<?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-8668012216596923157</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:39:16.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchy me, Bitchy life</title><subtitle type='html'>Memories of Jess...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-6424868088934639265</id><published>2009-04-03T21:09:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:47:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'goon Gdn</title><content type='html'>It has been 6 mths since i last join S'goon Gdn.. Rem the first time when i went there.. I was so blur, and i juz kept quiet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast, i left gdn for Parkway Parade.. The whole process of getting to noe the new branch has started and it juz sucks.. I juz hate to leave the place which i has come so used to.. And before i leave, i grabbed a few of them to hava pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOwoXBMMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vEVhcJnUIrI/s1600-h/DSCN0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320456238415294658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOwoXBMMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vEVhcJnUIrI/s200/DSCN0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryl, my "sch bus" kaki on 136.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYPP1ft7RI/AAAAAAAAAhM/L94_W2a3phk/s1600-h/DSCN0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320456774517386514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYPP1ft7RI/AAAAAAAAAhM/L94_W2a3phk/s200/DSCN0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine, officer at PBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOl1PvY8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/dAJo9kFTiZA/s1600-h/DSCN0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320456052895867842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOl1PvY8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/dAJo9kFTiZA/s200/DSCN0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina, affectionately known as Na-na.. She's my mentor for referral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOYRJ6xjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9qE2S3kejVY/s1600-h/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320455819869472306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOYRJ6xjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9qE2S3kejVY/s200/DSCN0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers 3.. See no evil, Hear no evil, Say no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOMrIvn2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/EG2gZucAFVI/s1600-h/DSCN0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320455620685438818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOMrIvn2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/EG2gZucAFVI/s200/DSCN0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Xiao Lao Ban, affectionately known as Xiao Qiang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYNdIyyejI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0WH7VvDS0AM/s1600-h/DSCN0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320454804012694066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYNdIyyejI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0WH7VvDS0AM/s200/DSCN0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cash officer, Dorothy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYNRVM25AI/AAAAAAAAAgc/a6szu7-4RB4/s1600-h/DSCN0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320454601184830466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYNRVM25AI/AAAAAAAAAgc/a6szu7-4RB4/s200/DSCN0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss fr Ang-ang, my mentor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYNCciekKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mLm-zk9Zv9k/s1600-h/DSCN0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320454345456521378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYNCciekKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mLm-zk9Zv9k/s200/DSCN0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sisters at Gdn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang, Me and Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYM1xoGflI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xpVEmZAJGzc/s1600-h/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320454127778954834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYM1xoGflI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xpVEmZAJGzc/s200/DSCN0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Policeman" of Gdn, Desmond.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Responsible to bug us on keeping our name and CTS stamps.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he will also bug us on ECs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMnO3B8-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/z97Uu65Rkv8/s1600-h/DSCN0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320453877928162274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMnO3B8-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/z97Uu65Rkv8/s200/DSCN0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang, my mentor.. Thanks alot for ur help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMYyc1feI/AAAAAAAAAf8/e14koQ93uxk/s1600-h/DSCN0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320453629783932386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMYyc1feI/AAAAAAAAAf8/e14koQ93uxk/s200/DSCN0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real policeman of the branch.. Upholds the safety of the bank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMOBks2AI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bs_wq25OORM/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320453444864890882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMOBks2AI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bs_wq25OORM/s200/DSCN0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMDhSodzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/p9QoSrlmoHg/s1600-h/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320453264400480050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYMDhSodzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/p9QoSrlmoHg/s200/DSCN0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Christina and Sharon.. Both r very motherly to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYL2XNvYEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-EEromvl1qA/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320453038357307458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYL2XNvYEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-EEromvl1qA/s200/DSCN0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Xiao Yan jie.. SHe taught me lotsa life's lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYLm8T91HI/AAAAAAAAAfc/QvPgwK46lUY/s1600-h/DSCN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320452773437625458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYLm8T91HI/AAAAAAAAAfc/QvPgwK46lUY/s200/DSCN0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and sherry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYLZPWQCbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/48FEoe8YSyg/s1600-h/DSCN0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320452538029312434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYLZPWQCbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/48FEoe8YSyg/s200/DSCN0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alicia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYLK_79LzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/alAUrAeBGeM/s1600-h/DSCN0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320452293374324530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYLK_79LzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/alAUrAeBGeM/s200/DSCN0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Serene, our CTS clerk.. Another motherly figure of Gdn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYK3r4aS-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/6668DslteQg/s1600-h/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320451961573231586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYK3r4aS-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/6668DslteQg/s200/DSCN0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my Ce-ce, Cecilia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8668012216596923157-6424868088934639265?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6424868088934639265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6424868088934639265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6424868088934639265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6424868088934639265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2009/04/sgoon-gdn.html' title='S&apos;goon Gdn'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SdYOwoXBMMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vEVhcJnUIrI/s72-c/DSCN0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-5843421262054864506</id><published>2009-03-26T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:32:47.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time....</title><content type='html'>... since i last blogged.. Nothing much to blog is 1 reason.. I guess my life muz hav been the smoothest sailing one ard in this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2, work has been taking so much of my time, almost my whole life now.. That i really dun hav the energy to do somethg else.. I guess it;s an excuse i giv myself.. But look at me, i will only hang ard til the wee hrs cos i'm off tmr.. How sad can my life be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate my job.. But the pay and benefits juz entices me so much.. Sometimes i hope i can go back to the times of uni, where life was juz abt studies, projs and tom yam shui jiao... But such gd life does not exist anymore.. Welcome to the real world.. The journey which living is wat it truly is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to learnt abt office politics.. I felt pretty wronged today.. I didn mean to hold up ur time.. But then again, ur scope of job cld be done by someone else, isnt it? I dun understand.. I haven had lunch til 3 (although i noe lunch isn really tt impt, and tt i shldn be complaining abt such trival issue), but i didn mean to hold u up.. Look at the circumstances at tt time. If u were me, will u leave to go for lunch? Thus, i had to make sure tt i explain myself fully, whether u like it or not.. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss says i'm different fr when i first join Gdn. I was quiet, but now, i'm noisy.. I guess i;m opening up to the pple there. I cant stand a moment of silence.. I wonder how some can... To me, "Silence is Golden" is rubbish.. How can anyone ever stand not talking at all??? But i;m glad i'm opening up.. Perhaps i open too much le.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-5843421262054864506?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5843421262054864506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=5843421262054864506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/5843421262054864506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/5843421262054864506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time....'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7411990709068402534</id><published>2009-02-05T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:12:21.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UOB Lady's card</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. My much awaited UOB Lady's Card has arrived.. My first ever credit card under my name.. (although i 've been living with juz a debit card though) But then, i guess this card will be "juz another card" in my wallet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will not induce me to spend and overspend.. Times r hard, cant really spend though.. And the devil of credit card, it induces u to spend without much consideration. It's only when u receive the bill that wll scare the shit out of u.. Muahaha.. SOunbds really scary, but it;s the truth which i muz drill it into my head.. REMEMBER THAT, JESSICA FOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red rose on the Lady's card looks pretty cool, although i thot the silver rose on the platinum card looks more chio.. But, watever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7411990709068402534?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7411990709068402534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7411990709068402534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7411990709068402534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7411990709068402534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2009/02/uob-ladys-card.html' title='UOB Lady&apos;s card'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-2626896656199590071</id><published>2009-01-25T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:42:26.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 23rd Bdae!!!</title><content type='html'>Well well, this post is a little lagging.. But i still muz write somethg abt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was celebrating my bdae on mon.. But the first cake came fr s'goon gdn branch.. We were having branch meeting and they threw a surprise at me.. Lao ban bought a cake for me to celebrate.. Thank you lao ban.. Deeply touched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came mon.. Was planning to meet ignites for reunion dinner. But they cancelled it.. Was a little disappointed.. Then i went home late.. ended wk late.. Pa went to pick me.. When i went back, da sao told me tt my frens will be coming over.. I was like "is it?" Then i went to ask ma.. but she said "no leh". So i thot there muz be some miscommunication somewhere ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ting called slightly after i finish my dinner.. She told me to go side gate to meet her, she passing my present.. When i went down, i saw her.. Was small chatting to her for a while, then pei popped out fr nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"SURPRISE!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It really was.. Then nee came out fr nowhere also.. And lastly, yip popped out too.. Thanks ignites for the surprises.. Deeply appreciated it.. It was really was a sweet and pleasant surprise for me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you everyone for celebrating my bdae with me.. And thank the rest for all ur bdae msgs... Deeply appreciated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2626896656199590071?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2626896656199590071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2626896656199590071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2626896656199590071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2626896656199590071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-23rd-bdae.html' title='Happy 23rd Bdae!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7974660815471380318</id><published>2009-01-18T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:11:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korea Trip</title><content type='html'>I juz realised, the blog post of the Korea trip was not uploaded.. So i had to rewrite the whole post again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the entry which i wrote has nothg much also.. Cos i said to refer to the link below.. So once again, this is the link to refer to to more of our activites in korea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iambored-iambored.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.iambored-iambored.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then this trip was a real scary one.. COs fu mama went on the trip with tons of budget.. And she spent big time in Korea.. With a sluggish economy, and fu mama being such a big spender, think she can save their economy in a way.. Muahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here;s wat she spent on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S$ 2000+ on ginseng products&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S$ 600+ on The FACE SHOP products..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S$xxx on all the laa laa zaa zaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;for this trip, we managed to catch snow while we were at the Ski resort.. It;s great and surreal to c snow falling fr the sky.. It's like... Wow, so tt;s how snow is like.. And the snow continued on into the nite.. Snow scene in the day and in the nite is very different.. And it;s difficult to write down, u need to be there to experience urself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And i will definitely miss eating ice cream while the weather is like -10.C. The ice cream takes a long time to melt.. And all the strawberries and persimmons.. They are so sweet, it;s as if they r being soaked in sugar syrup... They r really different from strawberries sold in S'pore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pics shld be uploaded soon.. (i hope).. Hee.. soon lah, soon lah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7974660815471380318?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7974660815471380318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7974660815471380318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7974660815471380318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7974660815471380318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2009/01/korea-trip.html' title='korea Trip'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7672310053297267675</id><published>2009-01-13T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:23:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A7B reunion dinner</title><content type='html'>Ok folks.. I noe this is really rushing and abrupt.. But i will like to organise a reunion dinner so tt we folks at A7B can meet up.. It has been a long time since we last met.. The last time was like at Central.. which was like last yr le.. So it;s really time for some catching up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: I dun mind a weekday this wk or next wk..&lt;br /&gt;           Alternatively, 7th/8th Feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: TBC (anyone with any suggestions, feel free to throw in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: pls spread this piece of news ard so tt almost everyone will noe..&lt;br /&gt;         r.s.v.p will be gladly appreciated..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7672310053297267675?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7672310053297267675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7672310053297267675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7672310053297267675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7672310053297267675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2009/01/korean-trip.html' title='A7B reunion dinner'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7301222997749571876</id><published>2008-12-08T08:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:15:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTERY LOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Low Battery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should change your battery or switch to outlet power immediately to keep from losing your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn this line looks familiar.. This applies exactly to me now.. Not tt i'm lazy and i dun wanna wk, (although i muz agree i'm pretty lazy to a certain extent) but it's juz tt work has sucked and is still sucking away a big portion of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sick to do anythg after wk.. I will juz lie on my sofa like a couch potato and not wanna move anymore.. This is terrible sia.. And no more late nites for me (which i'm missing) cos once 1030 comes, my body will wanna lie above King Koil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wat can i say.. i;ve been having dreams (not exactly nightmares though) and they r all on work related shit..&lt;br /&gt;The first dream was abt some daily wk shit tt i do.. So it was like a reflection of me doing the daily transaction in the bank.. So it was still not so bad.. I juz woke up thinkin, am i wking or still at home slping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dream was the scary one.. And it happened last nite.. I dreamt tt i had forgotten to give my keys (both my petty cash box and counter keys) to my cash officers.. These 2 sets of keys hav to be given back at the end of the day to be locked up in the vault. I dunno y, I was busy chatting outside or looking at my emails when my cash officer was in the backroom trying to c whose keys were not returned back. And the next scene i noe, she called me to the backroom and asked me for my keys.. I was like "oh ya, my keys haven return to u" and she was like screaming her lungs out "i try to find for 1 over hours to c whose keys not in, and u are the one." And somehow, she called some i-dunno-who to complain to her abt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream is so real... I seriously dun wana deja vu on this.. I better be careful.. Dun wanna ruffle the wrong feathers man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dun really hate wking or my job.. There are nice cx, ad there are also nasty ones.. So i'm thankful for my "i'm under training" badge.. It really is my amulet and it wards off all evil stares and scoldings/criticisms.. The last thg i will wan are all these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it;s becos i'm having off days for the mth of dec.. (used them to offset my holiday later in the mth so tt i dun hav to take so many days of leave) so everythg seems to be a little long and tiring.. But i'm doing the countdown.. Another 18 more days to go before i can escape for a small holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to it.. and looking forward to meeting up with ignites, xuan and xiang.. And my company;s xmas dinner at merchant court..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7301222997749571876?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7301222997749571876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7301222997749571876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7301222997749571876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7301222997749571876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/12/battery-low.html' title='BATTERY LOW'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-4337893271156046649</id><published>2008-11-20T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:20:57.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jie and her 3 wks stay</title><content type='html'>Jie was here to stay with us for 3 weeks.. But when she packed her stuff to get ready to go home today, i realised she looked like she has stayed with us for 3 YEARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with her having to come over to bunk with us cos her hubby is away to Aust. for training.. Then his grandma passed away, and my ma thot it may not be so good for her to come bunk with us so soon.. (well, u noe all those "pandang" stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had no choice, i had to go stay with her at Bishan until when she's "ok" to come back. Me and pa stayed with her at Bishan until the Saturday when she can come back.. She packed all her stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the big blue Ikea carrier stuffed full to the brim with all her clothes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 suitcase (she was preparing to go Bangkok, so she also packed her BKK stuff)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all the little/big bags of knick-knacks (think there was abt 3 bags of it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my bag of clothes (rem i went to stay with her) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 bags of knick-knacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;with all those big bags of thgs, small bags of thgs, we looked like we were skipping town, or fleeing from creditors.. Think we looked damn hilarious lah.. When we went down to load our thgs to pa's car, he was like "y so many thgs???" We filled up his backseats (equavilent to a normal car boot size) with all our barang barangs. Supe siao lor..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so she came back.. And the house was filled with noise and more noise.. I guess it;s becos it;s back to 3 women in the hse.. And wat do they always say, 3women=1 market.. Think it;s super true over at my hse..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the thgs i will miss shld be all these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her bunking in with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My bed is only super-single.. but it has to take both of us, and we r not those supermodel stick-thin type.. (so u noe de lah) I was still pondering on how we r gg to slp in the nite, cos the bed is small.. We sure cant slp well and if it;s a wking day the next day, then both of us sure die one.. Cos i will juz wanna slp during wk..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her cooking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes she will buy stuff back to cook.. Like an additional soup last nite.. And with her back, Ma was more than willing to cook. (usually, she will juz ask me and pa to "da pao".. Super bias lor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her going shopping with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Now, we can go shopping for both Saturdays and Sundays.. And since i was having my training for the past 2 weeks or so, I can to go on OFF on Saturdays.. So can go shop shop, and bring hell to all the salesgirls.. muahaha.. (Basically we juz buy all the winter stuff lah.. so it;s only those standard winter wear shops which we were visiting) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, it's juz with an additional person, the house seems a little more livier.. Cos there will be an additional person talking.. And pa and ma can hav another person to talk to.. cos if they talk to me, i will juz "shoot" them.. Haha.. I'm not so mean lah, in case u r wondering.. I;m nice lor.. Hee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-4337893271156046649?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4337893271156046649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=4337893271156046649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4337893271156046649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4337893271156046649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/11/jie-and-her-3-wks-stay.html' title='Jie and her 3 wks stay'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3453136828256910633</id><published>2008-11-07T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:41:43.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Started!!!</title><content type='html'>Well well.. training has started.. And i hav been reporting to Tampines UOB for the past few days, and the many more days to come.. But it was great on the whole, at least i can leave the branch for a few days, (since i also dunno wat to do there) and go for my training..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt abt different money related stuff, such as the different elements and security features of currencies, how to handle and count the cash, the differnt types of cheques and their validity etc.. Pretty interesting.. Just that the tests that follow is a little turnoff.. Made me feel like i;m going for exams etc.. Just that i dun hav 15 mins reading time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wat can i say abt lunch.. We juz go out and ta bao back.. All the vending machines in the pantry, and the free flow of drinks.. WOW... Heaven man... we juz bunk ourselves in the pantry during lunch and tea breaks.. and we pull 3 tables tgt so that we can sit tgt during lunch. Felt like we were having conferences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to meet the rest of the TSO.. It feels like we are in a class.. And we r back for some lectures etc.. Think this is UOB Uni.. Muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3453136828256910633?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3453136828256910633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3453136828256910633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3453136828256910633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3453136828256910633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/11/training-started.html' title='Training Started!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7262983645294680199</id><published>2008-10-23T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:46:09.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How;s everyone???</title><content type='html'>Well well.. As we engage in work, i realised we hav somewat drifted apart.. Well, at least, me haven been meeting up with some of my folks.. With this blog, i shall express my "misery of unable to meet u all" here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Xuan:&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey.. ur exams r coming le.. Jia you ah!!! Shld be in less than a mth;s time ba.. Jia you.. Haven seen u and xiang for swim.. So sad.. nv swim, getting so lethargic le.. And i miss all the bitching with u babes.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Xiang:&lt;br /&gt;Oei, how;s life at DOS? Muahaha.. Me still surviving well at UOB.. Still got go Sentosa and beachvolley not? Wa lau.. never jio.. Muahaha.. I can take the heat one u noe.. I juz went thru my team building.. Now whole body "orh orh" le.. so sad..  There goes my "snow white" outlook (puke puke) Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Pei:&lt;br /&gt;U too.. Exams coming le.. Muz jia you!!! U can do it de.. And when ur exams r over, u can look forward to ur Wk le.. Wah.. u super "piah" lor.. U dun need to take 5 one meh? muahaha.. See u on wed.. :) (e rest of ignites.. *hint hint*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nee:&lt;br /&gt;My silly-bank ger.. "e citi nv slps ah".. muahaha.. u dun so cheong hor.. (dun so cheong in the context of gg cheong at nite, in case the rest thinks she damn cheong for sales.. since times r so bad now.. Muahaha.. Nee is gg to kill me!!)  Muz slp ok.. and look after urself hor.. Hope to c u on wed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lin:&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. how;s ur new job at AXA.. ever since u started wk, haven seen u online le.. Wah.. u so cheong for sales ah?? Times a bit hard now.. So dun be too hard on urself ya.. Do take care of urself ya, dun overwork urself yupz.. Hope to c u soon ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ting:&lt;br /&gt;Yoz yoz.. busy not? Sony got ill treat u not? haha.. Juz kidding.. I;m sure u r enjoying urself at wk, although journey time tends to be a little on the negative side.. but i;m sure u can conquer it one.. Meet up soon yupz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yip:&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya.. i noe, u r in Vietnam, enjoyin the time of ur life now.. But u sure will be back to c this one (whether u like it or not).. Muahaha.. Better get souvenirs for us ah.. (no dirty clothes though) I noe u will only c tis when u r back.. so if u didn get us any stuff, u better go flip and flop ur suitcase and try to dig somethg out for us.. Hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jie:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. u r coming over this wkend to squeeze with me le.. How to slp sia?? U better think of somethg lor.. I dun wanna suffer fr lack of slp.. My dark eye rings r alr showing like no one's business le.. Better do somethg ah!! -I WILL FOLLOW UP ON IT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Weida:&lt;br /&gt;Meet for dinner real soon ah.. Come to chomp chomp hor.. i too lazy to travel.. Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.. think tt shld be all le bah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7262983645294680199?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7262983645294680199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7262983645294680199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7262983645294680199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7262983645294680199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/10/hows-everyone.html' title='How;s everyone???'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-1193297583770540042</id><published>2008-10-21T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:37:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat on my back</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. I wanna giv myself a pat on my back.. I managed to figure out how to change the damn blog song.. "Ho hap-pi ah" (wah.. so long nv use this phrase liao.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ignites, u guys will noe wat this phrase means :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. i noe i took a damn long time to figure such simple thgs out.. But wat can i say, I'm Paris' BFF (Best fren forever).. We lead a simple life as we hav brain capacity of proportionate capacity.. Muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt simple brain.. I was abt to write somethg, but i forgot le.. Never mind lah.. This means that it is not impt.. I shall write it down when i remember...&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.. Pls refer to the italics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Dear Leonard, I thot u r supposed to plan a gathering or sort.. Ur dear Weida is asking me abt it.. Pls hor, I dunno wat to say leh.. (muahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--PLEASE FOLLOW-UP--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1193297583770540042?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1193297583770540042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1193297583770540042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1193297583770540042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1193297583770540042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/10/pat-on-my-back.html' title='Pat on my back'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-1934784310011056588</id><published>2008-10-14T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:25:39.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zou Gang Liao aka Start Work Already</title><content type='html'>Well well.. As the title suggests, I hav started working le.. Hav engaged myself into the rat race, but i'm still not sure how it is like exactly, cos it;s juz orientation day, or shld i say, days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to "secrecy issues"(this idea has been brainwashed to us many many many many times), i guess i shall skip the details and activites during these 2 days of orientation.. But the only thing i like is the long lunch hours.. Alot of chilling out to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for yesterday, since i had 2 hrs or so of break, i went down to Chinatown to meet pa and ma.. No choice lor.. ASA told us that the flight for our yr end vacation trip will be delayed to 220am.. Freaking LATE, or shld i say, EARLY.. Anyway, i nv like to fly so late.. the reasons being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is nothing to shop inside the departure areas except DFS and Nuance Watson.. (Y will i wanna spend so much money on liquor and cosmetics?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My beauty sleep will be disrupted, which is damn terrible.. Cos i will jet lag the next morning and it will affect my itinenary the next day and the entire mood.. Damn irritating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, wat can we do rite? I mean, utimately, we are at the mercy of "u-noe-who" and "ya-lah-the-who" lor.. So, wat to do leh.. Go down and complain also no use.. Cos our whinings also wun be transferred to the airline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today, had a long lunch hr break too.. So yup, we plan to go down to Suntec for lunch.. I went down to meet Nee for lunch, since she;s wking around tt area.. So, might as well rite? Haha.. not trying to be anti-social lah (no worries nee), but somehow still cant really blend in with some of them.. Cos perhaps, different Unis mah.. So yupz, such thgs take time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That;s roughly about all lah.. And did i say i will be going down to 2 different branches to act as mystery shopper..Muahaha.. So fun sia.. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i will be posted to Serangoon Gardens branch for my 1st 6 mths.. Cool sia.. (Lin, can i longbang Ah Tan's car home? Muahaha.. Juz kidding lah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1934784310011056588?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1934784310011056588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1934784310011056588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1934784310011056588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1934784310011056588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/10/zou-gang-liao-aka-start-work-already.html' title='Zou Gang Liao aka Start Work Already'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-2883742855367848123</id><published>2008-10-12T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:01:20.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure coincidence or simply similar???</title><content type='html'>I was asked to blog.. And since i happen to visit Yip's blog, and i saw his &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; "new" display pic, it gave me so much 感触..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realised that i've invested so much time in watching Taiwan variety shows, that suddenly, everyone ard me look like someone fr the entertainment scene in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below shows 2 pics which i thot, they look... PRETTY MUCH THE SAME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Note the Similarity??**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SPDXQa2aDHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zYxIJaJ1mR4/s1600-h/7108762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255937442226769010" style="CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SPDXQa2aDHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zYxIJaJ1mR4/s200/7108762.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SPDZaiQLbMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CyF6Qu6zWuU/s1600-h/jxt_001684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255939815035858114" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SPDZaiQLbMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CyF6Qu6zWuU/s200/jxt_001684.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left shows Gang Hao, my "ho hia ti", and&lt;br /&gt;On the right shows 沈玉林, popular Taiwanese producer behind variety shows such as 《黄金B咖线》and《我猜我猜我猜猜猜》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CREDITS FOR 2 PICS..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davincent.weebly.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://davincent.weebly.com/index.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zy.ydy.com/bbs/read.php?tid=92736"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://zy.ydy.com/bbs/read.php?tid=92736&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2883742855367848123?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2883742855367848123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2883742855367848123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2883742855367848123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2883742855367848123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/10/pure-coincidence-or-simply-similar.html' title='Pure coincidence or simply similar???'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SPDXQa2aDHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zYxIJaJ1mR4/s72-c/7108762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-8700994075769044845</id><published>2008-09-29T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:23:49.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: IGNITES NEXT MEET-UP</title><content type='html'>Due to unforseen circumstances, Ignites' next meet-up has been postponed to the following week.. Details as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day/Date: Tuesday, 7th Oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: To be confirmed.. (pls provide some suggestions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls confirm attendance asap, so that we can do necessary changes etc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8700994075769044845?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8700994075769044845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8700994075769044845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8700994075769044845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8700994075769044845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/re-ignites-next-meet-up.html' title='RE: IGNITES NEXT MEET-UP'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3961697989897730351</id><published>2008-09-27T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:57:26.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>Juz went swimming with xuan and xiang.. Well.. it's juz swimming for both me and xuan.. Xiang chose to go to the gym cos she itchy backside lah, go beach volley last sat.. and now she's all sunburnt and peeling.. Sio she cant get into the pool.. Guess the chlorine within the pool will knock her unconscious due to the immersed pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our "vigourous" (for xiang only,i think) exercise, we went to coffee shop for some dinner cum supper.. ordered some super unhealthy food such as chee chong fun and dim sum.. chatted til abt 1115 til we made a move to hit home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i'm typing this entry, poor xiang is still stcuk at potong pasir, hoping to catch the last bus home to yishun.. She took train to Sengkang, hoping to catch bus 965 home.. But she missed the last bus.. So she took NEL again, hoping to go down to Potong Pasir to catch 853.. But i check SMRT guide for her, last bus for 853 leaves at 2330 fr Geylang terminal.. So i dunno if she can still make it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared for her safety.. Now that i'm all bathed and ready to hit the bed, she's still outside, waiting to make her way home.. So sorry dear.. Shld hav left earlier... Let's hope she gets onto the bus real soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3961697989897730351?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3961697989897730351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3961697989897730351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3961697989897730351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3961697989897730351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-2918828863402580748</id><published>2008-09-24T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:41:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNITES' MEETUP</title><content type='html'>Hey Ignites... Time for some meetup le.. Details as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day/Date: Tues 30th Sept 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Abt 7pm.. (since some of u folks hav wk b4 tt.. giv some "comfortable" time for u all to come down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Yet to confirmed.. Some ideas pls.. (it;s hari raya, so no geylang serai pls.. sure crowded one.. muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple dinner for all of us to catch up on life, wk etc etc.. and since wed is a PH, we can nua a little longer into the night.. So everyone.. pls try to make it ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2918828863402580748?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2918828863402580748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2918828863402580748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2918828863402580748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2918828863402580748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/ignites-meetup.html' title='IGNITES&apos; MEETUP'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-4070323376175244933</id><published>2008-09-20T21:23:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:53:55.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some miscellaneous pics</title><content type='html'>I'll be using Nee's method of blogging.. Realised i hav too many pics in my phone.. Haven been writing or ilustrating abt them.. So i thot, might as well juz put all in the blog.. So i can refer them back, and everyone can see also.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/09/2008 (Jac's Place)&lt;br /&gt;Introducing... 小秋.. It's the name of the little bird whose father was eaten by a cat. Jac took it back to rear for a few days cos the vet who's supposed to look after it was away for a hol. (by the way, it;s his cat who ate the papa bird up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUBLgI1M0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/mND9duDVCsc/s1600-h/20092008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248102237887345474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUBLgI1M0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/mND9duDVCsc/s200/20092008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/09/2008 (Chinatown hawker center)&lt;br /&gt;Went there to run some errands. So 顺便 go there and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUBDrpE0iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FDsiCOY-q4M/s1600-h/19092008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248102103536423458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUBDrpE0iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FDsiCOY-q4M/s200/19092008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the long queue in front of the famous 酿豆腐 stall. This stall always appear on the TV. Forgot to try them out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUA8eYnagI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IsP0lurs0cg/s1600-h/19092008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248101979718642178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUA8eYnagI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IsP0lurs0cg/s200/19092008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long awaited popiah.. So happy that i finally get to eat popiah, since not many stalls r selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/09/2008 (Kovan Melody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAyAyocVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wVMC4zJuf8k/s1600-h/01092008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248101799976005970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAyAyocVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wVMC4zJuf8k/s200/01092008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatch a pic of lucas when Isaac was supposed to be the lead. Look at his cheeky face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAr6DzmxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/r-NCfy6XPTs/s1600-h/01092008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248101695089777426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAr6DzmxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/r-NCfy6XPTs/s200/01092008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac and his forever "I-迁就- you-ah" smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/08/2008 (Coffee Club Clarke Quay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAgYUs2HI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ycI5_FE8oE/s1600-h/30082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248101497055271026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAgYUs2HI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ycI5_FE8oE/s200/30082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some LKP session after class gathering dinner. I forgot wat i order le. Opps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/08/2008 (Kovan Melody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAUVZK9vI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oM3qpljvTUo/s1600-h/18072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248101290110285554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAUVZK9vI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oM3qpljvTUo/s200/18072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and his 杰作. He always disturb "Baby", making him carrying the phone, remote control and a piece of.. Yup, ur eyes r not playing tricks on u!! ERASER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAJ0uE1ZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HsVUmU2HMPk/s1600-h/18082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248101109540902290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUAJ0uE1ZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HsVUmU2HMPk/s200/18082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac and his oversized shirt (bought by Jie) and his handful of cards. He imagine himself to be 赌神.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/08/2008 (Kovan Melody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_rHMI_EI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vfSRFEqIqAw/s1600-h/09082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248100581922896962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_rHMI_EI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vfSRFEqIqAw/s200/09082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's NDP day. Cos it was raining like crazy, the acrobatic acts by the Black Knights were not clear. But we caught a rainbow across the sky. Beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/08/2008 (Breakfast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_bhC_xCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0kMCSW8pw94/s1600-h/07082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248100313985958946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_bhC_xCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0kMCSW8pw94/s200/07082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My McGriddles breakfast. "U-noe-de-ah" I just love the slogan for their advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/08/2008 (Kovan Melody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_NjqvMfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/k07WdvleA84/s1600-h/04082008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248100074171347442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_NjqvMfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/k07WdvleA84/s200/04082008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;奶奶 was away in Genting.. so Lucas was given the chance to eat around the house. There he is, enjoying his favourite fruit, the Durian. He's enjoying lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_Hv1VlJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tVLFww5yea8/s1600-h/04082008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099974357816466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_Hv1VlJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tVLFww5yea8/s200/04082008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i asked him to smile, he gave me this expression -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_AOhT6YI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QvfI9-FEx-4/s1600-h/04082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099845156366722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT_AOhT6YI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QvfI9-FEx-4/s200/04082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger-Licking Goooooooood~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/08/2008 (Kovan Melody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the 3rd NE show. So we managed to snag some acts by the Black Knights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-3i_ytQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SuxHKmoOzbY/s1600-h/02082008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099696034100482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-3i_ytQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SuxHKmoOzbY/s200/02082008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-x6xJxVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oLkw1YLmMcg/s1600-h/02082008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099599335933266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-x6xJxVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oLkw1YLmMcg/s200/02082008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love for S'pore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/08/2008 (Traffic Junction at Orchard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-o54hcCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UlngufgMrNw/s1600-h/02082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099444479586338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-o54hcCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UlngufgMrNw/s200/02082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was doing his part for charity. Instead of the usual grimy kids asking for donations half-heartedly, as part of chalking enuf CIP hrs, this guy was "performing" acts using his football. He left his donation can on the floor. I was impressed, so i dropped in my donations as a form of support to him, for his effort and of cos, his impressive acts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/08/2008 (NATAS Fair at S'pore Expo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the sports car put up by Etihad Airways. Swee-Dang-Dang~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-iR4LdyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CxgA-9r5I4Q/s1600-h/01082008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099330661512994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-iR4LdyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CxgA-9r5I4Q/s200/01082008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at its power, charging at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-YyNg4vI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wnC0ykW5msk/s1600-h/01082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099167542239986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-YyNg4vI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wnC0ykW5msk/s200/01082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its side view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/07/2008-08/07/2008 (Genting Trip)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-C1qjr8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/A66Rm-8Ov4Q/s1600-h/08072008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248098790512242626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT-C1qjr8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/A66Rm-8Ov4Q/s200/08072008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, we juz let off a loud yawnzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT97KK7pXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4prx9Wil-vY/s1600-h/08072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248098658577786226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT97KK7pXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4prx9Wil-vY/s200/08072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, but we still wanna "act-cute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9zPCv_0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XJmseR5JB_U/s1600-h/08072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248098522446692162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9zPCv_0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XJmseR5JB_U/s200/08072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest regret--&gt;Never drink "Kopi bean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9qrwPUfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HZOXEHZx9js/s1600-h/08072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248098375534858738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9qrwPUfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HZOXEHZx9js/s200/08072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, managed to catch the fog go past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9kAMYhqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mpASGtBYtNM/s1600-h/08072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248098260762527394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9kAMYhqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mpASGtBYtNM/s200/08072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see, Cannot See.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9dYchWqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ixhUVmuXOjk/s1600-h/07072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248098147013581474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9dYchWqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ixhUVmuXOjk/s200/07072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sign is all lighted up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9WPJEKgI/AAAAAAAAATw/GMj8lp-SxEI/s1600-h/07072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248098024256973314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9WPJEKgI/AAAAAAAAATw/GMj8lp-SxEI/s200/07072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobble down some Buskin Robbins on our last nite there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grb Jac to cam-whore some pics with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9LXKTjhI/AAAAAAAAATo/cDivDf-LYt0/s1600-h/07072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248097837431098898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNT9LXKTjhI/AAAAAAAAATo/cDivDf-LYt0/s200/07072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cant resists the sweetness of her ice cream. I cant resist not taking pics with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad sia, i didn noe so much had happened to me during these 3 mths of my slacking life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i get ready before the the commencement of my working life, i wondered, "How many of such slacking 3 mths will i get in future?" It was a privilege, no need to worry abt money, life and time. Juz nua-ing is such a privilege.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8668012216596923157-4070323376175244933?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4070323376175244933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=4070323376175244933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4070323376175244933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4070323376175244933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-miscellaneous-pics.html' title='Some miscellaneous pics'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNUBLgI1M0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/mND9duDVCsc/s72-c/20092008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-1868084376781077516</id><published>2008-09-20T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:56:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Strong</title><content type='html'>Stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;Receive your courage from ur inner self.&lt;br /&gt;Much as u wanna give up and leave this place once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;Much as the people ard u r trampling on you, leaving you breathless,&lt;br /&gt;Remember, someone else is out there looking out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ever feel like a drifting log in the middle of the big ocean..&lt;br /&gt;Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you will have the chance of finding a buoy, however slight the chance may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is never a good place.&lt;br /&gt;People are fighting the same piece of pie for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;If you find that you r not given a space to fight for the pie, but juz left with the crumbs,&lt;br /&gt;Remember, taking too much of the pie may lead to indigestion. The crumbs may in fact relate more of the goodness of the pie to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press on.&lt;br /&gt;Do things which you think you r rite in.&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever argue for things which you think they are wrong in.&lt;br /&gt;Much as we hate to work for others, do things out of our scope,&lt;br /&gt;Remember, these jobs are passed ard as others hate to do work out of their scopes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1868084376781077516?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1868084376781077516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1868084376781077516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1868084376781077516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1868084376781077516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/stay-strong.html' title='Stay Strong'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3825770502217982867</id><published>2008-09-20T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:42:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!!!</title><content type='html'>Alrity, it's official. I've stopped my tuition work at Kembagan. Feeling kinda sad when i told the kids that i'll be leaving. I mean, after all, 2 of them will be sitting for their PSLE in 1 wk's time. Doesn sound really morally rite for me to leave them now. But my new job is coming. I was just hoping to take some rest in between, before i can step into my new job, feeling all charged up and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i told the kids.. Well.. Standard expressions.. All the "ahhhhs... How come.." starts coming out. I dunno wat it really meant, i mean, i wasn those super-duper nice teacher who came in and truly inspired the students. I do hav my ocassional mood swings and the kids may hav to tolerate with me.. Opps, sorry then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kids taught me courage. The courage to live in a totally new country, one which is far from how ur hometown look and behave. And as young as can be, they will need to study and look after themselves. So, much as i sometimes hated them, that i feel like strangling them, when they are alone, they can be such angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat can i say? This definitely forms a part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3825770502217982867?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3825770502217982867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3825770502217982867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3825770502217982867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3825770502217982867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-9042516813164853916</id><published>2008-09-20T10:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:22:55.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some words about foreign workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNRk5UiMnOI/AAAAAAAAATY/xGGDSwMm0kg/s1600-h/DSCF3888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247930401720933602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNRk5UiMnOI/AAAAAAAAATY/xGGDSwMm0kg/s200/DSCF3888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging holes in road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNRkuqaUsOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/t06TuWkb6po/s1600-h/DSCF3889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247930218614927586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNRkuqaUsOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/t06TuWkb6po/s200/DSCF3889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still digging. poor working conditions, using only small lights as their light source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i retire to bed at 1+ in the morning, the sounds downstairs continued. I thot, dun they hav to go home to sleep etc.. Y r they OT-ing until so late in the nite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened my window, looked down and saw that the foreign workers were still busy at work. Digging a big hole in the middle of the road, they were pouring in sand etc into the hole. I thot they will be gone, like perhaps 2+ or so, after they hav completed watever they need to do for that nite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was 3am.. I didn hear anythg fr downstairs.. So i thot, that's nice, they can go home le.. Can go home and sleep and rest, so that when tmr comes, they will have the energy to work. That was on thurs nite, friday morning. (dun ask me how come i haven slp at 3am. That's be cos i was suffering fr insomnia ok -_-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i woke up the next morning, the workers were gone le. And the traffic was back as usual, all the honking and stuff.. Noisy sia.. I asked fu papa if the workers were gone at abt 3am, he siad they wroked til abt dawn time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For once, i felt sad for the workers. In order not to obstruct traffic the next morning, (cos that stretch of road is real busy in the peak hrs), they had to work thru the night. But seriously lah, contractors or watever "Road Ministry", some roads need not be dug and dug. THEY ARE PERFECTLY FINE. WE CAN TRAVEL ON THEM. Sometimes i dun c sense in digging already-dug roads. It's not as if penguins will appear if u keep digging further down. ~Chey~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps we shld spare some time thinking of how we can better treat these workers as humans, people who share same quality of life and status as us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-9042516813164853916?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/9042516813164853916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=9042516813164853916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/9042516813164853916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/9042516813164853916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/digging-holes-in-road-still-digging.html' title='Some words about foreign workers'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SNRk5UiMnOI/AAAAAAAAATY/xGGDSwMm0kg/s72-c/DSCF3888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-7630659652835290657</id><published>2008-09-16T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:14:22.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains...</title><content type='html'>Muahaha.. I muz admit, I dun really like to complain.. I mean, I dun complain at every single thing.. Juz those super big issues.. But i finally "pluck up my courage" to send a complaint letter to Fairprice today... No choice, they sold me inferior quality goods.. So yupz, as a consumer with civic mindedness (**puke puke**), I decided to send them this email and some pics to deliver wat i wanna say, and hopefully, save some future consumers from experiencing the same problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how my email goes.. I didn wanna type so many thgs.. But u noe lah, the mood juz went on and on.. So i juz rattled on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Whom It May Concern, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I juz completed my groceries shopping at your outlet in Hougang Lifestyle, Hougang Mall on 16/09/2008 at 10.58am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought a box of peaches, those which you hav packaged in a punnet. Looking from the outside, the peaches look fresh and juicy. However, when I returned home, I &lt;strong&gt;cut open the fruit&lt;/strong&gt; and realised that &lt;strong&gt;it was all black and rotten&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;shocked and disgusted by the outlook of the fruit&lt;/strong&gt;. It made me lose all my appetite. However, &lt;strong&gt;what was more shocking was that Fairprice allowed such quality of fruits to be sold in the supermarket&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a consumer, I did not really have the choice to choose the fruits as they were packed in a punnet. I could only make the decision just by looking at it from outside. &lt;strong&gt;To see such ill-quality fruits was such a disappointment. &lt;/strong&gt;Disappointment being, not that I had purchased the fruits, but that the fruits were sold in Fairprice. After all, &lt;strong&gt;Fairprice's commitment is about bringing value to the consumers.&lt;/strong&gt; With such incident, &lt;strong&gt;I do not know how I can ever relate such commitment to the quality of your products the next time I shop at your outlets. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe more checks should be done to the quality of your products sold, especially perishables. Such items are bought to be consumed, thus, the quality and state of products should be adhered to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had other incidents too, such as purchasing of your vegetables. They look green and fresh on the outside. However, when you open up, the leaves inside were yellow. Such vegetables could not be consumed, and I end up throwing them instead of consuming. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attached in this email are 2 pictures which I had taken to show you the state of the peaches bought. I hope this matter will be considered with thought and not taken lightly. I do hope to hear from you soon with regards to any information which you may need. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regards,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Foo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really attached 2 pics to show them the state of the fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_MsAXVGQI/AAAAAAAAATI/xXMjIJTMUeo/s1600-h/DSCF3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246637147294079234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_MsAXVGQI/AAAAAAAAATI/xXMjIJTMUeo/s200/DSCF3880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being whiny or cheapo abt buying rotten fruits.. I juz wanna bring my pts across..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As to the strong words which I had included, well... They were taught to be in my marketing modules.. "The consumer is always right." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember your 8Ps??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7630659652835290657?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7630659652835290657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7630659652835290657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7630659652835290657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7630659652835290657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/complains.html' title='Complains...'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_MsAXVGQI/AAAAAAAAATI/xXMjIJTMUeo/s72-c/DSCF3880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-6442356714847171157</id><published>2008-09-16T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:04:21.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Makan pics..</title><content type='html'>Alrity, as the title says, it shows all the makan pics which i had taken.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Jie on saturday.. As usual, muz jia-peng one.. so we went to Shokudo for lunch.. Yupz yup, I noe i juz went there on monday to eat and celebrate pei's bdae.. But then, they juz had so much food there.. So i guess it's another few more trips there to test out all the food..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enuf of all the saying.. Let the pics do the talking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_JxUUzWxI/AAAAAAAAASo/jfSUKGUMYF4/s1600-h/14092008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246633940016651026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_JxUUzWxI/AAAAAAAAASo/jfSUKGUMYF4/s200/14092008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some rostitee for u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_J_dx1dzI/AAAAAAAAASw/r4eoIz5KC6c/s1600-h/14092008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246634183072511794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_J_dx1dzI/AAAAAAAAASw/r4eoIz5KC6c/s200/14092008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rostitee for Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_KF4BR-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WThNDEhSDIQ/s1600-h/14092008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246634293195831682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_KF4BR-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WThNDEhSDIQ/s200/14092008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuka hotate for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i came back, i tucked into some Goodwood Park Hotel mooncake.. Coutesy of my Xiao Gu.. This is the mango-falvoured mooncake.. It's heavenly.. With real mango bits in it.. I only had a quarter of it.. the rest? Went into Fu Mama's stomach.. Standard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_KLxijmVI/AAAAAAAAATA/Tcf-b9rlH18/s1600-h/14092008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246634394535565650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_KLxijmVI/AAAAAAAAATA/Tcf-b9rlH18/s200/14092008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8668012216596923157-6442356714847171157?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6442356714847171157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6442356714847171157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6442356714847171157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6442356714847171157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-makan-pics.html' title='All the Makan pics..'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SM_JxUUzWxI/AAAAAAAAASo/jfSUKGUMYF4/s72-c/14092008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-2169473290569737228</id><published>2008-09-10T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:51:39.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those days</title><content type='html'>It's one of those days, where u feel especially alone in the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of those nights where u thot they moon and the stars hav shy away from u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of those days which i haven heard from u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess i gotta get used to it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps when time has come, I will not hear from u anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should understand that u hav ur life, and i hav mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way are u going to stop for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no way am i going to hinder yours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We looked upon the same stars and moon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But are we in similar thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will we look at the same stars but thought otherwise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the distance between us is pushing us apart, slowly but surely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of those days, which ur imagination runs faster than u can catch up with it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, it's one of those nights, i am hoping to think lesser of u, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thought more of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMfc7g8sQiI/AAAAAAAAASg/f5S7R7F39sY/s1600-h/Vincent-Van-Gogh-Starry-Night-8296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244403206111117858" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="159" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMfc7g8sQiI/AAAAAAAAASg/f5S7R7F39sY/s200/Vincent-Van-Gogh-Starry-Night-8296.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2169473290569737228?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2169473290569737228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2169473290569737228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2169473290569737228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2169473290569737228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s one of those days'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMfc7g8sQiI/AAAAAAAAASg/f5S7R7F39sY/s72-c/Vincent-Van-Gogh-Starry-Night-8296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-1248163540232551433</id><published>2008-09-10T11:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:16:36.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pei's Bdae at Shokudo</title><content type='html'>Met up to celebrate Pei's bdae on Mon.. Pigged out at Raffles City's Shokudo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice food, Gd ambience.. Good place for some pigging out cum bitching session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got for the bdae ger some Capitaland vouchers (so she can change her wardrobe to welcome some wking clothes and shoes), a bdae balloon (we were hoping to "embarass" her cos she has to walk ard City Hall with the balloon, and on her way home, but sc came to pick her.. so ya, wasted) and a small palm sized cake (lin emphasised on the PALM SIZED cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u managed to notice a trend between Ignites, dun be alarmed or shocked.. We r in the "Fudging/Fudge" phase.. That is, instead of using the all-to-commonly used F**K, we hav tone it down to Fudge.. So u can use "wat the Fudge", "Fudging __" etc.. in this way, u will not be condemned when u die in hell next time.. Cos if God penalises u, u can say, "I didn curse.. If i did, those at McDonald's would be cursing the whole day at their customers by asking 'hot FUDGE for u?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some pics to end off this whole Fudging post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5wzVQ2MI/AAAAAAAAASY/e-z5Trv8VHo/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244223801672128706" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5wzVQ2MI/AAAAAAAAASY/e-z5Trv8VHo/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wat a trademarked smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5sbTWZ7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/NJKHNTm1LQw/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244223726502176690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5sbTWZ7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/NJKHNTm1LQw/s200/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pei and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5nRxkaQI/AAAAAAAAASI/aBnYR6t4gek/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244223638045223170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5nRxkaQI/AAAAAAAAASI/aBnYR6t4gek/s200/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pei with all her bdae gifts-balloon, cake and waffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5jbqymUI/AAAAAAAAASA/OYhH-ChHBXI/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244223571981670722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5jbqymUI/AAAAAAAAASA/OYhH-ChHBXI/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lin, pei and me- i think we were a little high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5eW0X2cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XkrmVQhOQgk/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244223484780337602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5eW0X2cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XkrmVQhOQgk/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; still so Fudging high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5asd5FeI/AAAAAAAAARw/n43CQ4C-1lU/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244223421872149986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5asd5FeI/AAAAAAAAARw/n43CQ4C-1lU/s200/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's reserved.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8668012216596923157-1248163540232551433?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1248163540232551433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1248163540232551433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1248163540232551433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1248163540232551433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/peis-bdae-at-shokudo.html' title='Pei&apos;s Bdae at Shokudo'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SMc5wzVQ2MI/AAAAAAAAASY/e-z5Trv8VHo/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-4098881980187676838</id><published>2008-09-05T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:20:34.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a period of "Moving On"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's really a period of trying to move on..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Move on from pple who left u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fret not, cos they are gone to seek better futures.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worry not, cos they will be back to relive the past..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look forward to the times when they return..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos this serparation is the start of the next reunion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Move on from the lazy bug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fret not, for opportunities will come.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give it some time.. It may hav lost its way while on its way to source for you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worry not, cos it has the address of you.. Juz be sure to welcome it at the weirdest time ever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be sad to remove ur name from the "couch potato" list..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos soon, before u noe it, U will return to the couch in your twilight years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-4098881980187676838?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4098881980187676838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=4098881980187676838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4098881980187676838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4098881980187676838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-period-of-moving-on.html' title='It&apos;s a period of &quot;Moving On&quot;'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-1175541771811712238</id><published>2008-09-03T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:03:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on pei's bdae dinner!!</title><content type='html'>Alrity Ignites.. Some updates on pei's bdae dinner, juz in case some of u all may get the details wrong, mixed up etc...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day/Date: Next Mon, 8th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Targeted, to meet at 630pm/7pm (which ever u all comfortable ah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: Raffles City's Shokuda (i hope i didn the name wrongly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: so yupz.. this is the gathering after we last saw each other on Convo day.. So everyone, no excuses watsoever ya.. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll c u then.. Muacks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1175541771811712238?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1175541771811712238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1175541771811712238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1175541771811712238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1175541771811712238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates-on-peis-bdae-dinner.html' title='Updates on pei&apos;s bdae dinner!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-8585959612722554041</id><published>2008-09-02T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:51:09.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence vs voices</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to clarke quay when i managed to get a seat on the ever-crowded NEL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside me was a girl.. She was seated, with her back facing me.. and i thot "how can anyone sit in such an awkard manner? if u dun feel it, i'm feeling it.. cos my left shoulder has no interest in ur back" but when i saw the reflection, i realised that she was "talking" to her fren, and they were using sign language.. no wonder she has to sit facing her fren with her back towards me.. My apologies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sitting rite opposite us, an Indian couple.. The ger had her hands wrapped ard the husband(i presume)'s arms.. and her husband were fidgeting with his handphone.. I dunno lah.. but i presume with a handphone in his hands, this electronic gadget will definitely be more interesting than his wife's words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this instance, it occurs to me that suddenly, the power of silence is so strong.. I mean, the gers had no ability to speak and hear their voices, but they r concentrating on wat each other;s saying, maintaining the eye contact that they need.. Such conversation is so much more stronger than that of the couple, totally no eye contact for each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that we hav taken some thgs which we r born with for granted, or, is it that some thgs r really meant not to be taken seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8585959612722554041?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8585959612722554041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8585959612722554041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8585959612722554041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8585959612722554041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/silence-vs-voices.html' title='silence vs voices'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3203428491253184591</id><published>2008-08-31T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:35:49.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A7B gathering</title><content type='html'>Cool.. Finally we had an A7B class gathering.. The last formal one (which had a big total strength was during my 21st).. So this time, it was a gathering after so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn hav quite a lot turned up.. well, everyone has their thgs to do.. (forgiven ya.. so no worries, can plan another one and meet again) those who turned up include me, xiang, huiping, anqi, chui wah, choi queen, ziyun and yating.. And of cos, who can forget Lin lao shi and her husband..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner at Grains@ clarke quay.. me, xiang and ting arrived at the restaurant first.. It was like "jia tou" style cos we were given a round table located juz outside the restaurant... so pple who walked past us will be able to kaypoh and c wat we ordered.. Muahaha.. felt like we were animals in the zoo.. No lah.. so Anyway.. We ordered the set @ 188++ for 8 pple.. abit atas lah (sorry, no offence to anyone ya.. i was juz shocked tt we had such an atas dinner for gathering) but after all the dividing out, it was reasonable.. and the food was good too.. So, no complains on tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ju sit there, eat and gossip.. Gossip abt who? practically everyone lor.. From frens (and not so "fren" frens of next door class to "pple of unique tastes", the list juz went on and on..  Thgs like how "lok" the old NY used to be, the containers which we used for tutorials were on the list.. We even joked abt teachers, bitch abt how shuai Mark Lim is.. Haha.. who can ever forget abt him man, the super man teacher who runs to school everyday without fail.. And lao shi even acted as matchmaker for us, introducing her colleagues to us who are singles.. *Faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: thanks huiping for doing all the reservation of seats and liaising of stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we "suah tuah" to coffee club to continue on with all the gossips and stuff... Seriously, there's nv ending of gossips when u get to meet frens u haven seen for a long time.. All those updates going on and stuff.. We could hav continue on for days man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya lor.. tt's abt all that happened during this class gathering.. Pics shld be able to come shortly.. But i will need to sign up for Facebook.. Cos A7B pple juz love to use FB to liaise thgs and send pics.. Haiz.. another thg to maintain again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3203428491253184591?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3203428491253184591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3203428491253184591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3203428491253184591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3203428491253184591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/08/a7b-gathering.html' title='A7B gathering'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-20241330604497369</id><published>2008-08-27T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:55:19.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2-cents worth on Beijing 2008</title><content type='html'>i noe i noe.. Beijing Olympics is over a long time le (well, a week only lah) Since now i'm watching the encore telecast of the Closing Ceremony, so i guess i shall giv my 2 cents worth on my take for this Olympics Games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz a Simple note to the athletes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Phelps:&lt;br /&gt;Wat can i say? this guy is a legend man.. I mean, who can ever predict that he is going to win gold medal for every event that he's involved.. I mean, no one will ever bet that heavily, well at least not for me.. I admire not only his guts, but his impressive mind power, the "oom" to wanna make it first everytime.. Although i dun really agree with 1 event where he seemed to hav touch the second to his competitor.. But since Omega uses their reputation "to bet"and support their findings and timings, wat can ordinary folks like us say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Lezak:&lt;br /&gt;He helped Phelps clinched 2 golds.. So some credit needs to be given to him also mah.. Dun only look at Phelps.. Looks like Phelps shld share some endorsements with him man.. But i guess he need to vie for popularity with Phelps. He has gained in his own ways.. (Looking at wat i juz type, i cant believe i type "Phelps" more than "Lezak/ Him")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usain Bolt:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this fella is another one.. He's a legend.. Who can ever imagine someone on this earth being able to run this fast.. The only person i thot could run were frens fr Ethopia, Kenya and some other African countries (but i got my facts right now, they run long distance) Bolt really bring Jamaica to another level.. Now is the time we can try to get used to Jamaica coming up with fast runners, so fast, they seem to beat the speed of light. However, in ur 100m race, i juz gotta say, u can score if u didn do all those have-nots.. I'm sure more pple will wanna c ur power on the running tracks instead of in ur dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu Xiang:&lt;br /&gt;Wat can we say??? He;s the surprise of the entire Games.. His sudden pulling out from the race even before it started.. It juz stunned the whole world.. Actually, it isn't bad.. I mean, the whole world now noe Liu Xiang as the one with the Achellies prob during his race.. Not a bad way to be known, although i dunno if it;s worth it, being popular in the wrong way, and risk losing all ur endorsements.. How practical is this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Taehwan:&lt;br /&gt;He;s the champion of Korea and Asia, i guess.. Him being the first Asian to break world record, I salute him.. And he's so shuai.. Super "add points" man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Kexin:&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, u can slap me or kick me, but i seriously seriously dun think she's older than 16.. She's too young to be 16 le.. and so r the other girls fr the China's Gymnastic team.. And when all of us get too debated over US' findings of He Kexin being younger than 16, Shawn Johnson really dun look like she juz hit 16 and is of the "legal" age.. But then, as audience, we can juz accept watever is given to us.. Ultimately, putting cruelty/ child abuse aside, it's the skills and performance of the gymnasts that count in their judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guo Jing Jing:&lt;br /&gt;I can never noe how judges judge and giv scores for synchronise diving or juz plain diving, COS EVERYONE SEEMS TO BE GOOD. But then i;m not here to judge or challenge the judge. I juz wanna say, she's really the queen.. But with the news that she's facing retina probs and having trouble seeing even the diving board, i guess this is the price u hav to pay for being the queen. After all, fame and glory doesn come tt easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who can forget the gaga that was going home right at our backyard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gao Ning:&lt;br /&gt;Becos he had to play without coach assistance which result in the loss of his chance into the semi, i cant help but think.. Is the presence of a coach really impt? Does having a coach means half the battle won? perhaps ba.. cos it;s the coach who has to be there, using his skills and ability and experience to giv u a more judgemental way of playing the game and opposing ur opponent. Thus, with all that crying and hoo-ha-ing, Singapore is once again, popular in the wrong way.. Perhaps the world didn giv a damn of wat is happening to us, (cos whether or not, we wun be able to make it into top 3, having our flag raised again) but it juz reflected how the entire organisation is ran.. Is it too coporate le, too business-liked le? And that it has lost the entire meaning to sports? We, well at least for me, I will never noe, cos it;s not up to me to judge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, kudos to Beijing for bringing such a wonderful show to the world.. All ur effort for the last 5-6 yrs hav not gone to waste.. Fr all the planning to the opening to the closing ceremony, ur efforts r amazing to the world.. Thanks for bringing pride to Asia/ Chinese.. Thru this Game, it has relive and shown to the world ur capabilities and abilities..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-20241330604497369?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/20241330604497369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=20241330604497369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/20241330604497369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/20241330604497369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-2-cents-worth-on-beijing-2008.html' title='my 2-cents worth on Beijing 2008'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-4216070283729048913</id><published>2008-08-26T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:09:22.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Korea</title><content type='html'>Still a step later than my jie.. i mean, she alr blog abt going to Korea this yr end.. so i shall juz add on some details..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. will be leaving for Korea on Boxing Day.. so any X'mas pressies for me, pls send them in latest by X'mas day.. muahaha.. (shortlisted candidates will be notified by sms) haha think i'm gg bonkers le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz, so where was i? Ok, i will be leaving for Korea on Boxing Day, 7 days trip, so i'll be back on 1st day of 2009.. so i guess it's a 1 yr trip, fr 2008 to 2009.. muahaha.. i muz be mad.. will not be going to Jeju this time round.. winter time lah.. nothing much to see also.. Will be back to almost the same places like Nami Island and Chuencheon, and of cos places like Dongdaemum and stuff.. but will not be gg to Yongpyong for skiing le.. this time round, it;s at Phoenix Park.. dunno how it's like though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya lor.. looking forward to the trip.. i guess we will get to see snow this time round.. those real ones which fall from the sky.. tt time, we missed it cos it fell at 4+am in the morning.. my goodness, who will be up at 4 am to stare out of the window.. i was still chess-ing around with Zhou Gong man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time round muz master a little more Korean.. maybe get those phrasebook fr Kino or somethg.. if not go there, totally like goon-do like tt, cant communicate with the pple.. like dumb or wat.. haha.. so this time round, CHEONG AH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-4216070283729048913?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4216070283729048913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=4216070283729048913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4216070283729048913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4216070283729048913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-korea.html' title='Trip to Korea'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-288370107471548319</id><published>2008-08-19T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:20:08.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutoring korean kids</title><content type='html'>Juz back from the tuition.. Had the chance to tutor korean kids.. The kids i had today were pri 5 and 6 kids.. Very ke ai.. they way they speak korean.. I mean, after all, English is not their 1st language.. and it's really hard to pick up an entirely new language, one which is not spoken ur family.. I admire their courage and perservation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy told me that he's alone in s'pore, living with his guardian.. He juz had a change in guardian. The current one is a Taiwanese man with a Korean wife. His previous one cheated him on his money. She delayed in the payment of his sch fees and the school had to call all the way back to Korea to ask for payment. Whenever he ask his guardian for money, she would tell him he had used up all of them and there;s no more left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i admire these kids for their courage, and their ability to adapt to a totally new living environment, with people who speak a different tongue from u. And, being away from ur family, those homesickness, i guess even for me, i wun be able to handle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you kids.. I;m sure a bright future awaits u.. juz hang on, bear with these "pain" for a while.. It will be over b4 u noe it.. and the stay and education here will form part of ur invaluable memory..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-288370107471548319?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/288370107471548319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=288370107471548319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/288370107471548319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/288370107471548319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/08/tutoring-korean-kids.html' title='Tutoring korean kids'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-785678371098965204</id><published>2008-08-19T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:22:50.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all my NYJC Folks</title><content type='html'>TO ALL MY NYJC COMRADES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Huiping are planning a gathering.. It's high time we need to have one le.. Can u imagine when is the last time we had one? My 21st Bdae.. Gosh.. so now is the time to hav one le ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details set tentatively as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 30th Aug, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: Mind's Cafe at Clarke Quay, followed by a dinner after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let us noe whether u guys r able to make it ya.. but we hope u can.. So that we can do a lot of catching up and "suan-ing" of each other.. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pls spread the msg ard ur clique.. Do let each other noe ya.. Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-785678371098965204?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/785678371098965204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=785678371098965204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/785678371098965204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/785678371098965204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-all-my-nyjc-folks_19.html' title='to all my NYJC Folks'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6496137727288404816</id><published>2008-08-13T23:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:01:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody shit interview!!</title><content type='html'>I went for this bloody shitty interview this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person in charge called me, telling me she was calling from N***..&lt;br /&gt;Great man!!! i thot.. (gd career opprotunity man.. and a perfect way to start my career)&lt;br /&gt;This is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Is this Ms Foo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Yes i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ok, i'm calling from N****. I saw ur resume. Are u stil looking for a job or hav u found one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: I'm still looking for a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ok. is it possible if u send me ur resume? (cos the one i drop at N**** is super cock. the format of resume in N****' website looks comparable to a lucky draw we fill in NTUC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Oh ok, ya i can send u (but i was outside.. so i was "oh shit, go where find com and send to her")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: do u hav any experience in travel industry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: No, i dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ok, cos we need to do proposals, show to our clients. U noe, travel industry, u need to write out, u cant juz say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: oh ok, i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Can i ask if u hav any wk experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: I juz graduated fr SIM, so the wk experience i had were fr those vacation jobs which i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: so wat sort of experience was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: my last job, i wk at MMC, doing mkting related stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ok, so y did u choose the travel industry, since u hav no experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: i juz keep my options open. cos i studied mkting, so basically i can go into any industry which requires a mkter. I'm keeping my options open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ok lor, can. r u comfortable with doing sales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Sales ah? wat sort of sales do u mean? like...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: erm, sales as in, u need to do direct selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: oh ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: sell to our clients the different__ (i cant rem wat's the words she used) tt we hav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: ok can. i think i shld be up to the challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(at this pt, i thot it was NATAS having to sell the different packages to either overseas clients or local travel agencies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: So wat do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: is it possible if i can hav an interview, maybe fr there, i can clear some of my doubts and maybe ask more abt the job scope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ok can. when u wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: erm maybe tmr, is it ok with u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: tmr can ah. wat time u wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: maybe in the afternoon, possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: (this time she mumbled somethg which only god may noe.. but she mention somethg abt evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: (evening cannot lah.. so i quickly said) how abt morning, is it comfortable for u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ok lah can, wat time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: 1130, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she agreed and she told me the address etc.. i rem clearly tt she told me #05-***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up, feeling happy tt i'm gg for interview with N****.. and when i reached.. i saw, wah, beside the rooms where they keep the court cases.. super prestige sia.. i called, and she said it;s #04-** nabei, i thot.. ok so i walked to the lift.. 4th floors r where the shops r.. how can N**** be beside shops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took the stairs, cos the bloody lift juz wun come.. and i walked to the unit. i peep into the corner where it's supposed to be. I looked up at the signboard. It says some other name. and it's a super lok travel agency thrust in the corner of a shopping centre. It looks like those which accepts ur travel deposit today and closes down tmr.. damn it. I'VE BEEN FOOLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa told me not to go in, but i thot, cannot be so rude lah.. and she noe i'm here le.. how can not go? so i juz walked in.. damn, the wking conditions within. So many staff in the small office. It's so cramped. Travel posters stuck all over the place. the phones look old. Post-its all over.. juz one word:MESSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me to sit down. and i did.. i looked ard, damn, how to wk like this? (i'm not being picky. i juz cant imagine the wk environment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she settled her stuff, she turn and talked to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: do u hav ur resume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: (thank god i printed it last nite) yes i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: so u juz graduated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: ya, i did, fr SIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: how old are u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: (didn i put my age big big on my resume?) 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: so wat job exp u had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: my last job was wking at MMC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: (she flipped to the pg which i had my wk exp) u wk at this, cuis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: MMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Is it a local company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: ya, they hav a restaurant at orchard there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ya i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: (noe still ask) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: wat do u do there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: basically i deal with mkting related stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: then after tt, u nv wk le?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: but this was in jun 2007, and u only wk for 1 mth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: ya, this was the company i wk for for my internship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: then fr 2007 til now, u nv wk?? NOW IS ALREADY 2008 LE!!! (in a super sacarstic manner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: cos i went back to study, i juz graduated in may this yr!! (i shoot her back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: i c. ok, so u totally had no experience lah? (she see my expected salary)&lt;br /&gt;$2400 ah? too high lah. no experience, no mkting results, to be frank, no company will pay&lt;br /&gt;u $2400. I also graduated fr SIM, same course as u, but i took night course lah. Cos u nv&lt;br /&gt;write ur expected pay at the N**** website, if i noe u asking for so high, i also wun ask u&lt;br /&gt;to come down for interview. Anyway, we dun hav the budget also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Me thot:Nabei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: ok can, thanks. and i thot ( hire me i also dun wan lah. wk here, i will die ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on my way home, i realised, wat she meant by selling to the CLIENTS. it basically means selling travel packages to the CUSTOMERS who wanna go for a holiday. say until so nice. oh pls, giv me a break lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i was cursing and swearing on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;names hav been censored to protect my interests. i dun wanna get cheated today and get sued a few days later!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6496137727288404816?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6496137727288404816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6496137727288404816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6496137727288404816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6496137727288404816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-shit-interview.html' title='bloody shit interview!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3672090988696700687</id><published>2008-08-12T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:38:17.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pei says i need to blog</title><content type='html'>well.. pei tag to ask when i'm gg to blog.. think she's too sick abt flipping to my blog and finding it "blocked"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, there's really nothing much i can blog about.. so i will juz try to think of somethg to say ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with pei for lunch today.. haha.. haven seen each other for a while le.. so some catching up to do.. nee was sick to join us.. (nee, get well soon ya!! :) ) so we were rooted at J8's cartel for a few hrs.. haha.. there was nobody mah.. so ok for us to hog the table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei was sharing with me her proj experience with her new mates.. WOW.. they are (juz 1 word to describe them--&gt; TERRIFYING) their way of doing proj is professional yet pressuring.. it's like the s'pore version of The Apprentice.. I salute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, i'm nua-ing at home.. hopefully i will be able to get a job soon.. quite sian le.. think have rested enuf le.. so hopefully can get into the much anticipated yet sucky rat race..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i wanna catch 12 lotus.. looks pretty nice.. think i'm juz too hokkien lah.. muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3672090988696700687?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3672090988696700687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3672090988696700687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3672090988696700687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3672090988696700687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/08/pei-says-i-need-to-blog.html' title='pei says i need to blog'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6317031070074956148</id><published>2008-07-28T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:54:45.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much to say</title><content type='html'>well well.. juz didn wan my blog to look like it;s "blocked".. so i thot, might as well juz doodle somethg here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothg much to report.. juz tt i met up with Ignitions for dinner last fri.. it's been a long time since we last met.. everyone;s busy with their own stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lin &amp;amp; ting&lt;/span&gt; - invested time heavily in wk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pei&lt;/span&gt;- invested time heavily in new sem.. and getting to noe her new groupies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nee&lt;/span&gt;- invested time heavily in job hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;- invested time heavily in job hunting, but more time dedicated to sighing resulted fr failed&lt;br /&gt;        job hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yip&lt;/span&gt;- hmm.. this is the one i dunno.. think he's investing time heavily in job hunting and muscle&lt;br /&gt;        hunting also ba.. (i guess he will tag by the side to let us noe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight xiang coming over for a swim.. so can catch up with her for a while.. our dear xuan is foeever so busy.. xiang cant find her.. so i guess we will wait for her to "appear" on her own.. haha.. she's so gg to kill me when she sees this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. tt's all i guess.. wat a day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6317031070074956148?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6317031070074956148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6317031070074956148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6317031070074956148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6317031070074956148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-much-to-say.html' title='nothing much to say'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6272729741955080429</id><published>2008-07-19T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:34:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first ever facial</title><content type='html'>Went for my first facial of my entire life.. thot it will be a relaxing session of clearing out 22 freaking yrs of blackheads, whiteheads (watever heads) acne, pimples and all the wat-nots.. i thot, it shldn be tt bad rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was freaking wrong man!!!! :( it was hell man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bloody painful, esp when she try to force out watever shit (all those 'permenant residents') fr my face.. never in my entire life hav i felt so freaking pain.. the pain was travelling up and down my spine like the coach up and down the north-south highway..&lt;br /&gt;It's really like wat gang hao says, squeezing the baby back again.. after the whole squeezing session, i was juz sweating lor.. my back was wet.. and she told me this boy who's 15 yrs old can take the pain.. i dunno how he manage to take the f**king pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I JUZ CANT LAH!!!!! IT'S JUZ F**KING PAINFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**For guys, if u cant pic the pain, it;s like stitching ur balls together. Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like squirming and screaming my ass off.. and tears juz roll down my cheeks uncontrollably.. so bloody paiseh lah.. she had to wipe my tears away.. it's juz hell tt painful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she had to clean my face for me.. and she touch my chin.. mine god.. i cant stand it, i push her hand away.. well if cos not in the rude way lah.. but i juz push it and curl up a little.. Subsequently, although she knew i cant take the ticklishness, she still touch my chin.. and i juz feel the tickle down my spine.. damn it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6272729741955080429?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6272729741955080429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6272729741955080429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6272729741955080429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6272729741955080429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-ever-facial.html' title='my first ever facial'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-8714660558945487117</id><published>2008-07-16T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:56:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see wat u believe in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expect wat u hope to see.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but nv ignore wat u dun believe in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;annoymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8714660558945487117?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8714660558945487117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8714660558945487117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8714660558945487117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8714660558945487117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote.html' title='a quote....'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-4101364934378238193</id><published>2008-07-11T23:51:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:16:17.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiang's graduated!!!</title><content type='html'>wow.. after all the slogging and mugging for 18 freakng years.. WE FINALLY GRADUATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, xiang's commencement was first... so we went all the way to nus to congratulate her and be with her on 1 of the most impt day of her life... muahaha.. we so sisters hor.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the photo taking.. she's so busy taking photos, receiving well wishes that we joke tt it's like her wedding day like tt.. haha.. but can see she's really over the moon.. i mean, who wun.. i will on my convo day also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrity.. here;s the pics.. juz some lah.. cos it;s really tiring uploading the pics.. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeF72e4maI/AAAAAAAAARI/YrxDpCZHyNo/s1600-h/CIMG0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221789556243208610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeF72e4maI/AAAAAAAAARI/YrxDpCZHyNo/s200/CIMG0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tt's us!!! xiang looks smart, with her motarboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeFVUkjtCI/AAAAAAAAARA/YTvWD7whqcM/s1600-h/CIMG0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221788894305170466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeFVUkjtCI/AAAAAAAAARA/YTvWD7whqcM/s200/CIMG0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeFJm7f3aI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BjrULvVtZOA/s1600-h/CIMG0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221788693074795938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeFJm7f3aI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BjrULvVtZOA/s200/CIMG0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeE89Dl_kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0UN8TLewzWc/s1600-h/CIMG0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221788475676032578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeE89Dl_kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0UN8TLewzWc/s200/CIMG0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us with anqi, our JC da jie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeExYRE0wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/N8gSGbGEO9Q/s1600-h/CIMG0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221788276821906178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeExYRE0wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/N8gSGbGEO9Q/s200/CIMG0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to attain this look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step 1: close ur eyes real tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step 2: puff ur mouth real hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeEjiLCUbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Kd6LHV8gMbU/s1600-h/CIMG0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221788038962762162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeEjiLCUbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Kd6LHV8gMbU/s200/CIMG0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we were here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeEVhSQ18I/AAAAAAAAAQY/xJR-i6ldVEQ/s1600-h/CIMG0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221787798206470082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeEVhSQ18I/AAAAAAAAAQY/xJR-i6ldVEQ/s200/CIMG0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeEKE29U-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/a2w0H6QPR20/s1600-h/CIMG0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221787601597191138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeEKE29U-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/a2w0H6QPR20/s200/CIMG0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and xuan trying to keep ourselves occupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeD_vr98aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uAW-din86U4/s1600-h/CIMG0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221787424115257762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeD_vr98aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uAW-din86U4/s200/CIMG0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeD0w7u8bI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tHYa3ANYjTk/s1600-h/CIMG0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221787235471258034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeD0w7u8bI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tHYa3ANYjTk/s200/CIMG0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeDmwu_2HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YQoJFP3HXyw/s1600-h/CIMG0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221786994899671154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeDmwu_2HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YQoJFP3HXyw/s200/CIMG0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeDY8ZkxII/AAAAAAAAAPw/QbRoqopubcg/s1600-h/CIMG0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221786757512873090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeDY8ZkxII/AAAAAAAAAPw/QbRoqopubcg/s200/CIMG0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;individual pics of us with xiang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8668012216596923157-4101364934378238193?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4101364934378238193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=4101364934378238193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4101364934378238193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4101364934378238193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/07/xiangs-graduated.html' title='xiang&apos;s graduated!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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://bp0.blogger.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SHeF72e4maI/AAAAAAAAARI/YrxDpCZHyNo/s72-c/CIMG0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-3388117969749428225</id><published>2008-07-04T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:07:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my itinerary for the week</title><content type='html'>let's see.. wat r some of the plans i have for the coming wk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun-tue&lt;/strong&gt;: in Genting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed&lt;/strong&gt;: xiang's convo.. (me and xuan attending..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thu&lt;/strong&gt;: nothg on at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fri&lt;/strong&gt;: celebrating yip's bdae (tentatively, unless there's unforeseen circumstances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat&lt;/strong&gt;: nothg on at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun&lt;/strong&gt;: nothg on at the moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3388117969749428225?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3388117969749428225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3388117969749428225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3388117969749428225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3388117969749428225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-itinerary-for-week.html' title='my itinerary for the week'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-8641883291093424253</id><published>2008-06-23T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:37:52.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie with xiang</title><content type='html'>nods nods.. i was out with xiang for movie this afternoon.. haha.. we hav known each other for 5 yrs, and this is the 1st time we catch a movie tgt!!! wow.. gosh.. how scary this seems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught "dun mess with the zohan".. damn funny.. and very sexual humour.. no wonder it;s NC16..  but it;s really funny.. a great chill out movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came back from movie and having dinner, isaac foo told me he hs homewk.. and when he took it out, i realise it's dated way back to 23 MAY!!! i almost choke isaac man.. in the end, gotta gobble down the food and rush over to popular to get the materials etc to get the wk done.. and the wk sucks too lah.. getting pri 2 kids to write poems on the theme "healthy living".. damn it.. cant schools plan somethg easier.. dun they noe with such thgs, usually it;s the parents who do one.. and seriously, we r not tt damn creatively lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this, i realise, i really old le.. i was super shagged after completing his wk. gosh.. i'm now half dead le.. need to go slp soon, to replenish.. muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8641883291093424253?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8641883291093424253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8641883291093424253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8641883291093424253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8641883291093424253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-with-xiang.html' title='movie with xiang'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3214579578584872583</id><published>2008-06-22T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:29:42.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO IGNITES</title><content type='html'>DEAR IGNITES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be meeting on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Date: coming wed, 25th jun 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time: to be confirmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Place: Bishan J8 Cafe cartel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EVERYONE.. THIS IS THE ONLY SLOT AVAILABLE COS EVERYONE IS SIMPLY TOO BUSY... PLS MAKE URSELVES FREE FR WATEVER PLANS U HAV AND ATTEND!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'LL BE A GERS DAY OUT.. SO, LET'S CHERISH THE MOMENT WHERE THERE IS A NON-EXISTENCE OF TESTERONES AMONG US..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIL THEN, CYA EVERYONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO R.S.V.P ASAP...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3214579578584872583?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3214579578584872583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3214579578584872583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3214579578584872583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3214579578584872583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-ignites.html' title='TO IGNITES'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6594872696463616867</id><published>2008-06-22T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:21:27.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a phrase fr 庄子..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;小迷惑改变人的方向&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大迷惑改变人的本性&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;庄子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6594872696463616867?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6594872696463616867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6594872696463616867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6594872696463616867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6594872696463616867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/06/phrase-fr.html' title='a phrase fr 庄子..'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7376395238123622997</id><published>2008-06-18T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:03:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A GOAL!!!</title><content type='html'>can u believe it? can u believe it? can u believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED FOOTBALL LAST NITE... haha.. yupz yupz.. i managed to catch the entire telecast of the match between France and Italy.. cos.. it;s a muz watch mah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the occasional dozing off, i managed to stay awake thru the whole game, although i muz admit i was counting down to the 90th min after the start of the second half.. Thankfully the commentator was super high, and when i dozed off, he screamed super loud and that woke me up to c wat's happening.. like, is there a goal? is there a goal? (but there was no goal!! -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupz.. juz wanna blog on this.. cos.. it;s a big step that i haven taken so far in my life.. muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: went shopping yesterday to buy eric's present.. muahaha.. quite cool.. hopes he likes it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7376395238123622997?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7376395238123622997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7376395238123622997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7376395238123622997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7376395238123622997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-goal.html' title='IT&apos;S A GOAL!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6077314437441033809</id><published>2008-06-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:55:22.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isaac and lucas</title><content type='html'>brought isaac to PS to watch kungfu panda yesterday.. the movie was great.. very comical.. worth the 18 bucks which I paid for.. haha.. (I’m not cheapo ok.. juz tt 18 bucks is really steep, considering the fact that I heard fr my da sao tt they caught the same movie in KL and it only cost them RM17 for both her and isaac.. lucas can watch free of charge.. but he didn ‘abuse’ this privilege.. he went into the cinema and slp thru the movie.. “if u can understand my pun”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, so we caught the movie.. thanks Isaac for recommending this movie.. it’s really funny.. laughed til I cried.. and the moral within the movie, “there is no secret recipe, juz believe in urself” tt’s so true and applicable to life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home after the movie.. ya a little boring.. I cant possibly go la kopi with Isaac rite? And lucas was telling us his 5 frens in sch.. I guess it;’s his little clique of frens.. like how we hav our own cliques..  his frens are “zhe yi”, “wiko”, “e-say”,  (the names are in open-close inverted cos I dunno how to spell… and I juz spell them according to how lucas pronounce the names..) dennis and Nicholas.. so ke ai.. like how kids hav their own clique of frens.. I was telling lucas his frens may hav forgotten abt him, considering the fact tt he was absent fr sch for a wk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how innocent can kids be. .i juz love this type of innocence, and such frenships are the purest.. adults are scary lot of pple.. scheming and crafty.. who says beasts are scary and ferocious.. wait till u c a scheming adult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucas taught me a life lesson today.. cheers to him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6077314437441033809?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6077314437441033809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6077314437441033809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6077314437441033809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6077314437441033809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/06/isaac-and-lucas.html' title='isaac and lucas'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7296357875719809300</id><published>2008-06-08T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:48:48.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA!!!</title><content type='html'>haven done anythg much these few days.. except for yesterday when we went to Sentosa... haha so fun.. didn wanna go initially.. but jie was pretty persistent.. so juz went ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with jie, chee leong, da sao, isaac and lucas.. haha.. was drizzling when i left home.. and i heard fr jie tt it was raining cats and dogs over at vivocity.. very good lor.. dunno who's the bring shit aka dai sai one.. wanna go sentosa and it;s raining.. it's like wanna go eat buffet and u got stomachache and diarhhoea on the same day... but anyway, we still went ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch over at food republic first.. ate fried hokkien mee.. thot it will be of comparable to wisma's fd republic's standard.. but i was wrong.. the hard wait was not worth it.. the noodles was oily (i mean it has to, so ok, ignore) and very salty.. my eyes were like popping out when i took the first bite.. so i got lucas to share some with me.. kept shoving the noodles into his mouth.. muahaha.. i'm such a nice auntie rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took the sentosa express and headed in for some "island life love it" experience.. this nice auntie gav us 3 admission coupons to change for the admission ticket for the monorail.. she's so nice.. thank you auntie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to underwear.. i mean, underwater world first.. cos of the rain, we cant go anywhere unsheltered.. we took 6 rounds ard the underwater world.. dan jelat.. no choice lah.. cos lucas wanna take.. so we had to lah.. and basically, we had nowhere to go also.. so juz while our time there.. then we had a rest.. the can drinks cost S$2.65 EACH.. AND I MEAN EACH.. so bloddy expensive lor.. i wonder is it cos the drinks took monorail in or wat.. damn.. and when we walked out to take beach tram, we saw this stall selling can drinks at 2 for 2.20.. lagi bloody pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the beach tram, and we hopped on to next attraction, skyride and sentosa luge.. lucas wanted to take it.. we showed him on the webbie wat it;s abt on fri nite, and when he saw the banner at vivo with the luge pic, he said again he wanna take.. so no choice.. gotta brng him.. the ride up was ok.. he was in his raincoat.. so ke ai.. and when we queue to for the luge (long wait sia), he juz stand in the drizzle and waited patiently for his turn.. so poor thg, him in his raincoat.. it juz pains the heart to c his backview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the luge was scary... i had phobia with speed i think.. but isaac was super fast.. we speculate cos he didn noe how to brake fully, so he juz went down with gravity.. haha.. i was like braking here and there a bit.. so it;s was like... slow.. haha.. safety driving ok.. dun need to move fast, move safe can le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we ended our trip to sentosa.. damn susa when we went home yesterday.. backache, her pain there pain.. haha... but the kid enjoy themselves lah.. so tt;s wat's impt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7296357875719809300?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7296357875719809300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7296357875719809300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7296357875719809300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7296357875719809300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentosa.html' title='SENTOSA!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-643424305070531311</id><published>2008-06-03T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:08:25.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT REJECTED</title><content type='html'>juz received an email from MINDEF.. well well.. got rejected for their DXO post... feeling kinda sad... had wanted to get in.. to somehow get to "wk alongside with papa".. but then.. guess there was other plans for me ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out with ignitions juz now for a simple dinner and some chilling out.. were at clarke quay's TCC... and we started playing truth or dare... sorry.. hope we didn disturb the rest of the patrons.. but i guess... well we did... muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignites.. i think i was a little high tonight.. hope i didn scare u all.. haha.. it was all for the fun of it... it was really great having the chance to chill out juz b4 we gotten our results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav mentally wished for the best and prepared myself for the worst.. juz crossing my fingers for the time being.. hope the road in front of me will be smooth sailing.. cos it;s really tiring to wish for thgs which is hard to come by... it;s straining both mentally and physically... juz hoping i cld achieve somethg.. well at least not for me, but for my parents too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-8668012216596923157.post-2601840860967352806</id><published>2008-05-26T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:18:15.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'PORE FOOD EXPO 2008</title><content type='html'>well well.. wat can i say... muahaha.. a little auntie-fied.. but i went to the food expo today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy.. lotsa great deals to grab.. lotsa foodies ard, squeezing the asses out of each other.. and simply, lotsa food to sink ur teeth into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jio jac along.. cos well.. 2 obasans can grab more stuff mah.. and since we so free, might as well juz get out instead of rotting at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we drove to expo, went to the robinson's sale first over at hall 7.. then we hop over to popular fair next.. we didn wanna go food expo first cos we scare by the time we come out and move to the next hall, we will stink the hell off pple there.. u noe de lah.. food expo damn smelly.. all the food smell congregate within the same area.. it;s like u smell like otak in ur hair, satay on ur shirt, shark's fin soup on ur pants, so on and so forth.. ya lah.. u noe de lah.. the idea is there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the popualr thg, we went to food expo.. gosh were we famished.. so we walked in and jac started the ball rolling with some purchase of pau.. all sorts of pau, chicken, honey chicken.. i bought lian rong ones.. pretty cool.. and we spend a hefty 12+bucks there.. then we bought some sausages.. gosh, heavenly, juz a little salty though. then it was laksa time.. jac craved for it since the time she was at england.. so it;s sorta fuffil her cravings this time round.. then for drinks, we bought mr bean stuff.. (mine was bandung with pearls.. tasted a little flat.. but the pearls saved it) then jac went on to buy munchy's biscuits, seaweeds for the both of us.. and i got coffee for pa.. pretty gd deal.. and we really obasan-ish bought lotsa stuff and squeeze with lotsa pple.. cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y will i wanna go back, since i noe fr last yr it was a bad experience.. all the food smell straight into my scalp, tt i cant get the smell of even after 2 days.. well.. juz wanted to go back and reminicse the past.. nothg much has changed.. it felt like recently.. all th big players still got pretty much the same positions as they took last yr.. but my ex-company is not there le.. so sad.. (scoffs) watever.. ya.. the feel of being an exhibitor there and a customer there is so different.. the feel.. it's juz.. so different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jac: seriously, we damn obasan today lor.. cannot like tt le.. very spoil image one lor.. muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2601840860967352806?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2601840860967352806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2601840860967352806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2601840860967352806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2601840860967352806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/spore-food-expo-2008.html' title='S&apos;PORE FOOD EXPO 2008'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6749091199908913610</id><published>2008-05-23T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:05:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ CONFIRMED</title><content type='html'>YES YES... ignitions.. the BBQ is confirmed.. everyone pls to present for this BBQ ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day: Thu, 29th May, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time: 4-10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Place: Kovan Melody's BBQ pit 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(very near the sink, so can be nearer to do washing.. Lin, since u preparing urself for housewife-hood, u will be in-charge of the cleaning up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Food: we shall discuss more yeah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(and tt means, more la-kopi sessions coming up.. muahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attendance is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEFINITELY &lt;/span&gt;compulsary.. no execuses will be entertained.. muahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6749091199908913610?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6749091199908913610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6749091199908913610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6749091199908913610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6749091199908913610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/bbq-confirmed.html' title='BBQ CONFIRMED'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3505323894026319245</id><published>2008-05-21T21:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:05:32.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA COMPLAIN.. I WANNA COMPLAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya ya.. as the title suggests.. i wanna complain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to get a pair of mphosis birks for xuan for her bdae pressie.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i went to taka's branch last thu.. they dun hav it, so they say they will transfer it fr parkway parade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and it will take 3-4 wking days.. i thot, ok lah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at least i dun hav to go all the way down to PP to get it.. after i come home, i thot, actually i shld get them to transfer to PS, nearer for me to collect also.. so i called back to taka and get them to change the transfer outlet.. and the same salesperson who serve me said she will infrom PP and PS for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited and waited, over the weekend.. but still no call fr them.. i still thot, is it cos i wrote the wrong phone no. down? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally went down to tampines branch, cos juz shun bian pass by, i went in to ask.. the salestaff help me call PS.. and PS say they nv receive and news for the transfer (tt means the shoes is not there also)... and when they called PP, the so-callled high post one not ard... so the person over at PP cant help much.. and when they callled taka, the person who serve me tt time was on leave.. damn it man... i was on the brink of exploding le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the angry thg which i receive was, they alr clear tt stock le.. so none of the outlets hav tt design le.. so i thot, ok choose the other one.. i went to take, flip ard and look at the pr tag.. ok can, hav xuan's size.. so i wanna take tt one.. then when the ger appeared fr the store, she told me tt no more size le.. and she happily took out her "blankco" and liquid off the no. 6 fr the pr tag.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wah sai.. super buay song le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i ask, which branch has this design??? and she check for me, marina sq has.. so tt means i hav to "happily go down " to marina sq to collect it.. damn mphosis... make me run here and there.. and the salesperson still tell me, i hav to be there b4 8.. cos they close at 8 to prepare for their sale on fri.. wah.. super liao.. i juz exploded there and then, on the spot.. super dun giv them face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i noe it;s not the tampines' staff's fault.. juz she so suay lah.. got to serve me.. and she also nv do svs recovery.. at least volunteer to transfer the shoes for me lah.. she still tell me, if i dun go get it tmr, i will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hav to wait til the sales is over b4 i can get them.. ho seh liao lor.. now it;s MY RESPONSIBLITITY to get them le lor, not mphosis' to get it for me, despite all their promises b4..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so everyone, juz a note, dun accept promises fully.. cos they are meant to be broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;damn it, juz spoil my day.. and to think i owe xuan;s pressie for so long,.. all thanks to mphosis.. and i wonder, wat is their emphasis here man.. so ironic.. for a name like this and a svs like tt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3505323894026319245?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3505323894026319245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3505323894026319245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3505323894026319245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3505323894026319245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-complain-i-wanna-complain.html' title='I WANNA COMPLAIN.. I WANNA COMPLAIN'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6671819087179418805</id><published>2008-05-21T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:55:23.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie with jac..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha.. well well.. wanted to go ride bicycle with jac at east coast.. but then, a change of plan and we ended up at tampines mall, catching a movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she chose "congkak".. it;s malay movie with english and chinese subtitles.. so we thot, not bad sia.. shld try it out.. we were early.. so we juz go get our food and proceed into the cinema juz slightly b4 3.. (the movie started at 315pm) there was not a single soul ard.. and we thot, die lah.. dun tell me like tt time when we went to catch "recycle" at bishan J8, also no one except us and a grp of 3 young boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the crowd started coming in.. we thot, ok lah, not bad for a weekday movie slot.. haha.. then, we turn ard and saw, wah.. all malay frens.. and were the only 2 chinese gers in the cinema.. no offence or wat so ever, juz tt.. we suddenly felt outnumbered.. haha.. like watching movie at lion city plaza like tt.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie started.. super scary lah.. the sound effects so loud we almost went deaf.. haha.. then the ghost juz come in and out.. i let out a super loud scream and the machek in front of me turn ard and laugh at me.. super paiseh sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn finish my nachos also.. partly cos i was very full... and also cos i had no time to eat.. had to keep myself busy with using my hands and covering my eyes and ears.. super busy sia.. and the uncle sitting behind us so funny.. he will use malay and comment on some scenes in the movie.. like when there;s no one but there;s knocking sound, he will say "tak orang".. and when the pple in the movie had their ride home, he will say "balik".. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the whole, the movie is gd lah.. really horror man.. shld giv it a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQl9smJKZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FeTgz2U0G0s/s1600-h/21052008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202825211393157522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQl9smJKZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FeTgz2U0G0s/s200/21052008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as usual, muz end wth a photo &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/8668012216596923157-6671819087179418805?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6671819087179418805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6671819087179418805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6671819087179418805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6671819087179418805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-with-jac.html' title='movie with jac..'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQl9smJKZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FeTgz2U0G0s/s72-c/21052008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-8956259430007141621</id><published>2008-05-21T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:57:23.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>volunteer wk!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well well.. it was vesak day over the past wk end.. and i was "down for duty" at the temple.. haha.. well well.. i was there to do some volunteer wk, floral arrangement i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the followers will come into and but the follwers to pray, and we were there to do up all these floral arrangements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super shagged sia.. we did like almost 630 pots.. of cos, with the help of other aunties.. but then, it was really a test to the creativity man.. the only time each yr where i will use up all my creativity is during vesak day man.. muahaha.. hood cho will be so proud of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went for the chuan deng, tt is, passing the lights... and after tt.. we had lor mee for supper at the temple.. muahaha.. i guess we went super high after tt.. and we started cam-whoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiZ8mJKYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JPIL-uFPskw/s1600-h/18052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202821298677950850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiZ8mJKYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JPIL-uFPskw/s200/18052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQh4cmJKUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/93nVLexcYCs/s1600-h/18052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202820723152333122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQh4cmJKUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/93nVLexcYCs/s200/18052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;posing posing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiRsmJKXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hxq3Vv_SuSc/s1600-h/18052008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202821156944030066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiRsmJKXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hxq3Vv_SuSc/s200/18052008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stick out ur tongues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiJcmJKWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LDAJmcqeYlA/s1600-h/18052008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202821015210109282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiJcmJKWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LDAJmcqeYlA/s200/18052008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;us with our mamas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiCMmJKVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1DrXk0uQ_9o/s1600-h/18052008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202820890656057682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiCMmJKVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1DrXk0uQ_9o/s200/18052008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;us with dua yi!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8956259430007141621?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8956259430007141621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8956259430007141621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8956259430007141621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8956259430007141621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/volunteer-wk.html' title='volunteer wk!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SDQiZ8mJKYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JPIL-uFPskw/s72-c/18052008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-1452822677876074153</id><published>2008-05-17T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:01:17.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bdae dinner with xuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xuan's bdae is coming.. this sunday, 18th may.. so we had an early celebration with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up at raffles city for a dinner at seasons reasons.. cool rite? it;s been a long time since our last meet-up.. had mine with xuan during feb, for her hall prodn.. but with xiang, last proper meet-up was in jan, for my bdae.. (although i juz met xiang on wed to buy pressie) so yupz.. it;s been quite a while le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiang wasn feeling well.. she suffered fr food poisoning this aft.. was puking and diarrhoea.. so she was late cos she need to go visit loc-ter b4 meeting us.. but then, thank xiang for her effort to come, despite feeling unwell... well done xiang.. and thanks for the effort.. and for decorating xuan's pressie.. (although i still owe her her pair of slippers..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and xuan had grilled salmon and xiang had ceasar salad.. poor thg, cos sick mah.. so cant eat much of the oily and deep fried stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch a lot.. talk a lot.. gossip a lot.. no lah.. it;s the usual update of our lives.. like how our studies hav been, how exams suck, and a lot more.. it's the meet-ups tt allow us to noe each other and how our lives have been progressing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite it been juz seasonal meet-ups, the quality within is enuf to hold our frenship.. thanks the babes for this frenship.. my life is indeed different after knowing u all.. thank god for u all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya lots.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1452822677876074153?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1452822677876074153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1452822677876074153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1452822677876074153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1452822677876074153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/bdae-dinner-with-xuan.html' title='bdae dinner with xuan'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-2118736211465953601</id><published>2008-05-08T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:01:48.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we went k!!! finally it came true.. haha... not tt ignition haven been gg for k-sessions b4, juz tt we mv go in full strength.. the last time i went was with pei only.. so funni sia.. but we had fun lor.. cos only 2 of us... so it;s "quick ur turn" then after 4 mins "ur turn quick".. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i nv been to k with nee b4.. so today's 1st time!!! but promise, there's more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and same for with gang hao.. cos i was away when ignition went k tt time.. had always wanted to hear him sing "yi liao bai liao" he nv sing this song today though, but sure to force him to sing the next time round.. (ok ah, someone organise for the next time one ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was not in top form.. to the extent my voice was "floating" (if u understand wat i mean).. it totally screwed up when i tried to sing the hokkien song.. all thanks to pei pei's dedication.. so alamak lor.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it's pics-time.. haha.. all the shootings and smile, cheese.. haha.. we were so high, we were standing on the sofa.. and the party-world guy got a shock when he came in to send the bill.. c'mon, we shld be those mild mild type one lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the next k session to come.. yeah!!! wan sui!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2118736211465953601?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2118736211465953601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2118736211465953601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2118736211465953601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2118736211465953601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/k-finally.html' title='K finally..'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6847977516253522490</id><published>2008-05-07T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:03:06.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>housewife of the day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha.. i'm housewife of the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, as fu mama is off fr s'pore and away in perth enjoying herself, i hav to stay in s'pore to be her part-time domestic helper.. nah.. i cant go cos i had to be here for 2 papers.. BE (which sux to the core, dunno whether will pass not) and PIM (my graduating paper, officially) so ya.. stranded here in s'pore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my itinenary for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;540am:woke up.. bathe&lt;br /&gt;620am:left home to go xiao gu's hse&lt;br /&gt;7am : pray ah gong&lt;br /&gt;820 am:eat breakfast (had laksa, fried carrot cake.......)&lt;br /&gt;9am :left to come home&lt;br /&gt;920am: wipe the dining table, coffee table, tv console, scrub the balcony floor, bathe, wash clothes&lt;br /&gt;1114am: blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest of the day, it will be ch 8, ch u, and youtube.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leading the life of a couch potato..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then.. ta ta everyone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*as for the surprise fr my jie, it;s a LV neverfull tote bag.. cool man...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyone need a god sister??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6847977516253522490?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6847977516253522490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6847977516253522490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6847977516253522490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6847977516253522490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/05/housewife-of-day.html' title='housewife of the day!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-8513551141714045855</id><published>2008-04-29T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:03:58.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title? no such thgs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha.. not sure wat sort of title i shld put also.. cos this post is more of a recollection of everythg which i wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, while waiting for pa to buy back my breakfast (prawn mee pok dry) and for him to send me to amk lib to mug.. haha.. so spoilt brat sia.. decided to blog for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers down and 3 more to go.. 1 on fri, B2B, one on mon, BE and the next the next day, PIM.. a little sucky cos last 2 papers are back to back.. but it can end soon, so y not??? ending a day early means a day more of freedom b4 being thrust into the corporate world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2B sucks.. well it;s not a case on vacuum cleaners but Jewelworld.. wat the hell.. for once i hate diamonds and co.. but then, all the prep wk with Ignitions.. it feels juz like the old days.. so glad we could be tgt to mug for the last sem.. well.. we really did our wk.. amid all the gossiping and bitching.. haha.. it juz felt so great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin and ting will be gg thai for some big shopping.. haha great for them.. wanna get out of s'pore for a while b4 wking too.. but then, need to hav kar-kis lah.. and need to convince the PM and DPM of my house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used ti talk abt having piercing on the nose.. but then heard tt will become cow in the next life.. all the stuff abt giving milk to human babies (so off rite, human babies feed on cow;s milk), all the ploughing in the fields and all u get at the end of the day is being slaughtered for beef.. ironic sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking abt having tatoos.. haha muz be all the exam stress.. but then it will be gd to do somethg unique.. haha.. but i heard, got tatoo, next life will become pigs.. i dun wanna be a pig.. will get slaughtered and all parts will be used for somethg.. become kway chap, even the head also kana used by another animal if similar kind (__sharks)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok prawn mee pok is back.. time for breakfast.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8513551141714045855?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8513551141714045855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8513551141714045855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8513551141714045855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8513551141714045855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/04/title-no-such-thgs.html' title='title? no such thgs..'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-2687750946734111008</id><published>2008-04-22T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:37:42.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.. finally.. it;s here... final sem;s exams.. so tt;s how it feels like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i seriously dun hav the mood to study.. but i could feel the heat within me.. almost burning my butt le.. haha.. but i still cant find the motivation to hit my books.. not sure y it;s like tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so since this is the last sem.. the last exams which i will take as a student, a full stop to my education career (unless i'm furthering it in future), this exam will be officially the last exam for jessica foo chwee ling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks for all those who hav given me all the help.. like mok, kai wee, etc etc.. all their useful tips, in one way or another.. thanks sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and thank nee and dar, all those camping in amk lib to prep for this exam... all the small chats we had in between, all the teh and holicks, and enduring all the dagger stares fr the cleaner aunties and the librarians cos we eat and tak in the lib.. haha... spastic sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and thanks pei, lin, ting and nee (once again).. all the enduring in amk mac to discuss BE, and later B2B.. all the useful tips, churning of ans to cases and simulation of wat might come out for exams.. let's hope they really will come out for exams.. ahah.. then we can smile to each other and stick our thumbs out in excitement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and lastly, thank gang hao.. being the "backstage crew" a crucial one i muz say.. how u managed to endure all our "we dunno this one, so u help us do lah" statments all ard the emails we send.. all ur impt and useful pts for the damn.. i mean interesting BE cases.. all the "u've got mail" msgs.. they always came when i'm taking my power nap.. but ya, still a big thanks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so ya. to conclude, i conclude tt i hav concluded.. haha no lah.. but juz tt taking exams is hard, but to be able to endure all these shit with u all lessens the pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1st paper is tmr, everyone, take care and "enjoy" the process, our last days as students, specifically, undergrads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2687750946734111008?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2687750946734111008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2687750946734111008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2687750946734111008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2687750946734111008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6538159106505742547</id><published>2008-04-13T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:04:47.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my current love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i finally found the love of my life!!!!!!! so excited to know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanna noe... it's J.Co donuts!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muahaha... i love J Co donuts.. seriously everyone.. u shld giv it a try man.. it's much better than.. *cough cough*.. no names mentioned.. but ya.. it's really one of a kind man.. awfully sinful... but, i juz cant help but wanna sink my teeth into one of the donuts.. so much for being a marketing student.. am i supposed to noe tt these are all the visuals which attract consumers into the shop?? but then again, who can ever say no to good food??? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIc9FmHb4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/m-rK-lDlDCU/s1600-h/13042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188741556483878786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIc9FmHb4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/m-rK-lDlDCU/s200/13042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the table which we took today.. "glazzy" the name of the donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIedFmHb8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/w8_t8T6dQVs/s1600-h/13042008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188743205751320514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIedFmHb8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/w8_t8T6dQVs/s200/13042008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my almond donut and 2 "glazzys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was at raffles city for the past weekend, and i mean both sat and sun.. cos there got.... espirt.. mama's bdae, so got 20%.. and thus, it;s big shopping spree.. despite exam coming soon, supposed to stay home to study and mug real hard, i'm still out playing a fool.. shopping and eating and all the wat-nots.. think abt it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so was shopping, trying on clothes at espirt.. bought a cardigen, a spag and a top.. happy sia.. and of cos, how can i leave my ma and jie out of these actions??? after which, it;s to J Co for donuts.. courtesy of jinny foo.. she "banja" yesterday and today's donuts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today went back to raffles city again cos ma forgot to bring her robinson's card yesterday.. so today need to go back to get the stuff which we wanted to buy.. no J Co intended.. but cos we came up fr the escalator and staring straight in front of us was J Co, how can we not walk in?? so after some shopping done, it;s straight to J Co..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIczlmHb3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/sBHKbpv9rIU/s1600-h/13042008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188741393275121522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIczlmHb3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/sBHKbpv9rIU/s200/13042008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mama's shopping list.. $363 worth of "hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i juz gotta say, the almonds on top of the donut seems a little crushed up, and the portion seems a little less generous than when it first started.. in case any J Co staff is reading this, pls do take some serious consideration in this blog post.. *hee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIdPVmHb6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/PVKd-MjEYyg/s1600-h/29032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188741870016491426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIdPVmHb6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/PVKd-MjEYyg/s200/29032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 wks ago at J.Co&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIdcVmHb7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/yjzjY_cGnqk/s1600-h/29032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188742093354790834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIdcVmHb7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/yjzjY_cGnqk/s200/29032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sinking my teeth into my choco donut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was walking past kate spade for the 2 days.. being displayed in the windows is a.. some sort of a tote.. those formal type.. but it looks really gd man.. so pretty.. but it costs a hefty 650 bucks.. so i guess, it's a little while b4 i can afford to get it.. or maybe i shld get a "ah-sia-kia".. haha.. i shld rely on my own lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6538159106505742547?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6538159106505742547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6538159106505742547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6538159106505742547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6538159106505742547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-current-love.html' title='my current love'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/SAIc9FmHb4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/m-rK-lDlDCU/s72-c/13042008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-9196259331120496964</id><published>2008-04-08T22:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:05:05.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happi bdae mummy</title><content type='html'>it;s mama's bdae.. so the whole lot of us went over to jumbo seafood for some dinner cum celebration.. actually it was to eat the complimentary bdae cake that Jumbo offer us.. since mama is a member there.. so after all the chili crab, black pepper crab, peking duck, etc etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it;s the moment we hav been waiting for... cut cake!!!!! bdae songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uF2rgYAHI/AAAAAAAAANE/6qpGM3GAiDo/s1600-h/06042008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186886570285203570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uF2rgYAHI/AAAAAAAAANE/6qpGM3GAiDo/s200/06042008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing bdae song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGC7gYAII/AAAAAAAAANM/74yUS1JJMOo/s1600-h/06042008(029).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186886780738601090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGC7gYAII/AAAAAAAAANM/74yUS1JJMOo/s200/06042008(029).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blowing the candle.. wonder whose bdae it is siah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uHG7gYANI/AAAAAAAAAN0/weYJqAQtDLk/s1600-h/06042008(038).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGVLgYAJI/AAAAAAAAANU/tRRNFLg92_w/s1600-h/06042008(033).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186887094271213714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGVLgYAJI/AAAAAAAAANU/tRRNFLg92_w/s200/06042008(033).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posing for a pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGnLgYAKI/AAAAAAAAANc/TGU7KwbD0KM/s1600-h/06042008(034).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186887403508859042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGnLgYAKI/AAAAAAAAANc/TGU7KwbD0KM/s200/06042008(034).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the usual "take again" lucas was kind enuf to giv us a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGzLgYALI/AAAAAAAAANk/d7U5gMH4meY/s1600-h/06042008(035).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186887609667289266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uGzLgYALI/AAAAAAAAANk/d7U5gMH4meY/s200/06042008(035).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and when tt smile was held there for too long.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uG_bgYAMI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZYfIE8IMeUg/s1600-h/06042008(037).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186887820120686786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uG_bgYAMI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZYfIE8IMeUg/s200/06042008(037).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then it was cake cutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uHG7gYANI/AAAAAAAAAN0/weYJqAQtDLk/s1600-h/06042008(038).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186887948969705682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uHG7gYANI/AAAAAAAAAN0/weYJqAQtDLk/s200/06042008(038).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and when the smile was held for too long again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did we always succumb our dear lucas to all these "pain"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muahaha..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&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/8668012216596923157-9196259331120496964?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/9196259331120496964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=9196259331120496964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/9196259331120496964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/9196259331120496964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/04/happi-bdae-mummy.html' title='happi bdae mummy'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R_uF2rgYAHI/AAAAAAAAANE/6qpGM3GAiDo/s72-c/06042008(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-7199948441142319125</id><published>2008-03-20T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:59:07.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for: my ah gong</title><content type='html'>blogging at this time, it juz feels different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping when mama came in and told me ah gong juz passed away.. was planning to visit him at the hospital after my b2b pres tmr.. haven had the  time to go c him.. cos of all the projs and presentations.. come to think of it, some thgs cant wait.. if u miss this chance, u may lose it forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure y ah gong left so abruptly.. as in, he is feeling weak le, but he seems fine in the hospital.. started to eat.. but not sure y, started to stop eating again.. did he choose not to eat on purpose, or? this i will nv noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was young when i always frequently ah gong's place.. remember ah gong was a teacher at some vocational institute, ITE as we noe now.. he will buy me stuff.. i will nv forget the rice he cooked.. he always hav the capabilities to cook it til the rice is juz cooked. it;s hard, but u cant complain it;s not cooked.. think it;s juz nv put in enuf water.. and bak gua to go along with the rice, so i can swallow my food.. cos can psycho myself to say it;s the bak gua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah gong could nv rem us.. as in, not sure if he noes who's who.. but i will always call out loud to him.. "ah gong!!" guess he will be thinkin, how come my grand-daughter like tt.. muahaha.. i nv fail to "surprise" him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ah gong: we will take care of ourselves.. bye bye ah gong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7199948441142319125?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7199948441142319125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7199948441142319125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7199948441142319125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7199948441142319125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-my-ah-gong.html' title='for: my ah gong'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6058177001329763052</id><published>2008-03-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:48:10.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无言的应对</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;早知道我们就在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;另一边的草坪应该会比这里好吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;希望你会应此而感到比较快乐吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我也会的。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6058177001329763052?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6058177001329763052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6058177001329763052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6058177001329763052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6058177001329763052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_18.html' title='无言的应对'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6498865262147600788</id><published>2008-03-17T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:38:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen... BUT NOT CONQUERED!!! (part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.. majority of us are felling low battery now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"charge up ur battery or u will lose your work.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my grp mates are really feeling the heat le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nee is struggling between red bull, ppt and watever shit we are still hanging..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pei is the CD (creative director).. so she's hanging hard with all the aplications in MS 2007, fascinated with all the shit within.. haha.. and did i say she didn back-up a copy of the bloody PIM ppt.. so ya.. all the shit tt follows, jess is too tired to explain, much less type it out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jess... as for me.. all the conclusion, exec sum.. other shits tt r flowing ard, i'm doing.. so ya.. alot of cursing ans swearing gg on within me.. think my heart is so overworked these days.. cos gotta "gek" within.. sure to get "lai xiong" soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lin is sick again.. first gastric flu, now swollen eyes.. she said she saw GH without underwear!!! muahaha.. nah i noe she's juz kidding.. it's a way for her to cover up her unhealthy habit of viewing porn.. opps... she's so gg to kill me.. if she can read this blog with her swollen eyes... shit.. i'm so gg to get it fr her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and as usual.. ms tan always fall aslp on her lappy.. cannot like tt ms tan.. later u will neck ache one.. take care ya.. less red-bull-ing ard ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok.. it;sback to more wk le.. haiz.. the sad life of a RMIT student..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6498865262147600788?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6498865262147600788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6498865262147600788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6498865262147600788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6498865262147600788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/03/fallen-but-not-conquered-part-3.html' title='fallen... BUT NOT CONQUERED!!! (part 3)'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-2715856633043727001</id><published>2008-03-15T23:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:22:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STORY OF IGNITIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided to leave a note here, but starting on proj again.. cos SIM is nv only abt projects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S ALL ABOUT FRIENDSHIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entered sch in Aug 2005.. never really noe wat to hope for, cos i'm all alone.. came to heard that yilin and yating will be in the same course.. excited at first.. but worries too.. same class in JC, but never really had the chance to talk to them proper.. so.. it;s the start of a budding frenship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vsnmGG72I/AAAAAAAAAME/dCy-INxkRbg/s1600-h/ea64da23+-+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992361577738082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vsnmGG72I/AAAAAAAAAME/dCy-INxkRbg/s200/ea64da23+-+sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to noe Yupei.. it juz spark off.. we were known to each other as B1 and B2.. i cant imagine we cld hav the telepathy tt we share.. after all, we were strangers b4 coming to SIM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177993233456099186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vtaWGG73I/AAAAAAAAAMM/diBS2duTxCg/s200/15-12-06_1328+pei+and+jess1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's never the duration we noe each other.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's the bond we share tt matters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequently, we got to noe Gang hao, Nee, Dar and Yan.. GH and Nee played a big part.. later members to the grp, their existences prove to be a difference..&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vusmGG74I/AAAAAAAAAMU/jogIaeGBXyU/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177994646500339586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vusmGG74I/AAAAAAAAAMU/jogIaeGBXyU/s200/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vvPGGG75I/AAAAAAAAAMc/CJ4vVYRa-1Q/s1600-h/ignition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177995239205826450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vvPGGG75I/AAAAAAAAAMc/CJ4vVYRa-1Q/s200/ignition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it;s not how late u came into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it;s how ur presence shook my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were a grp.. we were like a package.. the joke of employing us as a package, and we can complete a proj for the company.. each of us came to noe wat each is gd at.. when proj came, it's auto allocation of wk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will do the SWOT, PEST, 4Ps with lin, pei and ting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any adobe, ting will be in charge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any editing, it's me and lin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any positioning map, comp anaylsis, it's GH's part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, Pei will do the impt alignment, appendix.. and of cos, Referencing.. (cos it;s dsmn impt, will affect 1 grade ok~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we endured the stress and competition instilled by others, esp, Cosama.. how we "enjoyed". we always had a way to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vwm2GG76I/AAAAAAAAAMk/jaLBmIJoUKY/s1600-h/DSC00287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177996746739347362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vwm2GG76I/AAAAAAAAAMk/jaLBmIJoUKY/s200/DSC00287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all sorts of pain, we stand strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, pei and lin got to wk tgt.. different wkplace at first, we managed to endure big bullies in wk tgt.. seperated across miles, fr Eunos to Thomson, we stayed connected thru the phone.. when big bully struck, we comfort each other thru msgs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to wk tgt.. we played tgt, pull tricks on policemen.. how we turn the whole place upside down.. sorry, to the home team pple.. we didn mean to be so "naughty" it's all for the fun of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vyI2GG77I/AAAAAAAAAMs/dVTn8woJipE/s1600-h/19-12-06_1757+jess+and+pei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177998430366527410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vyI2GG77I/AAAAAAAAAMs/dVTn8woJipE/s200/19-12-06_1757+jess+and+pei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work is tough, but with u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it makes life easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lastly, we share each other;s impt days tgt.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vyomGG78I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fKlquPxGRKQ/s1600-h/IMG_6806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177998975827374018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vyomGG78I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fKlquPxGRKQ/s200/IMG_6806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vy22GG79I/AAAAAAAAAM8/khjbAV7UpEc/s1600-h/my++21st+birthday+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177999220640509906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vy22GG79I/AAAAAAAAAM8/khjbAV7UpEc/s200/my++21st+birthday+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfrens, break-ups, birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;treasures the times we shared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess &lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2715856633043727001?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2715856633043727001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2715856633043727001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2715856633043727001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/2715856633043727001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-of-ignitions.html' title='THE STORY OF IGNITIONS'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9vsnmGG72I/AAAAAAAAAME/dCy-INxkRbg/s72-c/ea64da23+-+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-7614004097959164424</id><published>2008-03-14T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:29:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat happen on thu, 13 may 2008</title><content type='html'>web-camed with jac last nite.. told her i thot she looked fresh.. perhaps the air in england is much fresher than here in s'pore.. muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the care and concern.. everyone in s;pore is fine.. no worries ya.. when u return fr england, i would hav finish my exams.. and on my way to graduation, officially.. all the yes of slogging over books, projs and exams.. the day has come.. somewat sad, but somewat happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknown of wat to expect.. will there be lots of meanies in the outside world.. but, u nv try, u nv noe.. haven really thot of wat i wanna be as yet.. i guess i will be a lost sheep for a while, before committing to somethg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was attending gan's class yesterday.. for once, i thot she's nice.. she "Xerox" (according to how m fong wld say) the cse study for us when she realised we didn zap our notes... i really hate this concept of zapping notes.. i noe, we are undergrads now le, hav to do zapping of notes ourselves.. but the webbie keeps "under maintenance".. it;s like.. argghhhh not again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway she zap our cases for us.. felt touched.. she told us how to drink bailey.. cos meishan's grp mate brought bailey to sch.. so cheong rite? i noe.. B2B class almost became Bailey to Bailey... and i presented for my grp yesterday, cos nee was not in top form.. thanks pei, for being with me when we went to the "shooting ground".. but we didn get "shooted" as much as pei did last wk.. thanks again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;放下未必自私...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;苦苦撑着才是自私的行为&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;放下，才能知道撑着的痛苦，&lt;br /&gt;放下，才能知道解脱的自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;呼吸的空气一定会是新鲜的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7614004097959164424?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7614004097959164424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7614004097959164424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7614004097959164424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7614004097959164424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/03/wat-happen-on-thu-13-may-2008.html' title='wat happen on thu, 13 may 2008'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7148915943495422183</id><published>2008-03-12T20:30:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:59:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon voyage on superstar virgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i finally uploaded the photos le!!! so happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now, let's look thru the photos and remember the times we spent tgt onboard superstar virgo.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;photo taking starts on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f6a2GG71I/AAAAAAAAAL8/MH1nCps6se0/s1600-h/CIMG2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881635790352210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f6a2GG71I/AAAAAAAAAL8/MH1nCps6se0/s200/CIMG2853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our super chui faces, cos we juz came back fr arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f6OGGG70I/AAAAAAAAAL0/IH5ksovVPFs/s1600-h/CIMG2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881416747020098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f6OGGG70I/AAAAAAAAAL0/IH5ksovVPFs/s200/CIMG2860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smile.. u're on candid camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f6DmGG7zI/AAAAAAAAALs/XUIx5mK3Pg4/s1600-h/CIMG2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881236358393650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f6DmGG7zI/AAAAAAAAALs/XUIx5mK3Pg4/s200/CIMG2866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a grp photo, taken with our own might..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it;s a success, after 2 failures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f5w2GG7yI/AAAAAAAAALk/4GxwOdo7LQ0/s1600-h/CIMG2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176880914235846434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f5w2GG7yI/AAAAAAAAALk/4GxwOdo7LQ0/s200/CIMG2873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a kiss fr me to u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f5jmGG7xI/AAAAAAAAALc/bCojv8sIpqg/s1600-h/CIMG2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176880686602579730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f5jmGG7xI/AAAAAAAAALc/bCojv8sIpqg/s200/CIMG2877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me imitating 徐乃麟. any similarities? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could i his long-lost daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f4ymGG7vI/AAAAAAAAALM/lLc3-iNA5Fk/s1600-h/CIMG2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176879844788989682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f4ymGG7vI/AAAAAAAAALM/lLc3-iNA5Fk/s200/CIMG2881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f4pWGG7uI/AAAAAAAAALE/iNEee6cpTp8/s1600-h/CIMG2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176879685875199714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f4pWGG7uI/AAAAAAAAALE/iNEee6cpTp8/s200/CIMG2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to look like those 2 at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f5KWGG7wI/AAAAAAAAALU/um0zlETv9fg/s1600-h/CIMG2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176880252810882818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f5KWGG7wI/AAAAAAAAALU/um0zlETv9fg/s200/CIMG2883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we got so addicted, we did samurai and yoga poses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos e restaurants behind are "Samurai" &amp;amp; "The Taj"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f3m2GG7sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/h28l8naLktU/s1600-h/CIMG2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176878543413898946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f3m2GG7sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/h28l8naLktU/s200/CIMG2885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me on jac's bed, she took the upper level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f2LmGG7rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1VD9w854qio/s1600-h/CIMG2889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176876975750835890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f2LmGG7rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1VD9w854qio/s200/CIMG2889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f1TWGG7qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eXP6C-niwzE/s1600-h/CIMG2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176876009383194274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9f1TWGG7qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eXP6C-niwzE/s200/CIMG2899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCKED FACES!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 3.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fOwmGG7pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/39L7OgxDAlc/s1600-h/CIMG2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176833630940884626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fOwmGG7pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/39L7OgxDAlc/s200/CIMG2920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fOa2GG7oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7cUiu5kZgHI/s1600-h/CIMG2924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176833257278729858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fOa2GG7oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7cUiu5kZgHI/s200/CIMG2924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class of Rm 9216 and 5095&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fN42GG7mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1-sfGvIH5Tk/s1600-h/CIMG2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176832673163177570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fN42GG7mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1-sfGvIH5Tk/s200/CIMG2939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fOG2GG7nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dFJGt4kxtiU/s1600-h/CIMG2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176832913681346162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fOG2GG7nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dFJGt4kxtiU/s200/CIMG2934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funky in our or-bak-kiah aka sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fNq2GG7lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qLyUxyBgOZ0/s1600-h/CIMG2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176832432645008978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fNq2GG7lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qLyUxyBgOZ0/s200/CIMG2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; constant walking on carpet makes my shoes clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fNeWGG7kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V_L9KE1WfIQ/s1600-h/CIMG2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176832217896644162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fNeWGG7kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V_L9KE1WfIQ/s200/CIMG2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; virgo and gemini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fNRGGG7jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5p2DD61rV3w/s1600-h/CIMG2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176831990263377458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R9fNRGGG7jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5p2DD61rV3w/s200/CIMG2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mama and her new found love, 徐乃麟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for now.jess&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8668012216596923157-7148915943495422183?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7148915943495422183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7148915943495422183' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-8520005236754426417</id><published>2008-03-10T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:25:48.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back fr cruise</title><content type='html'>b4 i start blogging, i juz wanna say.. i seriously hav no idea wat is wrong with Blogger.. i spent so much time b4 finally uploading all the photos onto the post, and dunno wat happen, everythg disappeared again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time spent waiting for the damn thg to upload the photos, all like this..&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucky man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, back fr cruise.. last time, perhaps, tt we are gg for cruise le.. cos virgo is leaving le.. so yupz.. took the opportunity to "hav a go" at it for the last time.. the experience is quite different.. but on the whole, still a gd experience, juz like past few times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrity for this trip is xi nai lin, popular taiwanese host.. haha.. mama managed to take a pic with him.. saw him when we checked in to board the ship on fri, saw him yet again when we came out fr immigration this morning.. so got start got end, very good lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.. as for the photos, will upload it when i find the time, and the calmness within me.. then i will upload.. haha.. scare i will slam the lappy or throw it down 16 floors when it fail to upload again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8520005236754426417?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8520005236754426417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-3765523384845387021</id><published>2008-03-07T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:07:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chui ah!!!</title><content type='html'>ya ya.. chui ah.. all the nights of cheong-ing projs.. maybe we are juz too stubborn.. we shld render her help.. but we always reject.. cos we are afraid we need to do extra wk? i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we juz handed in our b2b major.. so it;s a big relieve.. we found out no other grp did same company as us.. quite surprised for this outcome.. i thot we may hav a competitor.. but they change company in the end.. so ya.. still wanna say, thanks for this decision.. at least it;s not competition straight at each other's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to the cruise in another 17 hrs time.. juz a short getaway.. completed my parts for PIM.. and send to my fav nee nee and she will send to my dear pei pei to do the compiling, i guess...  so muz cheong a bit b4 i leave.. tie up some wk.. tt's y, gg to gang hao;s hse later to do the bloody BE.. ya.. gotta sound nice.. we love BE, like shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing to do lotsa cam-whoring ard the ship.. b4 it leaves for india.. all the cam-whoring with jac, think we will act dumb and dumber again.. haha.. wait for the pics to come !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. guess tt;s all ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3765523384845387021?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3765523384845387021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>weekly update</title><content type='html'>ya ya.. haven hav the time.. and thus, i will need to resort to doing weekly updates.. projects are killin me terribly.. and softly.. i juz feel so chui.. almost to the state of breaking le.. arghhhh.. anyway, i noe they will be over b4 i noe it.. and i wun be able to enjoy the joys of doing projs.. cos it'll be wking life soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my weekly update, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon: bought my new HP.. yupz yupz.. new Hp again.. my nokia E51.. so i can go online anytime.. so long as there;s wireless..&lt;br /&gt;where there;s wireless.. there's msn for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tue:think nothing much happen.. juz tt we had BE discussion.. and lin was telling me abt PS I love You.. and i started crying.. juz by listening to her.. either lin's gd in telling stories, or i'm becoming a cry baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed:saw lin's blog.. realised we had some misunderstandings gg on between our 2 grps.. iron thgs out after their mcdonald's presentation.. talked til abt 6 plus.. thus, skip korean class again.. can foresee i will hav tons of probs for the next class.. mas selamat ran out of whitley detention centre.. island-wide manhunt for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thu: nothg much happen.. juz tt it;s b2b class again.. thot of a nick name for lecturer.. gan-dium poh neo-sium.. inspired fr the 2 chemicals, sodium and potassium.. once agian, f class student for the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri: stayed at home the whole day.. nothing happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: went to sam;s place to do proj.. saw an inverted bathtub at her neighbour;s place and started to fantasise tt mas selamat may be hiding in there.. and all thr crap of sam hiding mas up in her rm.. think we are on the brink of breakdown le.. stayed til abt 8.. almost puked blood.. went to ah gong's place after tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun: stayed at home the whole day.. nothg much accomplished except for BE.. watched "the adventures of wisely" on ch 8 til abt 1am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's my entire schedule for 1 wk.. boring, yes i noe.. guess i juz wasted too much time doing nothg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-4449546852805590287?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4449546852805590287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=4449546852805590287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4449546852805590287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4449546852805590287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekly-update.html' title='weekly update'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-8079396479137840841</id><published>2008-02-26T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:32:46.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>for once, i thot we felt like strangers.. us before and us now.. it felt like millions apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together, we were working towards the same goals.. now, we stand opposite each other, fighting for the same goals.. the irony of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said it was for my own good.. i couldn see any.. perhaps i;m blinded by the invisible.. perhaps it nv had existed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tiredness within me.. consuming my every inch.. i cant help but succumb to it..&lt;br /&gt;the weakness of human..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unglam side of me, showing as the days go..&lt;br /&gt;hide it, i cant, so i can only let it unleash before u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of my expectation, most definitely.. i'm more than pleasantly surprised by this..&lt;br /&gt;i cant say i'm shocked.. i shld hav been mentally prepared for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words cant speak the thots i felt.. this is juz a mild side of wat i felt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang on, i will..&lt;br /&gt;bite thru it, i muz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it;s more than juz pain,it;s tormenting pain..&lt;br /&gt;it;s more than juz sadness, it;s overwhelming misery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting an end to this, is putting a full stop to this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8079396479137840841?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8079396479137840841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8079396479137840841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8079396479137840841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8079396479137840841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled_26.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-5389935983421578444</id><published>2008-02-26T00:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:24:41.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hall 11 prodn pics</title><content type='html'>as promised.. the pics are here!!! xuan sent them yesterday.. and here i am, uploading it today.. how efficient can i be.. if only i can be THIS EFFICIENT for my projs.. ARGHHHH.. ok enuf of the crap, see the pics.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8LrJupmcXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Es4pMaP0--k/s1600-h/CIMG8869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170953874548617586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8LrJupmcXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Es4pMaP0--k/s200/CIMG8869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at central's yoshi, dinner time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8LrBOpmcWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RajqJWWBOCg/s1600-h/CIMG8881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170953728519729506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8LrBOpmcWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RajqJWWBOCg/s200/CIMG8881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after the prodn, a big "yeah" for yong an!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8Lq5epmcVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-uQ4zmlrHJ8/s1600-h/CIMG8887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170953595375743314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8Lq5epmcVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-uQ4zmlrHJ8/s200/CIMG8887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at clarke quay, hiding behind gary to "cover" the fats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8LqyupmcUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8pygT67l3T0/s1600-h/CIMG8889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170953479411626306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8LqyupmcUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8pygT67l3T0/s200/CIMG8889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and xuan.. cld see myself with early signs of aging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8Lql-pmcTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/neJPHHMufcI/s1600-h/CIMG8890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170953260368294194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R8Lql-pmcTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/neJPHHMufcI/s200/CIMG8890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gary and his less-than-enthusiastic "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8668012216596923157-5389935983421578444?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5389935983421578444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=5389935983421578444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/5389935983421578444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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of the youth olympics 2010.. well done.. and let the world noe our existence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are part of South East Asia.. remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-4105073835968132816?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4105073835968132816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=4105073835968132816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/4105073835968132816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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presentation til 8.. such a shame.. if not, the 3 of us will be able to hav a gathering or sort.. another time i guess.. i'm sure we will hav the opportunity one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yong an is still pretty much the same, juz tt i thot he 发福了.. i guess NTU's food is too gd, and he cant resist it.. we were happily "gossiping" abt yong an.. didn noe his parents and ah mah were sitting 1 row in front of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn paiseh, when the prodcution end, and he wave to his family.. opps opps.. haha.. andhis ah mah touched his stomach.. guess she was lamenting on the amt of wt yong an put on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ah mah: 没有啦，勇安还是很帅啦！！too late to say all these.. i noe.. and ah mah wun be reading my blog also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yong a's prodn is great.. his performance is still as great as b4, when we acted tgt for NY's 白云岗.. equally comical.. really can bring the hse down type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring.. no one's online.. no one to talk to.. shall go bathe then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: not "i love u", but.. xuan, waiting for e photos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6473847148852844344?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6473847148852844344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6473847148852844344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6473847148852844344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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day... juz another day for me.. but not "juz another day" for many others ard the world.. to all, cherish those ard u.. v day is not juz meant for lovers/couples etc... but, for all of us, to spend some time with our loved ones.. like our papas, mamas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. this blog is getting a little out of pt le.. i shall stop here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;人因梦想而伟大&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never stop dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8497572083938270310?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8497572083938270310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>WAT??? same accessories, same shorts some more!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R7G69epmcNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1i6T_vQ8Ko4/s1600-h/Photo0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166115812933005522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R7G69epmcNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1i6T_vQ8Ko4/s200/Photo0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, i noe this photo is awkardly taken.. but then, the pt i wanna make is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore this combi of clothes to class today.. and as i was happily walking in the underpass to the bus stop, i saw someone with the same "red heart" accessory as me.. damn.. super spoil my day.. i noe this is not a monopoly, but a monopoLISTIC competition.. but ya, same time, same place, different pple with same acessories is a little too off le ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok next.. zoom in on the shorts.. my brown OP shorts, which i had it since last sem.. then.. as i was "zao-ing" aka pon-tan BE lect to chat chat outside, i saw this ger wearing the same shorts as me.. super duper faintzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y like tt???????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok i noe no big fuss.. but wat the heck.. wearing 5 thgs out, alr got 2 same as others.. damn damn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok.. tt's all for today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-485017165178686987?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/485017165178686987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R7G69epmcNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1i6T_vQ8Ko4/s72-c/Photo0245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-6817054076685041840</id><published>2008-02-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:04:28.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standing on the shoulders of giants</title><content type='html'>half way thru my b2b minor, thot shld juz take 5, blog for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was lookig thru pa's ATI training manual, saw a quote which i thot had quite an impact.. it's said by isaac newton.. cant rem the exact words.. but it flows along this line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*u can see farther cos u r standing on the shoulders of giants*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wat an impact.. standing on the shoulders of giants allows us to see further and farther.. does it tell me that i shld really stand high to see the beautiful thgs that may be away fr me now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we may be blocked by a huge rock found in front of us.. but if we stand high, even if it;s slightly higher than the rock, we will be able to see the beautiful scenes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's not that the scenes dun exist, it's juz missing fr our lives for a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6817054076685041840?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6817054076685041840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-7777158577169285722</id><published>2008-02-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:07:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f**ked up day</title><content type='html'>gosh, today will be the day i guess i will nv forget.. it;s where all the f**ked up thgs happen altogether.. guess they decided to meet or wat ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i went over to anutie pauline's hse.. they had lion dance.. and i went deaf for a period.. then, i got smacked rite in the face, at my rite eye by some flying vegetables.. those which they use while they use during the performance of the lion dance.. then, everyone tried to ease the whole thg by saying i will strike 4D soon.. wtf.. i hav no wish for such thgs.. y dun u stand there and i smack u with tt and tell u u r gg to strike 4D soon..man.. i felt like gg out rite at tt instance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, lucas was crying in the car all the way fr airport to our hse.. how i wish i nv "volunteer" to wanna bring him out.. now, i will nv bring him out, nv in my whole life le.. unless i noe there is someone who can be there to tame him, and tt is aka, my brother, his father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i guess tt;s abt all.. i juz wanted to blog to vent out all my anger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really nv abt the pain, it abt the shame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally understood wat it means today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7777158577169285722?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-3848722230718009084</id><published>2008-02-06T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:15:34.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last CNY at old market</title><content type='html'>muaha, it;s me again, juz 30 secs away fr the last blog entry.. haha.. went to old market jzu now.. it;s been a place we will visit every 29th nite... juz 2 days shy of CNY.. guess it;s a habit, since we will hop down to walk walk and eat eat when we lived there last time.. tt's y, even though we move le, still will go back and walk walk and eat eat.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the last CNY where we will go old mkt le.. cos they are demolishing it to build some new condos or watever it is.. so gotta go today no matter wat, cos next yr, it wun be there anymore le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven eat dinner, so we gotta find somethg to fill our stomachs.. it;s alr 12 midnite, so u can imagine the no. of stalls still opened for biz.. the ans: not much!! so we juz gotta go for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6i0QMvPPyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GehT-IPF9Iw/s1600-h/Photo0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163575163170537250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6i0QMvPPyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GehT-IPF9Iw/s200/Photo0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--wan tan mee.. too bad they dun hav mee pok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after tt, i was slurping hot key-huay teh aka crysanthamum tea.. a treat fr uncle, shu xing's pa as he runs the coffee stall at the mkt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6i0ksvPPzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/21lj4TfBQ4s/s1600-h/Photo0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163575515357855538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6i0ksvPPzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/21lj4TfBQ4s/s200/Photo0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--neh, his stall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it;s 3plus am le.. i better go slp le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3848722230718009084?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3848722230718009084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3848722230718009084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-5579944384407400381</id><published>2008-02-06T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:02:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acting as tourist part 2</title><content type='html'>Day: 01/02/2008 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Wisma Atria's Esprit&lt;br /&gt;Mission: Acting as a tourist&lt;br /&gt;Goals: To try on the clothes/accessories as i cant afford to buy them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fr the above descriptions, i guess u noe wat happen at esprit le ba.. it's tryin clothes time.. cos..  THE PRICES ARE WAY BEYONG COMPREHENSIBLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried on the cap first.. i thot it looks gd, on me.. nah, but i didn buy it lah.. cos it's like only a few occassions where i will wear it.. perhaps i wun ven wear it at all.. muahaha.. so i thot, juz take photo lah.. dun say nv try b4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6iuz8vPPvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lk0pM17iU_M/s1600-h/Photo0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163569180281093874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6iuz8vPPvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lk0pM17iU_M/s200/Photo0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--i thot i look gd in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it's to the vest.. hey.. this vest, u guess how much it is... it's a freaking $89.90!!! gosh.. nut it felt pretty comfy i muz say.. so i guess this is wat they call.. u pay for the quality.. so i thot, take photo again lah.. since i'm not buying.. actually, the focus shld be on the vest.. and cos i didn button all the way, so i gotta use my hand and hold the bottom part.. then my gey-kiang(act smart) sis went to take full portrait.. and now, it looks like i'm pressing on my stomach cos i hav stomachache or somethg along this line.. faintz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6iu-cvPPwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L0i50-tHEXc/s1600-h/Photo0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163569360669720322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6iu-cvPPwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L0i50-tHEXc/s200/Photo0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this hustle and bustle.. the mission has come to an end.. and to commerate, we took pics to end it off sweet and nice.. but the chairman, tan aka fu mama didn wanna share her smile with us, so it;s only the 2 kia-kiahs taking pics to end this mission off.. well done babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6ivXMvPPxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ghqAfzIPEBg/s1600-h/Photo0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163569785871482642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6ivXMvPPxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ghqAfzIPEBg/s200/Photo0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; thanks babes (nee and pei) for allowing me day off to complete my mission.. thanks sweeties...&lt;br /&gt;and y is it titled as "acting as tourist"? cos tourists like to take photos anywhere and everywhere.. even in shopping centres.. how appropriate can this be rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-5579944384407400381?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R6iuz8vPPvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lk0pM17iU_M/s72-c/Photo0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-721619225749070676</id><published>2008-01-28T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:26:54.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a disappointment</title><content type='html'>well well.. it's so NOT MY DAY TODAY!!!! first, i waited hell damn long for the lift.. when i made my way down, i realised tt i forgot to bring walllet.. so, gotta GO WAY UP again to get it.. after tt, i took lift down... and guess wat, there was a drizzle, so i gotta take the lift again to 1st floor, which is the covered carpark.. then, when i walk over to the bus stop, my 153 left.. dreads.. then i miss the 154 also.. darn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the 1st BE meeting.. haha.. in the end, we chose to do P&amp;amp;G, somethg on tampons.. muahaha.. standard, cos it's... chosen by Gang Hao.. muahaha.. no hidden connotation.. but ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GANG HAO CHOSE THE CASE STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then, somethg damn disappointing was announced.. we didn get to do proj with grp 7!!! sobbing sobbing!!! well.. there;s nothg we can do anyway.. but the superstar came back for class today.. and he's busy looking for a grp.. thank god we "took in" 'god-noe-when-she-will-appear' ger.. well.. juz xin ku for the last sem lah.. it'll end in 3 mths' time le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;press on IGNITIONS!! and i mean those who deserve to be an Ignition..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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disappointment'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-5325579761675677828</id><published>2008-01-27T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:28:56.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it shldn't hav been like this~</title><content type='html'>it's tiring.. really tiring.. all the tons of projs undone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe everyone is trying their best.. but, it's really xin you yu er li bu zu(heart wants to complete but the strength within is hindering progress).. but the again.. sitting down and complaining is not use.. i shld convert this energy into energy for completion of project.. hopefully everythg will go according to plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone.. i noe all have been slogging thru the proj.. with new members in our grp.. perhaps u r not used to our wking style.. but seriously.. if u need wan to join us, u really need to put in some effort.. depending on us will get us nowhere.. u may say i'm whining or wat.. but really..c'mon, we are all depending on one another.. and it;s the last sem le.. the last lap to the end of the race.. we cant juz hold onto each other, cos we will juz trip and fall tgt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a proj meant for 5 pple cant be completed with juz the power of 3 pple.. it's isn't fair, is it?&lt;br /&gt;juz blame tt we started on a seriously wrong note man.. if only we had been like we were choosing BE team-mates, tt decisive.. we wun hav had such a bad time now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrity, enuf of all these whining.. time to get some proj done again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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this~'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-7780488924713479387</id><published>2008-01-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:17:53.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie movie</title><content type='html'>went to tiong bahru to watch movie today with jac.. caught the thai horror movie "the house".. god.. can i pretend i nv watch it and GV to refund me my money??? it;s... totally.... how shld i put it?? it;s not exactly tt bad, cos the horror element is there.. but, there's juz so many thgs the director wanna tell us (as if he's not gg to hav a chance to tell us next time in another movie, but looking at the response fr this movie, think he really will not hav the chance), but somehow, i cant catch it at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;simply put it, juz in case there are pple who wanna watch it and waste tt $7.50, depending on when u watch it, and to prove my pt correct.. it's abt this house which is haunted and pple who move in will be under the influenced of ghots in tt house to kill their loved ones.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothg exciting, same old plot, same old storyline.. juz a lot of blood.. if there is a reason y this movie spent big bucks in prodtn, it;s becos they use &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO MUCH BLOOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; other than tt, nothg much to comment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;did some shopping and off we are, on our way home.. saw a couple quarreling juz b4 we entered the train station at tiong bahru.. we thot, wow, serious lah.. quarrel leh.. then, walked down the stairs to wait for train.. another couple at the stairs.. the ger was seated on the floor, and holding onto her bf's hand.. and crying bitterly.. we were thinkin, wat's wrong man??? how come this station has so many of all these crying/quarreling couples?? then, juz as we were abt to enter the train, this lady came walking out, with tears in her eyes.. gosh.. we were like, super man.. wat's wrong with pple at this station.. i even suggested checking the dictionary t see wat does "tiong bahru" means.. muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, chatted quite a lot on our way home.. all the gossips etc.. muahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fod for thot: wat can gers not survive on??? &lt;strong&gt;gossips i suppose..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5ir2MvPPuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qNvRtAB5Ft0/s1600-h/Photo0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159062320773545698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5ir2MvPPuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qNvRtAB5Ft0/s200/Photo0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, we were bored, so we decided to "act tourists" and take photo in the train.. muahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-7780488924713479387?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7780488924713479387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-2486374028113981711</id><published>2008-01-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:55:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smack our asses out!!</title><content type='html'>it's somethg small.. but really worth writing it dow for rememberance.. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare urself cos wat i'm gg to say will either make u roll ur eyes (c'mon, chill man chill) or make u LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during break this aft, yilin stand really close to me.. and she started to look at me straight in the eyes.. i was like, wat's wrong man.. then, she used her hand and drew 2 full circles in the air.. and guess wat.. juz as the 2nd circle was ending, a little less than 25.999cm above our heads, her hand went right smack into my butt.. and we stared at each other for 2 full 2 SECONDS!! everythg was blank in my head.. i couldn react.. and when i finally did, we laughed til we almost died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i tried to try it on pei.. but she was on guard.. so i went on to my next victim, nee.. i stand beside her and did the exact same thg as lin did to me.. she looked at me with hatred in her eyes.. i thot she will punched me.. but when she finally "recovered" fr the shock, we broke into immersed laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess we were really stressed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-2486374028113981711?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2486374028113981711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=2486374028113981711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so old.. time seems to pass so quickly.. i thot i juz celebrated my big 21st, and now, i'm celebrating 22nd at home, with my family as my company.. hee.. wat a big difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, thanks to all, my pa, ma, bro, sis-in-law, jie, bro-in-law, isaac and lucas.. thanks for being here with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as promised, the pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NjODf-FOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EPtUyae6gTY/s1600-h/Photo0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157575091378066658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NjODf-FOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EPtUyae6gTY/s200/Photo0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my killer heels, bought by xuan, xiang and gary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5Njejf-FPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wuHmzbSHk24/s1600-h/Photo0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157575374845908210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5Njejf-FPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wuHmzbSHk24/s200/Photo0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a pic of us, captured within e frame, withstand e challenge of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NkIjf-FQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JhN7XoJ2M4g/s1600-h/my+bdae+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157576096400413954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NkIjf-FQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JhN7XoJ2M4g/s200/my+bdae+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5Nkjzf-FRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LUYu4dCIhcQ/s1600-h/my+bdae+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157576564551849234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5Nkjzf-FRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LUYu4dCIhcQ/s200/my+bdae+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cake~ singing bdae song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NlCzf-FTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5mj-2OezGAQ/s1600-h/my+bdae+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577097127793970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NlCzf-FTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5mj-2OezGAQ/s200/my+bdae+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NkxTf-FSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vGWyrYmyIv4/s1600-h/my+bdae+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157576796480083234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5NkxTf-FSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vGWyrYmyIv4/s200/my+bdae+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make a wish~ cutting cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R5Nkjzf-FRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LUYu4dCIhcQ/s1600-h/my+bdae+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8668012216596923157-7477730435993454862?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7477730435993454862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=7477730435993454862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/7477730435993454862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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STILL WANNA BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. met up with xuan and xiang tonight.. gary came along too.. it was a nice surprise.. since he missed my 21st bdae last yr, he "made it up" this yr by joining us for the dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really a dinner anyway.. cos we alr had some heavy snacks b4 we met up.. so we juz went to cartel at PS for some snackers and waffles.. it's great meeting the babes again, considering we juz met during xmas last yr.. but we juz had so much to talk and gossip abt.. (trust me, we didn prepare a list of wat to say/gossip/bitch. everythg juz flow naturally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hog the table at cartel for 4 hrs.. we went in at 1846 and left at 2230.. gosh.. we were damn gd at this man.. the table next to us had 5 different sets of customers coming in, eating and leaving, and we were still weel rooted into our seats, except for the occasional toilet breaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonder butts we hav..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got my pressies fr them.. they bought a photo frame for me.. in it was the photo we wook last xmas.. finally, a new photo!! cos we had been surviving on photos from our JC prom nite, xuan, xiang and my productions etc.. now, a new photo to the collection.. the other present is a pair of heels.. it is super high and very sharp.. good pair to trot around during CNY.. lagi best, when i start wk, can trot ard in this pair, and on a crowded train, if someone gets too close to me, nvading into my private space, i will "zam" his/her feet with my killer-heels.. thanks babes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(+ gary of cos) for this "hu shen fu" aka talisman..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chatted quite a lot.. threw in some problematic probs for each other to think abt.. it;s great having each other to share our probs.. each prob will hav its way of solving it.. and each prob is there for a purpose.. take time to think abt it, and try to do somethg abt it.. sure, it will be gone b4 we noe it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;were discussing abt where to go for our "excursion".. and this discussion cld let us talk for more than an hr. were thinking of gg to east coast to cycle.. but then we realised, we couln cycle at all.. damn!! then xiang suggested gg to zoo.. so we thot, gd idea.. then as we were abt to do final decision, xiang says zoo nothg to do.. then we thot of bunkin in at xuan's hall.. but nothg's confirmed til the final decision's being made.. so.. we will see abt this.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENDING IN PROGRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;still has so much to say, but i guess will keep it til the next time i blog.. lappy no batt, left adapter in pa's car.. keep forgetting to bring it up.. so it;s test of endurance for my lappy's batt now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aza aza fighting!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-5555078920070499181?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5555078920070499181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=5555078920070499181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/5555078920070499181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/5555078920070499181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/01/bdae-date-with-xuan-and-xiang.html' title='bdae date with xuan and xiang'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3189211816122781269</id><published>2008-01-14T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:58:34.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY preparation</title><content type='html'>it'sm CNY prep and i'm feeling the heat le.. it feels so terrible!!! all the loud CNY songs blasting in ur ears.. it;s like everywhere u r hearing the songs.. for once, they sound so scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not done with the clothes yet.. although i bought the tops, the bottoms... arghhh... hav to go get them real soon.. hated CNY for once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis on fri tt time with pei.. hop over to bugis village.. god.. they had tons of thgs to buy there.. but were lazy to try out the clothes.. so gotta visit there some time this coming wk.. mama says wanna go marina.. so guess we will go marina sq then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was telling pei tt i wanted to get a 3rd piercing.. told her "很想打第3个洞，but 怕 mummy骂.." and pei's replies were "不用怕，你mummy 一定会骂的.." wow so classic man.. this line will go into the running of ranking of stuff we say.. (haha.. this ranking haven exist at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess tt shld be all ba.. haiz.. tired man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3189211816122781269?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3189211816122781269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3189211816122781269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3189211816122781269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3189211816122781269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/01/cny-preparation.html' title='CNY preparation'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-9075456466423433332</id><published>2008-01-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:13:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen, once again</title><content type='html'>it's only the start of the new year, and i've fallen ill.. muz be the KFC which i ate last nite.. woke up with a sore thorat this morning.. thot some honey and water will do the trick.. never did i noe it worsened on my way home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be on my way to meet my favourite ah tan aka doctor tan later.. haha.. haiz.. sounds really bad.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem has started.. attended lectures for 2 modules so far.. a bit tiring.. had been a chore trying to wake up in the mornings.. haiz.. looks like i will need another wk before i can get into the momentum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed with assignments and major projects.. it wun be long before the "bringing lappy to sch to do proj" arrives.. haha.. and it will be endless ee-mian tang and tom yam shui jiao.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ban mian auntie here we come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;started korean class last wk.. willbe attending the next in 2 days' time.. quite tough to master a whole new language all tgt... endure endure.. endurance will win the race!! the same applies to my studies too, i guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-9075456466423433332?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/9075456466423433332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=9075456466423433332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/9075456466423433332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/9075456466423433332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2008/01/fallen-once-again.html' title='fallen, once again'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6058681241534591860</id><published>2007-12-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:46:14.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CAR REAR WINDSCREEN SMASHED!!!!!</title><content type='html'>went shopping at centrepoint again.. haha as usual.. thot could hav some cheap buys.. surprising there was not much pple today.. think everyone went to church or somethg like that..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R3ecDDf-FLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bAR6b6KjfhU/s1600-h/Photo0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149756275214390450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R3ecDDf-FLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bAR6b6KjfhU/s320/Photo0191.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a pic me and jie took in front of the candies dept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was over to Fish &amp;amp; Co for lunch.. haha.. how come they never give mints anymore? chey.. cut corners cut egdes.. like that will lose customers one hor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no mints + chilli getting drier+ tartar sauce half a saucer= potential loss of customers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that, we sent jiejie back to her house.. since the road outside her house has no place for us to stop, we had to stop somewhere down the road..   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R3ecXDf-FMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/y9u0aGQckh0/s1600-h/Photo0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149756618811774146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R3ecXDf-FMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/y9u0aGQckh0/s200/Photo0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is wat happens when we were getting to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn tt idiot who smashed the rear windscreen.. for dunno wat reason did someone hav to smash it.. do u noe it cost $$ to replace it?? damn u!! initially we thot it cracked due to the heat.. but then we thot, cant be that bad rite?? so we had to call in the police.. in case it's due to sabotage..&lt;br /&gt;we suspect it's this old ah pek who's there to prune grass for another house there.. but then again, we didn hav any misunderstanding with him ah.. it's was this uncle who's there to repair my jie's house pipes who had a small quarrel with him. perhaps he thot we were a    family or somethg like tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the ah pek (if it;s really u who smashed my windows)--&gt; DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R3ecnTf-FNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NQgMe7Fe_ko/s1600-h/Photo0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149756897984648402" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="112" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R3ecnTf-FNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NQgMe7Fe_ko/s200/Photo0195.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clearing up the "remains" after the police left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6058681241534591860?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6058681241534591860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6058681241534591860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6058681241534591860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6058681241534591860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-car-rear-windscreen-smashed.html' title='MY CAR REAR WINDSCREEN SMASHED!!!!!'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R3ecDDf-FLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bAR6b6KjfhU/s72-c/Photo0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-3912622338359533071</id><published>2007-12-28T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:53:31.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a mad world out there</title><content type='html'>my god.. it's a mad world out there man.. went to robinsons' centrepoint with mama yesterday.. gosh.. i was there at 1020am and it's already packed inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grab some shoes first.. got a pair.. yeah.. can wear for the new year.. then it was to the bedsheets.. got some new sheets for the new yr.. bought micky mouse sheets for isaac and lucas as well.. think they will like it... spent quite a while over there.. and all the pushing and shoving ard fr all the aunties.. man.. robinsons definitely will make it big man.. wonder how much the cash registers collect each day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, after the sheets, it;s to the kitchen section.. we got rice cooker and wok.. gosh.. so auntie rite? then it's ma buying her cosmetics fr lancome.. me and ma juz grab and go, grab and go.. juz grab with all the aunties lah.. like free like tt one (but actually it's not free lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget to take a photo of all my shopping "victories".. haha.. but i didn hav the time and free hand to anyway.. it's busy walking up and down up and down, fr 1st floor to 5th floor to make payments and do delivery.. the stuff will be delivered next wed.. so by then, shld be able to hav some pics of the stuff we bought.. muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we splurge 700 bucks juz at robinsons'.. papa got such a shock man.. haha.. no worries pa.. it's all for the chinese new yr ya!!! hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: i went to cut my hair.. cut it short again.. so sad.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3912622338359533071?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3912622338359533071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3912622338359533071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3912622338359533071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3912622338359533071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-mad-world-out-there.html' title='it&apos;s a mad world out there'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-1997528945997919828</id><published>2007-12-22T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:05:27.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner with the babes</title><content type='html'>finally meet up with xuan and xiang.. haha.. it's been a while since i last saw them... like since xiang's bdae in sept.. after that, it was busy with projects and exams etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiang is always the blur one.. told her this afternoon we will meet at wheelock's NYDC for dinner.. was o my way down to orchard when xiang msg to say she has a table in there le.. i was like, "yes.. dun hav to wait for so long. xiang is the most efficient one".. so i happily went down to wheelock.. she said she's seated at the left side of the entrance, non-smoking area.. didn thot of much at first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally reach NYDC, it was jam packed.. i looked to the left, eh kitchen mah.. how come xiang says she's there.. non-smoking area? but the restaurant is in an aircon place.. so i called.. she told me it's opposite Puma.. so i walked the whole level.. no leh.. no puma ah!! it was then we realised we were at DIFFERENT PLACES!!! she's at Heeren's.. forever so blur one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, met up with xuan and we walked under the light drizzle to look for xiang.. when we reached, she was all ready to tell us wat's nice in the menu.. cos, she was "busy memorising the items" while waiting for us.. placed our orders and chat while waiting for our food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was great.. i had the oven baked pasta while xuan and xiang shared the "dynamite" pizza.. the menu cautioned tt the pizza will be spicy hot.. the caution was for REAL!! xuan and xiang had a terrible time, hissing all the while cos pizza was way too spicy for them le.. and they still happily added chilli flakes before eating.. muahaha.. then it's desserts.. we had band aid mudpie and boney cake.. and a king tut's fav drink.. tasted not tt fantastic actually.. xuan wondered y it;s the king's fav..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked a lot.. since we only meet once every 3 mths.. my bdae cum CNY in jan, xuan's bdae in may, xiang's bdae in sep and x'mas in dec.. so we had to do "quarterly report".. haha.. nv did i noe it was already 2335.. so we had to rush all the way to take train.. haha.. damn hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked damn fast.. and dad was afraid tt i will miss the last train.. thank god we made it.. it's the first time i hear the announcement "the last train gg towards marina bay is arriving soon..." and it's also the 1st time mum didn call at 1030 to ask where and wat e hell i'm.. not bad sia.. broke my record again.. yeah.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for xuan to send the pics we took juz now.. only took 2 cos rushing to catch the train.. wasted..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaiting the next meet-up.. til then, merry x'mas babes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1997528945997919828?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1997528945997919828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1997528945997919828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1997528945997919828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1997528945997919828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/12/dinner-with-babes.html' title='dinner with the babes'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-3059047029673591829</id><published>2007-12-14T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:20:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muahaha.. didn realised that my blog's current status is "blocked".. haha.. well, it;s s status set by.. who else but.. ME!!! faint, so bo liao rite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, it's set.. went to SengKang CC to enrol for Korean class.. haha.. finally am doing somethg for myself le.. and it's one of my goals to at least learn a foreign language.. (which was planned when i was doing my damn time management ind. assignment).. so might as well, try to fulfil some of the goals set.. the class will start on the 1st wed of jan.. and it will be held every wed, fr 7-830pm.. so i guess.. still managable ya.. only 10 lessons, so it will end at ard mar.... after which, i guess it will be chong-ing for final exams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anywa, pei is away on a holiday to HK.. and weida is in thailand now.. hope they are enjoying themselves. sometimes, being away fr s'pore can be gd, relaxes the brain, away fr the stress and highly contaminated air.. muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz finished writing my xmas wishlist.. hav sent it out to ignitions le.. haha.. seriously hav no idea wat to put on the wishlist.. but those items up in the wishlist hav gone thru serious thots.. so waiting for their replies.. so we can all start on our xmas shopping over the weekends.. yeah.. shopping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tired tired.. but thinkin of getting to meet ignitions and xuan and xiang next wk.. perks me up.. alrity, til then, everyone take care.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3059047029673591829?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3059047029673591829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3059047029673591829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3059047029673591829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3059047029673591829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/12/blocked.html' title='blocked'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-1352761014175829697</id><published>2007-12-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:07:05.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry these words came too late</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry my actions hurt u that much.. pls trust me that this was never my intention to treat u this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more on my part for being selfish.. i failed to notice tt u needed my encouragement instead of me telling u i dun wanna face realities.. i guess it's childish of me.. thinkin abt not finding out abt my results so tt i can "enjoy" myself better in HK.. wat the f**k.. how can i ever feel better with somethg weighing on me?? dumbo me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back and checking my results.. i realised i did ok.. then it dawned on me on how i shld approach u.. i need to think if the rite way, how to phrase my sentences to make sure they dun hurt u in any way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent a msg to u after tagging ur blog.. i hope to catch up with u.. but somehow, there was this distance between us.. i didn noe wat happen?? i was only away fr S'pore for 5 days.. wat happened to us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u told me u were disappointed.. and tt forgiving is easy but forgetting is not.. i couldn comprehend.. i was troubled and puzzled for the whole day.. but well at least, it gave me a chance to reflect on the thgs i hav done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad u told me abt wat u felt abt the whole thg.. i realised wat i hav done.. pls noe tt this is nv my intention to treat a fren like this.. i was so taken aback when u qn me abt this suddenly.. guilty surges.. i tried my best to explain.. this is definitely not a way to find a way out.. it;s more on trying to let u noe wat really happen over at my side.. hope u can understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad we hav settled this prob.. like wat u say, forgiving is easy but forgetting is not.. i noe we may need some time.. i hope this will not be a hurdle between us.. can time heal our wounds?? i seriously and sincerely hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tt i can chat with u on msn so freely, i thank god for it.. i'm thankful this has not jeopardise our friendship.. i  do hope, instead, after this, we will share a stronger relationship.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1352761014175829697?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1352761014175829697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1352761014175829697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1352761014175829697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1352761014175829697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-sorry-these-words-came-too-late.html' title='i&apos;m sorry these words came too late'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6676650207305173412</id><published>2007-12-03T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T02:34:14.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me back.. once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes yes.. nods nods.. me back.. once again.. muahaha.. it's TIRING man!!!! all the walking, all the squeezing with the locals there.. and all the bargaining, asking for discounts.. muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, this is the "rewards" i hav fr HK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) a new bag (for the new sem, i guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) a disney poker cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) a set of keychains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) a pair of earrings (fr jie.. muahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) a pair of pooh bear UNO cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha... all the eating.. suffering from constipation now.. although i went to clear some after i reached home.. opps.. a little gross.. but then again.. the food over in HK is pretty gd.. juz that i felt that it's a little oily and salty... but i FINALLY get to eat my "curry fishballs".. it tastes pretty gd i muz say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's really a new experience.. some more, this time it's travelling with my 2 nephews.. gosh.. wat an adventure.. they tend to be cooperative at times.. but they are monsters most of the time.. muahaha.. not exactly though.. isaac was ok, but lucas was.. OMG.. muahaha.. maybe it'll be a while later where i will travel with them again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6676650207305173412?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6676650207305173412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6676650207305173412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6676650207305173412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6676650207305173412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-back-once-again.html' title='me back.. once again'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-6991130952688823119</id><published>2007-11-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:24:41.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Hong Kong tmr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so fast.. will be flying to HK tmr.. juz finished packing my suitcase.. nothing much to bring along anyway since it will be a quick holiday there.. juz 5 days and i'll be back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz consolidated the pics took in Korea.. all the fond memories.. gosh.. missing the country again.. it;s real beautiful.. the layer of snow covering the land.. it's one of those scenes we will see in jigsaw puzzle or somethg like tt.. awaiting next yr where i hope i can be there again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met up with B1 today.. arranged to go back to SIM to collect our assignments.. B1 said she didn want to see eileen.. muahaha.. too bad, she saw her anyway.. cos she's pur coordinaor.. sure muz see her one.. haha.. too bad B1.. and it;s gossip session in the smelly canteen.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we talked a lot.. thgs like my korea trip.. like someone etc.. haha.. we had such a gd laugh.. but then again.. this someone impacts us once again.. shall not label names.. all identities muz be kept strcitly confidential.. but juz hope tt this someone will walk out of watever shit very soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thinkin wat i'll be expectin fr this HK trip.. but the sucky thg is, after the trip, will need to collect results le.. arghhh sucky.. well i guess this is all juz part and parcel of life.. tests and results are benchmarks to tell us how well we hav excelled or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIM's atrium had this station near the student care centre set up for pple to drop their condolences to Jeremy, the dragonboater who lost his life during the race in Cambodia.. saw the station fr afar.. by pass the notice board for dragonboat and saw their grp pic.. saw him in the pic as well.. suddenly, emotions rushed up.. i guess this is life.. how fragil it can be.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6991130952688823119?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-6932546654002926148</id><published>2007-11-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:22:01.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with regards to ms tan, aka B1's boss's request, i shall add more pics.. muahaha.. no lah.. juz to share some moments i spent over in korea with u guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r6rkUqDKI/AAAAAAAAACw/ugZTWNomisc/s1600-h/DSCF3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137193951361109154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r6rkUqDKI/AAAAAAAAACw/ugZTWNomisc/s200/DSCF3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on our way up to see the volcano tt erupted yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r7AUUqDLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jOrxUH97xRo/s1600-h/DSCF3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137194307843394738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r7AUUqDLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jOrxUH97xRo/s200/DSCF3198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toilet sign at 1 of the stop-over.. so cute rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r7YEUqDMI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ag0fC4NBDnc/s1600-h/DSCF3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137194715865287874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r7YEUqDMI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ag0fC4NBDnc/s200/DSCF3285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at how defined the honey is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r7wEUqDNI/AAAAAAAAADI/i9uggmX2jBw/s1600-h/DSCF3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137195128182148306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r7wEUqDNI/AAAAAAAAADI/i9uggmX2jBw/s200/DSCF3303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the bridge, where we saw some waterfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Teddy Bear Museum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r8P0UqDOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SSDt2VyTOl4/s1600-h/DSCF3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137195673642994914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r8P0UqDOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SSDt2VyTOl4/s200/DSCF3368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monalisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r8q0UqDPI/AAAAAAAAADY/7KASaV57Rxw/s1600-h/DSCF3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137196137499462898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r8q0UqDPI/AAAAAAAAADY/7KASaV57Rxw/s200/DSCF3348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r9CEUqDQI/AAAAAAAAADg/J7zrJnz88V0/s1600-h/DSCF3372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137196536931421442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r9CEUqDQI/AAAAAAAAADg/J7zrJnz88V0/s200/DSCF3372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last supper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gastronomical moments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r9dEUqDRI/AAAAAAAAADo/KnRKl2IqAHM/s1600-h/DSCF3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137197000787889426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r9dEUqDRI/AAAAAAAAADo/KnRKl2IqAHM/s200/DSCF3205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my half-eaten bimbibap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r91kUqDSI/AAAAAAAAADw/v-twPtrIqyY/s1600-h/DSCF3279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137197421694684450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r91kUqDSI/AAAAAAAAADw/v-twPtrIqyY/s200/DSCF3279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feasting on the bulgolgi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r-NEUqDTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TgrIB27ZXgw/s1600-h/DSCF3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137197825421610290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r-NEUqDTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TgrIB27ZXgw/s200/DSCF3457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;munching on a sausage at EverLand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-6932546654002926148?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6932546654002926148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=6932546654002926148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6932546654002926148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/6932546654002926148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-pics.html' title='more pics...'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0r6rkUqDKI/AAAAAAAAACw/ugZTWNomisc/s72-c/DSCF3230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-748074083924164420</id><published>2007-11-25T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:13:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics took in korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kSWEWAYRI/AAAAAAAAACo/F_ii_3jEcnk/s1600-h/DSCF3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136657020325224722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kSWEWAYRI/AAAAAAAAACo/F_ii_3jEcnk/s200/DSCF3629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us and our tour guide, charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kRr0WAYQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HxlX38J7gXA/s1600-h/DSCF3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136656294475751682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kRr0WAYQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HxlX38J7gXA/s200/DSCF3513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, ma and pa skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kRQEWAYPI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwhjN0W6HKo/s1600-h/DSCF3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136655817734381810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kRQEWAYPI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwhjN0W6HKo/s200/DSCF3495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YongPyong, where "Winter Sonata" was filmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kQ0kWAYOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Li0qmxqXRNc/s1600-h/DSCF3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136655345287979234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kQ0kWAYOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Li0qmxqXRNc/s200/DSCF3464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at YongPyong, we miss an hr of slp to play snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kQcUWAYNI/AAAAAAAAACI/ajZVMH-wI9s/s1600-h/DSCF3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136654928676151506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kQcUWAYNI/AAAAAAAAACI/ajZVMH-wI9s/s200/DSCF3160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and mama's fren, aunty katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kQKkWAYMI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kz6mAaUZ1Eg/s1600-h/DSCF3324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136654623733473474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kQKkWAYMI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kz6mAaUZ1Eg/s200/DSCF3324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teddy bear museum at Jeju Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/748074083924164420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/748074083924164420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/11/pics-took-in-korea.html' title='pics took in korea'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/R0kSWEWAYRI/AAAAAAAAACo/F_ii_3jEcnk/s72-c/DSCF3629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-8138036247394421608</id><published>2007-11-25T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:00:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyeong haseyoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey everyone.. me back.. muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant believe it.. it's beautiful over in korea man.. the pple are great, the weather is gd.. everythg is juz perfect there.. juz that we couldn speak their language. a little of an inconvenient sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrived at incheon airport.. met up with the tour guide.. he;s really humourous.. haha.. a morbid sense of humour.. and the weather.. it was ard below to 0 degree celcius when we arrived on the first day.. according to the guide, it was too early for seoul to experience such cold weather in nov.. so we were really lucky cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cold weather=snow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the next few days were juz hectic.. we moved fr places to places.. took a domestic flight to Jeju, then back to incheon.. went to several sightings, such as the church used as the setting for a scene in the korean show "All In", and to yongpyong, the place where "Winter Sonata" was filmed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went skiing at YongPyong.. the snow was super thick.. thank god for the unexpected cold weather, we saw snow.. it was mind-blowing man..seeing snow falling from the sky, u can feel a sense of being loved at that moment.. according to koreans, couples will meet at the park, and when the first snow falls, they will hold their hands and make wishes to be tgt with each other.. how romantic.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of cos, there are still many happenings during the trip.. overall, it;s worth the travel fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-8138036247394421608?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8138036247394421608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=8138036247394421608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8138036247394421608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/8138036247394421608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/11/anyeong-haseyoh.html' title='anyeong haseyoh'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-192519160933759248</id><published>2007-11-15T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:16:55.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back into the world of blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great!!! my blog is un"blocked".. thanks to pei... she does miracles man.. muahaha.. this blogskin is great man.. hopefully i can see fallen maple leaves when i'm over at korea... since it;s autumn now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, cant write much cos the layout of this is such that the posts are at 1/3 of the entire page.. writing too much will make the whole post lengthy.. so i shall do some changes to my previous posts.. muahaha.. like cheating like tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok lah.. shall end here le.. but it;s wonderful having somethg which u "lost" back to u again.. how i hope this applies to life too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-192519160933759248?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/192519160933759248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=192519160933759248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/192519160933759248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/192519160933759248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-into-world-of-blog.html' title='back into the world of blog'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-5634787746997575210</id><published>2007-11-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:25:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another 1 week, although it;s juz 2 papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another 8 more days to the end of the exam... although there is only 2 more papers.. haiz.. juz gotta endure it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's not the test of knowledge, it's the test of endurance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jia you jia you jia jia you... tt;s all i can say to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the constant psycho-ing to ensure tt i can hang on for my dear life til the end of the exams.. it'll be over b4 we noe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-5634787746997575210?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5634787746997575210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=5634787746997575210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/5634787746997575210'/><link rel='self' 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heavy-gg it is, so i called it "heaviest-going") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, i was saying, the heaviest-going paper Global Marketing is finally over.. although i felt that it wasnt tt well done as i had run out of time.. and  literally wrote crap for the 2nd essay qn.. haiz.. wat to do, i always had poor management of time.. kept telling myself, ok 3.30 muz finish, then later, it's 3.45, then it's 4PM!!! tt's well i really went on to do the 2nd essay qn..--&gt;therefore, NOT ENUF TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but then again, since it;s over, shall not brood over it le.. cos it;s not gg to help anyway.. but something fascinating happened at the exam hall today.. this invigilator actually screamed out loud at this candidate..she said the student is a "problematic student who fails to surrender her exam script." damn drama sia... SIM is moving towards typical taiwanese idol drama.. by being... DRAMATIC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alrite, now a recap on my sources of motivation and comfort during the mugging period.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;firstly, i told ma that i was feeling lethagic during to the erratic sleeping hrs and long hrs of mugging.. so she made me some super big tonic soup.. muahaha.. no lah.. actually i also dunno wat's in the soup.. i juz drink.. taste yummy, considering the fact that i did not hav breakfast tt morning... ok lah, it's yummy lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/Rx8eflxxrtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YFVFMUnzfkc/s1600-h/Photo0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124848429036580562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/Rx8eflxxrtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YFVFMUnzfkc/s200/Photo0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;--YUMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/Rx8eXVxxrsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ViviCcHfmY8/s1600-h/Photo0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124848287302659778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/Rx8eXVxxrsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ViviCcHfmY8/s200/Photo0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--大朴汤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bought this packet of Vitasoy on my way back.. purposely drop 1 stop earlier so i can walk to the Shell petrol station opposite my hse to buy mash potato fr 7-11, only to find that they dun sell mash potato there.. sob sob, so sad.. to prevent myslf fr looking stupid, walking into the shop with no car and no purchase, i had to pick somethg up.. so i juz bought vitasoy.. so while crossing the road and walking back, was busy slurping vitasoy.. had a sense of fulfillment, although mash potato will giv me more satisfaction.. but then again, no fish, prawn also gd lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/Rx8eN1xxrrI/AAAAAAAAABo/wjF35CPOyoI/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124848124093902514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/Rx8eN1xxrrI/AAAAAAAAABo/wjF35CPOyoI/s200/Photo0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drinking 375ml of soya bean milk, felt really 涨.. reminds me  of &lt;br /&gt;                                                   our GM proj where we do dao huay zui also.. and we got HD..&lt;br /&gt;                                                   ho  hap-pi orh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-3573359548401050856?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3573359548401050856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=3573359548401050856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3573359548401050856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/3573359548401050856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-sources-of-comfort.html' title='my sources of comfort'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/Rx8eflxxrtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YFVFMUnzfkc/s72-c/Photo0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668012216596923157.post-1756239564685953843</id><published>2007-10-23T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:24:17.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking some time off fr studies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taking some time off fr studies to blog.. since watching the repeat telecast of "guess guess guess", so multi-task a little, watch tv and blog.. muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so fast, tmr is the start of the 1st paper le.. a little worrying cos it's the final yr le.. cant fail any module so that i can graduate smoothly.. tend to feel a little pressuring.. but juz gotta motivate myself, psycho myself a little so that thgs will go smoothly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let's hope for some divine intervention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heard the new song fr li jiu zhe "xiang tai duo" aka think too much.. great song.. cant state the reason y but it's a song with meaning.. i feel.. the lyrics have significant meaning, so yupz.. can go listen when free.. anyway it's the song i used for the blog.. so yupz.. can listen listen.. (credits to pei for helping me to change my blog song.. paiseh, nv take the effort to learn how to do it..) muahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haiz.. with exam mood looming, nv really hav the mood to blog.. keep feeling there is this air above my head.. (hit hit hit above my head) haha, childish...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;positive motivation for myself and ignitions.. we can pull thru this tgt.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAUTION: do not look at pei's blog.. heard fr lin tt u will get very stressful after reading her blog cos pei includes her studies progress in it.. haha.. pei is going to kill me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my whole back seems to be breaking..not sure y, as if there is this invisible person sitting on my back.. wooooooooooooooooooooo~~~~~~ scary man.. tried cracking my bone, watever i can crack, but it doesn seem to be wking.. will the person sitting on my back pls get off??????????? if not i will get police to catch u!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hurry up, exams quick finish.. then can go for holiday le!!! yeah.. will b gg to korea first (fr 17-24 nov) b4 gg to HK on 28 nov.. sounds exciting though.. so stress myself out now then can go enjoy and make a nuisance of myself during the trips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok lah.. shall go watch tv now le.. haiz.. then it will be back to studies.. HAIZ!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-1756239564685953843?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1756239564685953843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=1756239564685953843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1756239564685953843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/1756239564685953843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/10/taking-some-time-off-fr-studies.html' title='taking some time off fr studies...'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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-8668012216596923157.post-584998113977920249</id><published>2007-10-16T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:51:58.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juz a blog~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz wanna say this again: happy bdae ms tan, although it's after 12am and it's a new day le.. but i noe ms tan will appreciate one.. hee hee.. this i say one.. muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway juz wanna upload some pics.. all the mischiefs we committed in AMK lib, the place which we hav been "camping" in for the past few weeks for our intensive mugging.. it's less than 10 days the start of the 1st paper, which is GM.. this is sucky.. but then, with the end of the exams will be play time.. looking forward to tt though.. finally new wat it meant by "no pain, no gain"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alrity, i shall stop all the grouses and start with the photos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/RxOZo1xxrpI/AAAAAAAAABY/g5hPaOJib3E/s1600-h/Photo0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121606128160059026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/RxOZo1xxrpI/AAAAAAAAABY/g5hPaOJib3E/s200/Photo0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chocolates fr dar--&gt;chocos make u happy!! moral support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/RxOZ9FxxrqI/AAAAAAAAABg/xVFEIo4mY9c/s1600-h/Photo0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121606476052410018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0iK0UCVAoM/RxOZ9FxxrqI/AAAAAAAAABg/xVFEIo4mY9c/s200/Photo0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nee and me smiling for the cam.. take 5, study break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.for.now.jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668012216596923157-584998113977920249?l=memoriesofjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/feeds/584998113977920249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668012216596923157&amp;postID=584998113977920249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/584998113977920249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668012216596923157/posts/default/584998113977920249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofjess.blogspot.com/2007/10/juz-blog.html' title='juz a blog~'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13676829858900636217</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/_a0iK0UCVAoM/RxOZo1xxrpI/AAAAAAAAABY/g5hPaOJib3E/s72-c/Photo0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
