont be using it anyway. Its a waste of money. I will onli allow him to buy once we have our own car, no pt buying now. Wait ppl say we trying to act cool... lol dun ask me to choose anymore. Buy now wait out dated then I regret how? U going to buy another one for me. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Know u're a meat eater... later I made fry pork chop for u and mango pudding.. nice! yummy yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yest went to watch Mr and Mrs Smith.. very nice two thumbs up.. wonder wat will happen to me if I fight with Aiden... I noe.. I will become the most flat roti prata in the world... bohahahahah. This week he haven look at my blog yet, think he see his pic on my blog I will become prata too. The most amusing fact is i'm 1.69m wt 47kg I nv lose to him in any fight before. He's 1.8m 79kg lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I juz received a msg requesting me to massage for him... hmmm how bout using the osim machine? I help u on the machine and keep eveything bac for u after use.. set haha Ask me to massage even more x then those professional.. bohahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111873204000348470?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111873204000348470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111873204000348470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/piss-off.html' title='Piss OFF'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111855113340019235</id><published>2005-06-11T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:43:50.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My NeW WatcH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="216" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image087.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha.. This is the DKNY watch I aim for 3 three weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally I got this watch, who dare to say my watch not nice.. I'm a woman of taste k .. hahaha like real. I bought the one with pink face cos I think its more special and its my favourite colour. The white face one look for classy. The one with pink crystal I will buy it with my first pay, think by the time I get my first pay, the watch will be outdated. I'm still sitting at hm, haven even send out any resume.. lazy sia haha But I still have no intention to send any out yet, I dun even know the one I wrote previously is in which document haha Shld be gone afterall the virus amd worm attack and reformat. I bought another skirt too, great singapore sale muz use this period to get all the things I wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hubby ironing clothes for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Xing Fu leh... haha he is oso ironing his uniform cos he said I dunno how to iron and make a mess haha true true.. Today he bought lotsa things oso one espirit shirt and a rip curl tee-shirt. Think he is going to kill me for putting this pic, he dun even noe I took the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111855113340019235?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111855113340019235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111855113340019235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-new-watch.html' title='My NeW WatcH'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111854955313022014</id><published>2005-06-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:17:43.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice DiNNeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Spaghetti WiF ClAm... Nice rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image081.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ALmoNd Jelly wif Longan but where's the longan.. haha haven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;put yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sting Ray with black pepper sauce but my bf said it look like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chicken in the pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cream of Mushroom.. can one bohahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7pm.. Waiting for my bf to come hm, he's on cab already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7.05. He reached hm, but still cannot start dinner yet.. cos I need to tell him how long and how hard it is for me to prepare the dinner. Actually no lar, juz wanna make him look and the food and drool. See no touch first.. bohahaha I spend round 1hr 15min to prepare all this lah, not very long cos most of them can buy from the shelf like the pasta sauce and the cream of mushroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7.30pm .. start dinner. Forgot to take pic of him eating .. haha he's going to kill me for tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111854955313022014?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111854955313022014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111854955313022014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/nice-dinner.html' title='Nice DiNNeR'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111837950954449564</id><published>2005-06-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:02:44.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BeauTifuL LunCh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image078.jpg" /&gt;ChicKen Chop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/jcyx1983/Image079.jpg" /&gt;PoRk Chop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who Dare to say I dunno HOW to cook?  Nice rite.. I spend the whole morning preparing lunch for my mom and sis. Nite still muz prepare again but for a special person which is my bf... My sis &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAID&lt;/span&gt; she wanna help me but she onli sit down there asking me to do this and tt and onli see the talking no action at all. I used to it liao .. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Long time nv cook liao, made a mess in the kitchen, I spend half an hr cleaning up the mess, but I think its worth it. A gal muz not onli has the required educational level but oso a good cooking skill. No guy can stand a gal who dunno how to cook and got to eat out. It's so unhealthy and I always get sick of eating outside after a while. I make it a pt to come hm for dinner from monday to friday. Sat and sun all good food from outside .. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I juz permed my hair yest, I think my hair is too short to carry the curl, muz grow longer abit, muz tell myself not to cut my hair.. haha This morn my bf sit at my bedside looking very stress out, he very 'ke lian' got to wake up early and go work every morn. If its me tt need to travel tt far think I will faint, the good part is I can choose my job but he cant. THink I muz really cook a good meal to cheer him up. Hope his boss dun give him too much work to do. Actually sign on is not really tt good afterall, imagine all ur friends enjoying their holiday yet u got to wake at at 5.30am to prepare for work. The best part of taking a scholarship is dun have to worry bout money. Mom oso think its very tiring to wake up tt early and travel tt far to work. Nvm, three months will past very fast, endure abit k, I will always be there for u haha.. more likely is the other way round.. hoho  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111837950954449564?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111837950954449564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111837950954449564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/beautiful-lunch.html' title='BeauTifuL LunCh'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111828835065155220</id><published>2005-06-09T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:51:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Blogskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I prefer this skin, the previous one is too kiddy for me. Although this skin is not fanciful but is good enough for me as plain is the best. My bf always say I out of fashion no taste.. haha Actually I prefer plain stuff, I'm not the kinda gal who will go for Jap fashion tt kinda stuff of colourful eye shadow thick makeup, I always believe natural is the best. If I've no fashion and no taste, R u implying tt I choose u cos I no taste too.. lol I choose u cos I prefer plain ( not complicated guys) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111828835065155220?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111828835065155220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111828835065155220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/plain-blogskin.html' title='Plain Blogskin'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111819936783283217</id><published>2005-06-08T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:52:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office WeAr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WEnt shopping with Renee yest, Can u imagine I had a hard time looking for suitable office wear. I onli manage to get one formal top for interview. Think I look like those small kids trying to act adult when I'm in formal wear. Muz be my hair, I'm going to perm it bac by this week. Actually I miss my curl but too bad my hair not long enough to look good in curl juz perm it first and let it grow longer. My hair really look dry .. haha I have been perming rebonding colouring perming and these process go on and nv stop. Even my bf is fed up with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We spend 26++ at coffee club, the coffee is real nice and the cake is not bad. Muz bring my bf to drink Mexicano next time cos its good... if he is to pay hmmm think he rather go coffee shop and save the money for something constructive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eyeing two watches both from DKNY, one is loud one is feminine with pink crystal. The loud one cos $195 not very expensive for a DKNY watch, the pink crystal one cos $235, which shld I get. Think I will get both... keke My bf wanna get one for me since he is getting his pay then the other one I will get it using my first pay then. Good idea rite, get the loud one first cos I dun have such a loud watch afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Suppose to go clubbing tonite, but Renee's dad is in hospital. We chg to next week haha Actually if I go today, no one pay for me cos hubby not free to go. TOmolo he had ibbt or ippt i dunno wat is tt called haha Simple and sweet NAFA test which i used the term during my jc time. HOpe Renee's dad get well soon. Sunday all go shopping k, finally everyone finish their paper. Y choose Sunday cos someone has guard duty and ask me to jio friends out. So sad no one to sing me to z at nite.. hoho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111819936783283217?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111819936783283217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111819936783283217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/office-wear.html' title='Office WeAr'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111805112589376960</id><published>2005-06-06T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:50:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DreAmZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you're the kinda who spend half of your time dreaming think its time to wake up ur idea. Why AM I toking bout dreaming stuff, its becos when I'm giving tuition last time, my kids love to dream.. day dreaming. He always get a earful from me if I saw him dreaming .. y build a cloud in the air. There are alot of side effects from dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, U wont get good result. The reason is simple, when U dream u will tend to switch off and u wont noe wat's happening in the surrounding. How could u listen to ur teacher when u dream at the same time. The common sentence I always hear from my student is," I dun understand wat the teacher is talking bout" I will ask:" which part u need me to explain again" My student will reply:" I dunno which part I dun understand, can u explain it again" FAINT How could ur result be good if u r a dreamer?&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, dreamers are loser. My mom always say " Why dream, work harder get wat u wan in life." Very meaningful sentence and I think its quite true. Those elite dun dream and they strive for wat they wan in life. When I'm bout to fall into my dream during lect I will tend to go for a walk or get a cup of coffee then bac to lect. Comparing the ability from my students, those who dream when I'm explaining are those with bad result.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, those ppl who dream are those with no confident and ability. If you have everythiing in life, y need to dream, use ur abilty to strive for things. BUT this sentence onli apply to meaningful goal not snatching others' bf or gf and be the third party.&lt;br /&gt;I have everything I wan so far, my life goes smoothly, I dun ask for much. I'm the kinda gal who will strive my my goal but not dream cos dream wont come true. Unless I dun wan and give up my goal if not no one can stop me or even smash everything I build with my bare hands. Everything I got now are all my hardship. I'm not a bright student in sch, but I work hard to get wat I wan in life including my certificate. PPl work for 2 hrs I work for 3hrs to get to understand the comcept the bright student understand in 2hrs. This is me .. this time round I dun get it I will try again till I get it. Clever ppl dun dream ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111805112589376960?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111805112589376960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111805112589376960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/dreamz.html' title='DreAmZ'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356376.post-111804953360226708</id><published>2005-06-05T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:50:22.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FiNaLLy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finally get to go shopping after 2 months of torturing from my books and notes. Its a whole family programme today including my bf. Although he nv buy anything but its his pleasure and honour to carry the shopping bags for three women .. lol He wanted to buy another pair of oakley but he thinks its abit too expensive so tt means I will get for him as a birthday present( maybe...) haha cos now my element M all come from mom and him. If I use my card to buy its the same as using his money to buy for himself.. clever rite then I dun have to spend a single cent.. even more clever rite.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After shopping for whole day finally realised I'm old liao. After the shopping trip, my whole body and leg oso ache. Is this an indication that I'm getting old? I used to go for shopping marathon and it lasted 2 weeks of doing nothing except eat sleep shop and sight-seeing. 2 weeks of shopping marathon, My body oso nv feels anything.. hmm Time to go for spa and body massage... haha Tai Tai lifestyle. I wanted to look for job one but juz tt everyone urge me to rest for a period of time first somemore someone is paying for my allowance y not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My sis was talking bout asshole will have a burning sensation when shitting after eating hot stuff during lunch. I'm utterly disguested by wat she said. She was toking bout shit after I have my first month of prawn noodles.. thank leh gal U really getting very notti nowadays.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13356376-111804953360226708?l=joanne1701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111804953360226708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13356376/posts/default/111804953360226708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanne1701.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='FiNaLLy..'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11615884989989761416</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></entry></feed>
