<?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-6879535</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:52:54.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreamland... Egypt...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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>790</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7263818431901242871</id><published>2009-11-01T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:00:25.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a Gucci &amp;amp; Burberry Bag... I wanted a Crumpler bag... I wanted a pair of goggles... I wanted all expenses paid holidays... I wanted new furniture for my room... I wanted to bring Happy for swimming... I wanted MANY things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all I wanted was to be with my close friends for my birthday. Presents to me are all secondary. The grestest present I want is to share the happy times with them, crap and joke. If there's really a need, just buy anything with your heart. No point forcing yourself to buy a present for someone... Because, it's the thought that count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents to me are things that I wanna have and but can't get it. Those things that I can get with money, to me, are not really presents. Because overtime, I'll eventually buy them by my own. So, why waste the money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7263818431901242871?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7263818431901242871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7263818431901242871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7263818431901242871' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2852248551486393981</id><published>2009-09-27T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:00:09.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gueess I must be out of my mind.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was Genting, KL &amp; Malacca... July was Tioman... September was Redang... Now, December will be Harbin! *droolz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all these trips, I've been in and out of the custom almost every week to run some errands... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at SDC allows me to sit down and really think &amp; plan. People around me were always giving me advise. "Listen to your heart" was one of the advise that I've been given. There's many consultants around me when I needa see the other side of the picture. They really help me to see through people better and allows me to thinking better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I don't understand why people have such childish or simple-minded thinking. Now, with their help, I'm able to see the full picture better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gone through all the incidents, I've also realised that I shouldn't keep quiet most of the time. I should shoutout and get my message across. No matter who they are, or what they are, I have to get them to hear my message. Whether it is acccept or not, a reason will be received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations have forced me to change the way I think. For the better or for the worse. People may enter my life. Some may choose to leave. I can't stop them because everyone have a mind of their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2852248551486393981?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2852248551486393981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2852248551486393981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2852248551486393981' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-678856413325764004</id><published>2009-07-30T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:27:18.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0dYRdSPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RPQBf82TydA/s1600-h/IMG_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0dYRdSPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RPQBf82TydA/s400/IMG_2900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364829997953272050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee~~ I love getaways! 3 days in Tioman was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While travelling to Mersing, I looked out of the window and wondered... We're just separated by the water but we look so different. In Singapore, you can see high buildings and greenery almost everywhere. However, in Malaysia, it looks totally different. The buildings look all run dowm. Maybe because there isn't much trees along the roads, it was extremely warm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0eeUTcKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/oSdMy7NS_Gc/s1600-h/IMG_2921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0eeUTcKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/oSdMy7NS_Gc/s400/IMG_2921.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364830016755691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Walking towards our room&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0euDRmEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Pl1J4HRlpoM/s1600-h/IMG_2939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0euDRmEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Pl1J4HRlpoM/s400/IMG_2939.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364830020979234882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;A view from our room.. =D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2-3 hours of bus and 2 hours of ferry, I was finally at Tioman!! After checking into our room and unpacking, we spent our first day exploring the beach. While sitting on the beach, we felt so relaxed! It feels totally different from Singapore. There isn't a need to rush around. Everything seems to slow down there. You can take your time and enjoy your moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was the snorkling trip. We took a boat to somewhere around Berjaya Beach. There were fishes everyhere and anywhere in the water! Even when we ran out of bread, the fishes still swam close to us. One was even staring at me in front of my face! At one point of time, one of them bit me!! =( Maybe I'm too delicious... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Marine Park for another snorkling. There wasn't any corals to see... Only fishes... But still, it was fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After snorkling, it was lunch, then canoe! Again, we brought bread along. We went to a spot that was 'infested' with fishes to feed them. =D After paddling halfway, I got tired and decided to lie back, instead of paddling... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day was tiring because of the snorkling and canoeing. In the late afternoon, we just rested in our room till it was dinner time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third day was the day we had to say goodbye to Tioman. Before leaving, we decided to spend our time at the jetty. So, we went to buy bread again... Yes! It's for the fishes! We had to feed them slowly because the bread had to last us for an hour... But, the boat came early. We ended up with only 30 minutes to feed the fishes before leaving the island reluctantly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a place that lets your mind to be at ease. We got to know a few people from the snorkling trip. =D But... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0d_TUa-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/5fYuT2ZMVCA/s1600-h/IMG_2913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0d_TUa-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/5fYuT2ZMVCA/s400/IMG_2913.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364830008430062562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy don't last forever. In the end, we still had to return to reality. I'm falling in love again... I've fallen in love with the sea, fishes and corals! Uncle Richard keep talking about Pulau Sibu! =( He's making me tempted!! I wanna go........ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0fCXh1MI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Fk-Dg0gdwx0/s1600-h/IMG_2946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0fCXh1MI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Fk-Dg0gdwx0/s400/IMG_2946.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364830026432894146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-678856413325764004?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/678856413325764004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/678856413325764004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#678856413325764004' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SnO0dYRdSPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RPQBf82TydA/s72-c/IMG_2900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5586798230220547329</id><published>2009-07-07T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:02:47.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh... My head hurts! The wisdom pain is torturing me slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, this thought came to my mind.. "What happends if someone's life just ended suddenly? Will there be tears of joy or sorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it may be half half. I'll be happy because that person can end his sufferings. But sad because he's gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always filled with surprises. Everything may happen unexpectedly. Wouldn't life be perfect if we know what exactly is going to happen in the furure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm really bored. I kind of miss my past hectic work life. I love the pile of work on my table that I had to complete. I miss the stress I used to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I really wished that there's 25 hours a day. But sometimes, I didn't mind... Because at least I know time is moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5586798230220547329?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5586798230220547329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5586798230220547329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5586798230220547329' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5846934633597257430</id><published>2009-07-06T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:00:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the most dreadful day... IHT on rest day... All of us have to be back. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, it was staff comm. Luckily it ended quickly. After that, it was Fish Market time... Some of them brought stuff to batter trade. For me, I got a book from Yoshoda. In return, I just have to get her avocado milk shake for her... =) I practically paid $2 for a book that cost $17! haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we dragged ourselves down to DT for the NE Seminar. It was frm 1pm to 5pm!!! The speaker of the day has PST - Permanent Sore Throat. After about 15 minutes, Jay and I fell asleep... I woke up only 30 minutes later... =P For the second half, Jay and I kept talking. We weren't listening at all... Haa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seminar finally ended, it was DURIAN PARTY TIME!!! It's kinda fun eating durian together in such a big group! =) It's more fun when there's free flow of durians!! 2 big baskets of durians were bought for us! Hee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5846934633597257430?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5846934633597257430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5846934633597257430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5846934633597257430' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-1474083536931418951</id><published>2009-07-01T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:22:51.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, the moment I stepped in, I was surprised to see Daryl to be in his army uniform. He looked so handsome! haa... Why was he required to wear his uniform? It's because... Today is SAF Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing my tour, I was shocked by the size! The crowd kept flooding in when I was waiting at Gateway. Anyways, I tried to entertain my self. Hee... Sam came in halfway to help me with half of the group because not all of them can squeeze into Crisis Sim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the second tour, I was in FITB. While reading my book, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was shocked! It's already 1230!! My tour is starting!! Quickly, I rushed over. Luckily, I was still considered early... The tour was at 1245... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to many people these days, I've realised life isn't that simple as you think. There's so many unexpected events for you to handle with piror notice. Each event is a challenge for you to grow up or learn from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your life is bad, think about others. You don't know what they have gone through. If you think others' life is so much better than you, you may be wrong. You were not able to see the shit they have been through to get the life they are enjoying now or they may be suffering deep inside and these weren't revealed to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, live life to the fullest! That's my motto. Once, someone told me... You are only able to live your life once. Appreciate what you have... Treasure what you have now. Aim for the goal in your life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-1474083536931418951?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1474083536931418951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1474083536931418951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1474083536931418951' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2451884393027619421</id><published>2009-06-30T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:09:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a day I decided I don't wanna stay at home when Addy left my house. So, I went to Vivo to walk around. If I'm bored with Vivo, I can enter the island to slack around. However, I wasn't in the island mood yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around, I decided to go to the roof to slack. I found a place that overlooked the construction of RWS. As I was looking at it, I wondered how it will look like when it's done. It must look very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the roof, you can see many couples or groups of friends relaxing on the roof. After getting tired of looking around, I took my book out to read. I was surprised with the time I sent there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting news that Yanling is over at Sentosa, I decided to meet her at Harbourfront to pass her a gift. She's going back to China... =( I went to Action City to buy a cushion that massages... I wish someone would buy it for me too... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her present in my hand, I went over to meet her in front of McDonalds. We had ice cream and chatted for quite some time there until it was time for her to knock off... =) I'm gonna miss her... Our Dectective Liu... *sobz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2451884393027619421?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2451884393027619421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2451884393027619421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2451884393027619421' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3018622550774288296</id><published>2009-06-30T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:00:40.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Rick and I planned to go St James because it's been a long time since I last went there. However, we decided it was boring to go there when there's only the two of us... So, we decided to chill @ MF.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we decided to take the cable car up. When we're at the counter, we saw Ben. We wanted to buy discounted tickets but in the end, we had comp tickets! =) When we went up to the station, we saw Margrett. She tore Rick's tickets first. When she was about to tear my ticket, I said, "If you don't tear my ticket, we can save one ticket." But in the end, I said nevermind. haa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're up there, I said I wanna go to the iconic toilet. You can't claim you've been to Jewel Box if you didn't go to the iconic toilet.. Haha... After the toilet, we talked to Grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're at the yellow box, we saw Ivan. After talking for a while, we decided to go to Moonstone. At Moonstone, we saw Kelvin Chan! When we're walking to our table, Bob greeted us! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night, we kept calling Bob to take our drinks order because he knows what we want and was able to recomend accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night. It's been a while since I last met Rick. Wonder where will we go the next time... Maybe our favourite prata?? hee... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3018622550774288296?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3018622550774288296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3018622550774288296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3018622550774288296' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2313606479155925243</id><published>2009-06-21T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:50:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My little boy got bitten by my neighbour's dog! Poor little boy... =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, he don't feel pain at all... -.- Wonder what his skin is made up of... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Happy saw his girlfriend. As usual, she keep barking at him. Happy just sat down and let her bark at him... Haha... When the owner said, "let's go!" Happy followed her!!! How can he follow the wrong person!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2313606479155925243?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2313606479155925243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2313606479155925243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2313606479155925243' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-4850969395549330411</id><published>2009-06-20T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:05:10.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my workplace, Sam broke the news to me... Abang Jo passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally shocked! The day before, I still saw him. He said bye bye to me. Few days ago I was still talking to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was standing by, Terence called me... He asked me to go back to our club house immediately. There's a surprise for me... It felt very suspicious but I still went back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to reach our club house, I saw them gathering at the drain. They were eating durian! Terence and Daryl found it on their way back from lunch. Yummy!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-4850969395549330411?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4850969395549330411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4850969395549330411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4850969395549330411' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-1913887660524541725</id><published>2009-06-10T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:01:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqvzpEPTZds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqvzpEPTZds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child abuse... Why... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I enjoy reading books on abuse, I never understand why people can have the heart to hurt them. They're so adorable and innocent. Their smiles will melt your heart and brighten your day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spur of anger can really cause so much damage to a little one. It can also cause a life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWow42TCwzg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWow42TCwzg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears came to my eyes when I watched this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Poem for Kelsey... &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://kelseyspurpose.org/poem.htm"&gt;http://kelseyspurpose.org/poem.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kelsey, I'm only two.&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too young to know right from wrong, I can barely sing a children's song.&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt me, why can't you see, I don't understand, I'm not even three.&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk: "Can't!"&lt;br /&gt;My little body's black and blue and now you have taken my family too.&lt;br /&gt;I love my daddy and he loves me, Grandma, PaPa, where can you be?&lt;br /&gt;I don't forget, I think of you and when I'm hurt, your love shines through.&lt;br /&gt;It's dark in here, I can't go on.... No! Wait! There's light, an angel's song.&lt;br /&gt;I feel God's hand lift me away, he has the perfect place to play.&lt;br /&gt;I know you hurt, I see your tears, but only God knows why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I'm okay, my body's new and I will never, ever forget you.&lt;br /&gt;My name was Kelsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Connie Mathews&lt;br /&gt;                                                Kelsey's great-aunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-1913887660524541725?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1913887660524541725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1913887660524541725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1913887660524541725' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-6664202809475869930</id><published>2009-06-01T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:12:23.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this from Angel's page... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone... Beware!! Don't give woman any crap... Haa... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-6664202809475869930?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6664202809475869930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6664202809475869930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6664202809475869930' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8140133660032679712</id><published>2009-05-31T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:01:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today at work, was my first time seeing a crowd! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to PEG for the whole day. After doing Lower Gallery for half day, I went to Upper. I have to constantly ask the kids not to stack the blocks too high!! Telling the kids off was ok... But the parents helped their kids to stack them high up too! The blocks will not tell them, "HEY! I'M FALLING DOWN!!" They will just topple down without warning... Even if they didn't spare a thought for others' safety, they should think about their safety and their children's safety. Because, when the blocks fall, I'm not the one getting hurt... They will be the ones getting bruises.. These parents don't think de.... Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I just finished another session of reminder about the blocks, I took a step back and banged into a little girl. She fell!! Immediately, I carried her up, stroked her and apologised. Her father came over, followed by her mother. When her mother asked, "发生什么事？" Her father said, "她推她..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!! I didn't push her! It was all an accident. If you don't want your child to get hurt while you're enjoying, stay close to her! Don't keep such a big distance from her. Her mother wasn't even around the area at that moment. Wonder where was she wondering around at that time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People these day really blame others without reflecting on themselves first. It's the same for those who stomp and complain about people on priority seats not giving up their seats. If you witness it, wouldn't it be better to ask the person to stand up and give the seat for the elderly or pregnant ladies instead of just taking the pictures and complaining about them? When you're sitting down, you may not give up your seats too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, the seats in the MRT have distinct signs that separate the normal seats from the priority seats. Does that means that those sitting on the priority seats are required to give up their seats and those who are sitting on the normal seats don't have to? All seats in the trains and bus are priority seats for those who needs them more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying so much about seats, I think I don't really have much to comment.. Because sometimes, I waited and hoped for people to offer their seats first. Legs were often tired after a day's work or after walking for the whole day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8140133660032679712?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8140133660032679712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8140133660032679712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8140133660032679712' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-4480259645979492417</id><published>2009-05-15T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:05:16.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just for Laughs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing from Raffles City Shopping Centre to Marina Sqaure. As usual, I'll not walk by CityLink. As I was walking, I saw this blind lady sitting on the bench. There were some teenagers standing at a corner. I found it weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked pass, she started talking. "Did you hear a baby crying?" she asked. I didn't know what she was talking about. When I looked around, I saw a pram and hear a baby crying. She said, "The baby has crying for a long time but I've not seen the parents." Question marks appeared above my head. Why does a blind lady say she have not SEEN...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I went closer to the pram and peeped in. There wasn't any baby but just a cloth. Have I been punked? Suddenly, that cloth flew up! I gave me a shock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked pass, the teenagers said they were filming 'Just for Laughs'. -.-" Luckily I was wearing a cap that covered part of my face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-4480259645979492417?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4480259645979492417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4480259645979492417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4480259645979492417' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-941243601982159337</id><published>2009-05-14T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:36:17.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at Addy's sis' house. They were summoned to the house to 'adult-sit'. That's how Addy describe his job of taking care of his sis. Together with Samuel, I learned about their job scope and withness how they 'worked' there. They were practically turned into servants. It's hillarious seeing them how they work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Addy's mum said that they can only book out during the weekends. Samuel was complaining that he had just ORD. Haven't even slept on his bed, he was called to report at his new 'camp'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went for work. Everyone was surprised to see me. There was a change in the roster and I was supposed to be off! Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I was willing to go home but they didn't want to release me. Instead, I was asked to stay back to work on my Mandarin PEG. Sian... One more try, I think I can get Vanessa to assess me. Hopefully I can make it... =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-941243601982159337?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/941243601982159337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/941243601982159337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#941243601982159337' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-1598625607218433364</id><published>2009-05-08T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:23:00.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking little kids' group. They are so fun! I was practically playing with them at the dance studio instead of bringing them on a tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had a partner for the day! Before leaving for the next exhibit, we had to gather everyone. I'll always say, "Come, hold your partners' hand and get into your lines. Those who don't have a partner can hold my hand!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when they are singing with Little George! SO CUTE!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-1598625607218433364?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1598625607218433364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1598625607218433364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1598625607218433364' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-9035273328120107938</id><published>2009-04-30T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:12:24.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... How long has it been... More than 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 weeks, lots of events happened... Birthday celebrations... Outings... But most of it will be work... As usual lah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real sense of satisfaction is really your customers' smiles. It is something that money can't buy. I had this family. After the tour, they actually shook my hand and thanked me! It was really thanking me from the bottom of their hearts! That small little action actually made me happy for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, simple things you do can make people very happy. So, instead of complaining, just do a simple deed like lending a helping hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needs more happy people than grouchy ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-9035273328120107938?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9035273328120107938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9035273328120107938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#9035273328120107938' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5629564310853231481</id><published>2009-04-13T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:47:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One morning... I was super early for work. 8am and I'm in the guides' room. When I was walking through the office, I heard someone breathing heavily and typing on the keyboard.. Trying not to let my mind wonder, I walked quickly to the room and shut the door. If I had brought my hardisk, I would have played some music... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5629564310853231481?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5629564310853231481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5629564310853231481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5629564310853231481' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2256170902961554126</id><published>2009-04-03T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:38:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was another day of guiding... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learned that I don't have to standby for the walk-in tours, I didn't know whether I should be glad or not. All I have to do is to do 2 school groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my second class was the devil. However, this time, I wasn't as fed up as yesterday. I'm getting better at this! Wahahaha... Their teacher actually apologised to me for their behaviour when I counted down at the top of my voice. My throat actually felt a little pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're at the Dance Studio, I actually sabotaged the teachers! Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides screaming at the little devils, I'm really starting to enjoy guiding... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2256170902961554126?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2256170902961554126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2256170902961554126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2256170902961554126' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2397048179073803621</id><published>2009-04-02T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:08:51.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at the MRT station, going home. When I was taking the escalator, I saw a little girl running towards the gantry area. She ran there because her father is coming out! She was gonna greet and welcome her father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.. After a day of hard work, little actions like this can really make you think that it's all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks, I was ready to start doing tours on my own. I was excited and nervous at the same time because I have to manage many things at once. I had to manage the group, time and the speaker. When doing this, I must also make sure that the message of the tour is delivered to them. I had to share as much knowledge as I could within the time limit. Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I've got 2 students group. When I was with my first group, I felt that they are like little angels. They were very cooperative but the only bad part is... They called the NS men King Kong... -.- So when they saw them, they started shouting, 'The King Kong Kor Kor are there!!!' -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second group of students were so different from the first one. They look like little angels but they are actually little devils! But when I started counting down from 10, they all gathered in front of me very quickly! The power of counting down... haa... When I brought them to watch the show about Rina, they were all very quiet! They were very shocked by the show. At least this leaves an impact in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Terence and I were talking about our groups. He and I had the same feelings. Haa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2397048179073803621?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2397048179073803621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2397048179073803621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2397048179073803621' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7002530763303593935</id><published>2009-03-17T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:13:32.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tai Tai started working today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up seriously early so I can start work on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 1hour, I was introduced to practically the whole office! I can't remember who I've met and what's their name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whole day of standing. I had to stand almost throughout the whole day, walk through the exhibition area about 5times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only today, I've realised I've forgotten what I was taught in Social Studies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've homework to do at home today... I've gotta refresh my knowledge on Singapore. I've to read through the Social Studies textbook again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7002530763303593935?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7002530763303593935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7002530763303593935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7002530763303593935' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-6969760980636832833</id><published>2009-03-13T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:39:50.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've officially tendered my resignation. I'm now serving notice for my current job - Tai Tai Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month, it was really a relaxing and boring month for me. I didn't have to think about all sorts of rubbish and anticipate someone's action all the time. I didn't have to live my life with fear and stress for this period. I was finally freed! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was also a tough month. I was really trying very hard to look for jobs. Sending resumes became a part of my everyday life. People keep questioning me if I was really looking for a job. Of coz I did! I don't wanna slack at home all day. I want a job. Job hunting doesn't provide me with any income and I hate staying at home. I got very irritated when people asked me that question. So, I'll ask them back, "what you think? If you think I'm not looking for a job and just want to slack at home, fine with me. I know I'm trying my best to get a job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday, I'll have a new job title. I'll be an Exhibition Guide! Heh heh... Wonder how will life be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! I've already had many plans for my pay... hee...&lt;br /&gt;1. HTC HD&lt;br /&gt;2. Wii Console&lt;br /&gt;3. Bag&lt;br /&gt;4. Enroll for pet grooming course&lt;br /&gt;5. New TV for my room&lt;br /&gt;6. New furniture for my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things, for a limited pay... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-6969760980636832833?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6969760980636832833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6969760980636832833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6969760980636832833' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-6331090430275494029</id><published>2009-03-10T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:06:43.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wonder... Do my words get remembered? Whatever I've said many times, I have to repeat them again. I don't wanna use any actions. I don't want things to get bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the same things I've been repeating for ages doesn't get remembered at all. It's tiring to say the same things again and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, when the words are not remembered, the situation gets weird. It feels very uneasy when things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have no choice left but to make myself sound so direct. It would sound very hurting for everyone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be a broken recorder and repeat the same things over and over again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I start using some actions...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-6331090430275494029?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6331090430275494029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6331090430275494029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6331090430275494029' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-431314625042887458</id><published>2009-02-25T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:27:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Tai Tai is craving for durians and cakes! Maybe I should go for high tea with the other Tai Tais... Haa.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was chatting on the phone and suddenly, I had a lunch date with Detective Liu! Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to 88 Restaurant because it was super near and she saw Noelle and the rest there when she went to the toilet. It was a extremely funny lunch. I introduced Detective Liu as our new member, Ling'er, to Mamasan and she started briefing her. Detective Liu really knows how to continue and entertain Mamasan's topic. Usually, I would continue for a while and end up laughing till the end. Detective Liu and Mamasan managed to discuss their career advancement VERY SERIOUSLY... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went walking around. When I was at Pet Safari, I saw Joe. As usual, I asked if there's any free gift. Haha... He said if I came last week, I would have free feeders and treats! Aiyah! Wasted!!! Should have gone there instead of Serangoon... Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-431314625042887458?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/431314625042887458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/431314625042887458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#431314625042887458' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8863066603434506827</id><published>2009-02-19T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:07:58.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometime last week, I went out with Meihua... We were chatting at BK when we realised something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Xiusi always attack us but not Jiani????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not fair! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8863066603434506827?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8863066603434506827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8863066603434506827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8863066603434506827' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5254033174076080027</id><published>2009-02-10T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:26:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back finally! I've never been away from Happy for so many days! 6 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SZF3bONR-yI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9zgN76ESRxk/s1600-h/IMG_1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SZF3bONR-yI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9zgN76ESRxk/s400/IMG_1994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301149545945758498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are always so enjoyable! It lets you relax and forget everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that night, Xiao Yu asked what am I doing. I told her that I'm enjoying my tai tai life! She said my luck maybe better after the holiday. Really hope so! Before leaving for our holiday, we had Lo Hei at her Travel Agency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily our trip was to Malaysia and not Hong Kong or Thailand. If not, I'll be super broke now. There isn't much for me to buy there except for those local food products. Because of Happy, we went to a Pet Shop at Mid Valley Mall, KL, to get some presents for him! For him, the BEST present is food.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5254033174076080027?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5254033174076080027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5254033174076080027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5254033174076080027' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SZF3bONR-yI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9zgN76ESRxk/s72-c/IMG_1994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2472948462167507694</id><published>2009-02-03T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:43:46.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've been to Sentosa. In the past, going to Sentosa was like going home. I'll be there almost every other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sentosa, I went to Tiong for lunch. After purchasing tickets for The Wedding Game at Vivo, it was Sentosa Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna take the cable car in and I was unwilling to pay for the admission. So, I went to borrow an island partner card so I can enter by the Express. Hee... Before entering the island, I went to Cold Storage for some 'Gong Ping' and chocs for my beloved Nur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was finally at Imbiah, I saw cute Vinson! I passed my 'Gong Ping' to him and we chatted. After chatting with him, I went into the retail shop. There, I met Edmund and I chatted with him. When I was going down the stairs towards the station, I saw Omar and I chatted with him. When I was at the stairs, Nur came out and we chatted for a while. When I was at Tour Desk, I saw Clinton and I chatted with him. WAH! 走到哪里,讲到哪里... Haa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was almost 5pm, Nur was a bit kan qiong. Melvina hasn't reported for work yet! Nur can't leave for the Dolphin Show with me until Mel come. In the end, Clinton chased us away to board Omar's bus. He said he'll take over until Mel comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're at Dolphin, Brian was surprised to see me. Haha... After chatting for a while, Nur and I went to snatch for a good spot to watch the show. It was Nur's first time but I've watched it many times before. AND I STILL ENJOYED IT! Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F570022822TMUTTl%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D570022822%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F570022822TMUTTl&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F570022822TMUTTl&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/570022822TMUTTl"&gt;Dolphin Show!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, it was movie time with Aida and Troy for The Wedding Game. It was really a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2472948462167507694?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2472948462167507694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2472948462167507694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2472948462167507694' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-466817474797418802</id><published>2009-01-28T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:47:47.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOOOOO YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is not only a time for reunion... It's also a time for singles like us to earn some extra income! Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Eve, I was very glad to have Happy with me. With Happy around, I have an excuse to be in my room. Happy has to stay in my room so he won't make too much noise and I stayed with him to keep him company... =P After dinner, Mich and John came into my room to play with Happy. John kept trying to make him roll. Mich was found it amusing when she found out that he could only roll in one direction... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day 1, we're kinda the last to arrive at my grandma's house. When we're there, I had to go around the whole house to wish everyone. When my auntie saw me, she asked, "You never bring Happy?" I told her that if Happy is here, everyone will become crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, we went over to my auntie's new house. On our way there, my grandma heard that Mich and Josh needed to make a trip to the Police Post to change the address on their I/C. She popped a question that made everyone laughed. "Today is CNY Day 1. Police Post won't be opened." -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3.30pm, I left for Pisan's house! After hanging around at Pisan's house, we went out for movies at The Cathay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-466817474797418802?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/466817474797418802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/466817474797418802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#466817474797418802' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8741158210003996212</id><published>2009-01-25T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:00:54.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwXsPNIDTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3XiEWooFiOc/s1600-h/Happy+in+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwXsPNIDTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3XiEWooFiOc/s400/Happy+in+Box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295133310644129074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all busy spring cleaning. If we put Happy in his cage, he'll start whining and barking. He wanna be out running around. BUT if we put him out, he'll start disturbing everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my mom was packing her stuff. Happy kept disturbing her. Irritated, my mom put him in the carton box. He stayed in there quietly for about an hour. After that, he started crying. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Happy become FAT BOY le... He's always eating non stop! Whenever we're eating, he'll suddenly be a good boy and come close to you. He'll start rolling over even though you didn't ask him to do it. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8741158210003996212?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8741158210003996212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8741158210003996212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8741158210003996212' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwXsPNIDTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3XiEWooFiOc/s72-c/Happy+in+Box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5481631266405201856</id><published>2009-01-16T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:49:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjjOaBzjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/df2rKNByyRE/s1600-h/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjjOaBzjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/df2rKNByyRE/s400/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295146349950520882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjjTdZgLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CLweiKBUMHw/s1600-h/IMG_1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjjTdZgLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CLweiKBUMHw/s400/IMG_1798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295146351306834098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippie! I'm finally freed from HELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my last day in Hell. The most ridiculous thing is.. He refused to let me delete my personal pics from my comp! Anyways, I didn't care much about those photos. They were just photos from our D&amp;D and Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I almost wanna cry out. I really felt sad leaving but everything was too much for me to handle. Everyone except someone were just so good to me. I felt bad because I didn't have a chance to say goodbye to them especially my Faber TOO members! I only managed to bid goodbye to a few of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went back to HarborFront for lunch with my lunch kaki at Sushi Tei. It was really fun having lunch with them. It was very entertaining listening to their gossips too! Hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I slacked around and shopped for Rina's Bday present. After walking the whole of Vivo, I was still unable to get something for her. So, I went over to Clarke Quay to walk around while waiting for the rest for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they've finally arrived, we went to Merchant Court for our buffet dinner. Pris and I went crazy when we started eating prawns. We ate ALOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjkcLdZdI/AAAAAAAAAho/L_d9LM15cKg/s1600-h/IMG_1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjkcLdZdI/AAAAAAAAAho/L_d9LM15cKg/s400/IMG_1807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295146370827380178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris and I spotted this.. So, we made up our own story... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjjzFGhUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pTcySQ09XHo/s1600-h/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjjzFGhUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pTcySQ09XHo/s400/IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295146359794861378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pimp was looking at his new contract that was given to him by our Mamasan. He wasn't quite satisfied with the commission part and decided to ask Mamasan for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjkHjgLXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hW6Bq1OfKJE/s1600-h/IMG_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjkHjgLXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hW6Bq1OfKJE/s400/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295146365291081074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamasan refused to give in and said, "Times are bad you know... If I give u a higher percentage of commission, I can't earn much you know..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanna settle our bill, the staff took forever to come. Gabriel, Pris and Noelle left because they don't wanna pay anymore. After a while, I left too because they were taking too long. They didn't bother to look at our direction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwm5zpnaMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/727KQbguo3I/s1600-h/IMG_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwm5zpnaMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/727KQbguo3I/s400/IMG_1814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295150036440017090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Felicia and Meifang went to look for the staff to settle the bill. When we're at the MRT station, Felicia said, "I have something to write in my Korean diary! Today I went for buffet. I got scolded by my friends when I went to foot the bill." -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F569781801iRYDAq%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D569781801%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569781801iRYDAq&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569781801iRYDAq&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569781801iRYDAq"&gt;Buffet @ Merchant Court&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5481631266405201856?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5481631266405201856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5481631266405201856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5481631266405201856' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwjjOaBzjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/df2rKNByyRE/s72-c/IMG_1799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3398482386757598725</id><published>2009-01-11T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:22:01.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwFT5-1T0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/YSwkj0LybkA/s1600-h/IMG_1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwFT5-1T0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/YSwkj0LybkA/s400/IMG_1777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295113101420875586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping at ECP!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, we're supposed to meet Rick at the MRT at 6.30pm but I wasn't able to leave the office because I've not finished my stuff... *sobz* In the end, the three of us joined the Tour Hosts for steamboat at Marina Deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night. We kept adding mushrooms into the pot. Brian was totally speechless. He kept saying, "in the future, please remind me not to have steamboat with you guys..." Haa... He hates mushroom. He said they're fungus. He was disgusted by fungus. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a filling dinner, Pris and I went back to office to finish our stuff and have a shower. We left at 11pm. By the time we reached ECP, it was very late. We had to pitch our tent in the dark. It was made more difficult when Pris and I kept laughing and not helping Rick with the tent. Haa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwFUNPF4WI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iexAjLDTTMc/s1600-h/IMG_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwFUNPF4WI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iexAjLDTTMc/s400/IMG_1779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295113106589344098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tent is done, we watched VCDs. Rick brought only Incredible Tales! I don't watch that show.. =( In the end, she and Pris watched while I played DS till I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after having our breakfast at our tent, we packed up and went for other entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go for bowling but did not. In the end, we sat there to enjoy the air con. We cycled instead. After cycling, we slacked at a cafe to enjoy the air con again. It was a VERY warm afternoon. Anywhere with air con is a good place for us... hee.. While we're slacking, Xiusi called me. I was surprised that she was at ECP too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parting with Rick and Pris, I joined Xiusi, Michael and Rene. They were roller blading. Michael taught me how to blade. Hmmm.. I wonder if his life has been shortened anot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're done with ECP, we took a bus to Clementi to meet Addy. The journey was a torture! It was a VERY LONG journey... When we're finally at Clementi, Addy had already waited for us for about 1 hour! While we're having our dinner, Michael brought up the serviettes issue. I was amazed at how long winded Michael can be. He started irritating Xiusi when they returned their blades to the bus stop and then during dinner time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F569701476Pyjylu%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D569701476%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569701476Pyjylu&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569701476Pyjylu&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569701476Pyjylu"&gt;Camping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, they went to play pool. I refused to play because I'm terrible at it. My stomach wasn't feeling well too. The pain has been torturing me since 6Jan... Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy and I left early because I was feeling terrible. When we're out of the building, I didn't feel like walking anymore. I just hate the pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3398482386757598725?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3398482386757598725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3398482386757598725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3398482386757598725' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SXwFT5-1T0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/YSwkj0LybkA/s72-c/IMG_1777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7065474460125736899</id><published>2009-01-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:17:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can’t take it anymore… I’ve reached my limits. In the afternoon, I tendered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7065474460125736899?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7065474460125736899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7065474460125736899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7065474460125736899' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8973415049101358833</id><published>2009-01-04T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:16:27.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The card has been found!!! Omar called me when I was about to take a nap. When I heard the news, I was so happy that I don’t feel tired anymore! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy… Soooo HAPPY!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8973415049101358833?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8973415049101358833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8973415049101358833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8973415049101358833' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-4883126160818249472</id><published>2009-01-03T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:29:32.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 2008 didn’t end well… My 2009 wasn’t a good start too… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of 2008, we all had to work. It was kinda a tradition. Everyone helps out on the eves of Xmas and NY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was half day for us. We’re able to leave at 1pm. As I still had some stuff to clear, I decided to finish it before heading for lunch. The rest were waiting for me. At about 1.30pm, I decided to go out for lunch and continue working after filling my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we’re having lunch halfway, my neighbour called. He needed a favour from me but his tone was like he wanted to kill me. Immediately, he pissed me off again! He wanted a notice for the stoppage. I had to call the whole world to find our graphics. When I was making the phone calls, he called to scream at me for taking so long. He even scolded me for leaving at such a weird timing for lunch! HELLO… Today’s HALF DAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got scolded by graphics for having that last min request. In the morning, I did asked him if we needed to do a revised copy of the stoppage but he said don’t need. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we shopped for a while and I went back first. When I was back in the office, I didn’t have mood to do any work at my desk. I went to the cashier room to clear some of my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in the room until I forgot about the time! Immediately, I packed up, went to change and get ready for the night. Again, there wasn’t time for dinner. Pris and I took out dinner and rushed over to HF. Over there, we stayed at the reception table. I refused to go anywhere near the counter because he keep floating around there. We took quite a few crazy photos cuz we’re bored. After all the guests have arrived, we had to keep the tables and chairs. My neighbour just asked us to do it without helping us! Pris and I were wearing skirts and dress and he just used his mouth to move the tables! Luckily, there was Ryan. We asked him to move the tables while we moved the chairs up to the station. After we’re done with the tables and chairs, he used his mouth again to move the queue poles! HELLO!!! We’re wearing skirt and dress!! If I’m wearing jeans that day, I don’t mind moving. But with my attire for that night, it was very inconvenient! My face was totally black at that time. Desmond came over to have a look at things. I think he saw my black face and didn’t dare to talk to me… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we’re doing the queue poles, guess what my neighbour is doing? He is using a pen knife to cut the posters into smaller pieces so it’s easy to throw away. Why can’t he leave that sissy job to Pris and I!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we’re done with HF, we went back to JB. In the cabin, I was screaming like a mad woman. I’ve never seen such a man before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our countdown at JB with the fireworks! It was really beautiful. The fireworks were just right in front of us! Hee… It lasted for about 5mins!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we’ve settled our duties at JB, we left for Partyworld! Participating members were Meifang, Felicia, Pris, Simon, Robert, Desmond and me! On the way there, my neighbour actually called me. I refused to pick up the phone. It was 2.30 in the morning!!! When I didn’t answer his call, he msg me to ask if I’ve done the keys for the new prices! I was angry with him for spoiling my mood. I told him, “I didn’t. I didn’t received any news or info about the new prices.” It was true! He didn’t give me anything and he wanna blame me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang until about 5.30am... then… it was home sweet home for us… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;010109, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back to work as usual... I practically ran round Imbiah just to get some small change for Nur. I was actually enjoying it... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, it was dinner time at Botak Jones @ Youth Park. After our dinner, we walked back to the MRT station. Suddenly, I realised my phone wasn't in my pocket! Quickly, I ran back to find. It wasn't there anymore. I asked around but no one knows.. I suspected it the guy sitting at our table took it because after asking him, he walked away from the table without having any food or drinks. I sat there refusing to leave. I want my phone back!! After throwing my temper for some time, I left the place unwillingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;020109, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whole day without phone for me. My new SIM card arrived at my house in the afternoon but I didn't reach home until night time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless and lost that day. Throughout the day, I had to sit at my desk if not no one could find me... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F569690315feulnK%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D569690315%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569690315feulnK&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569690315feulnK&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569690315feulnK"&gt;New Year Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-4883126160818249472?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4883126160818249472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4883126160818249472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4883126160818249472' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-6650874481856071589</id><published>2008-12-28T11:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:28:05.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life, I've received so many presents! Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas celebration started on 24th December 2008, Wednesday. It was half day for us. As usual, my neighbour spoiled my mood for this festive season. I knew I'm not able to leave at 1pm sharp and I didn't plan to do that too. I was planning to do my stuff until about 3pm, go for my late lunch, do some REALLY LAST MINUTE shopping and be back at office at 5pm for the Xmas Eve event. He keep assuming that I'm planning to leave at 1pm sharp. I was kinda pissed with him that day and didn't have the mood to stay in office. So, at 1.30pm, I packed my stuff, took some work out with me, and left for lunch. I didn't wanna work at my desk. I didn't wanna be irritated while trying to finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4pm, I went over to Tour Desk to pass them some chocolates I've bought and my Xmas exchange present for the next day. At about 4.45pm, I left for office unwillingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're all at office, we all changed to something nice. I really regretted not bring my dress. Faber TOO wore dress that night! =( Nevermind... On New Year's Eve, I'm gonna wear a dress! hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner came, I got lunch for Faber TOO members only. I didn't get for my neighbour of coz! =P We didn't have time to have our dinner in office, so, Pris and I brought our food down to HF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night at HF was boring. There wasn't any crowd. We're all bored. Due to my neighbour's kiasu-ness, we're overstaff for the night. There was no table for the reception. Guests didn't know where to register for their tickets. I didn't wanna suggest for a table because I didn't wanna talk to him. Talking to him would mean getting another scolding from him. Since we're so bored there, we took lots of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDgZ1C0sI/AAAAAAAAAfE/38KtPa_PFl0/s1600-h/IMG_1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDgZ1C0sI/AAAAAAAAAfE/38KtPa_PFl0/s400/IMG_1603.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285259492920054466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDgCj6NCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wPPdFadmbw8/s1600-h/IMG_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDgCj6NCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wPPdFadmbw8/s400/IMG_1607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285259486674170914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDfime1SI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BXvPk768jpA/s1600-h/IMG_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDfime1SI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BXvPk768jpA/s400/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285259478095025442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDe6Eys6I/AAAAAAAAAes/r048Z-MD1Lg/s1600-h/IMG_1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDe6Eys6I/AAAAAAAAAes/r048Z-MD1Lg/s400/IMG_1604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285259467216303010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for the highlight of the night, the Sleigh Ride, Pris and I went up to the station. When Pris, my neighbour and I were in the cabin, we totally ignored him. When it was midnight, Pris and I wished each other Merry Xmas but not to him! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're at JB, we went crazy totally. We're like birds finally realised from a bird cage. We went around taking pictures and wishing each other Merry Xmas. F&amp;B were the extreme ones. They put foam on their hands and shook ours. When I've cleaned my hands, another came to shake mine. -.- They even played with tabacco sauce!! Pris and I went around trying to gather Faber TOO members. We're super hyper! Hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE_pxUY2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZqhWc7DYxzw/s1600-h/IMG_1667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE_pxUY2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZqhWc7DYxzw/s400/IMG_1667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261129286968162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE-6LxyBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NyppQ9pRfhs/s1600-h/IMG_1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE-6LxyBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NyppQ9pRfhs/s400/IMG_1662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261116513044498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE9iHSjcI/AAAAAAAAAfc/LJd3C_Cu-Tk/s1600-h/IMG_1660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE9iHSjcI/AAAAAAAAAfc/LJd3C_Cu-Tk/s400/IMG_1660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261092871900610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE9BaBZdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3pN0w4nQH8A/s1600-h/IMG_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE9BaBZdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3pN0w4nQH8A/s400/IMG_1661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261084092098002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE81JmgYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qa3guM8K9so/s1600-h/IMG_1670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkE81JmgYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qa3guM8K9so/s400/IMG_1670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261080802001282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was finally over at about 2am, Papa drove us for supper. Gab, Simon, Suzhen, Felicia, Meifang and I squeezed into his car for Teochew porridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to start my beauty sleep at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th December 2008, Thursday... MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I woke up, I rushed over to Tour Desk. They were having the gift exchange at 9.30am! I was late because of some issues at HF counter. BUT... When I reached there, I was just in time to draw lots to get my present! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting and crapping, it was 11am. Time to start work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd at the counter was horrible. Jia He was late for work!! I was the only one handling the crowd. I didn't even have the chance to call him as I was cornered by the tourists with hundred and one questions. At one point of time, when someone asked me what's the difference between 4D and CB, I wanted to give them a stupid answer "One is 3D, another is 4D lor.." If I really said that, I'll be killed... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the counter war, Zhong msg me in the evening saying that he has a xmas present for me. I was surprised and confessed that I didn't get any for him. =P In the end, I rushed off to get some chocs for him and made my way to meet him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sentosa Cable Car Station, I was shocked my the queue. I was totally sian-ed by the queue. It was extremely long!! I had to squeeze with people when I'm going back!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting Zhong for my present, he offered to send me back to HarbourFront because I was complaining about the queue I saw before. Hehe... SO LUCKY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F569692285HbRjEt%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D569692285%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569692285HbRjEt&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569692285HbRjEt&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569692285HbRjEt"&gt;Xmas Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-6650874481856071589?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6650874481856071589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6650874481856071589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6650874481856071589' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SVkDgZ1C0sI/AAAAAAAAAfE/38KtPa_PFl0/s72-c/IMG_1603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2222024371411559444</id><published>2008-12-21T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:12:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;181208, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the day, I didn't have the mood to do my work... So... I offered to help Jennifer with the Xmas Hampers. Pris, Felicia and I tied the Greeting Cards to the Hampers. When we're almost done, it was lunch time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, Felicia was super pissed off by a TA. She kept telling the TA on the phone that the time limit she was given was impossible. But the TA was very persistent. The more persistent the TA is, the more Felicia didn't want to give in. The way the TA said was like she owe them a living. I've never seen our Hello Kitty so fierce and fed up before... Scary... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back from lunch, I was surprised that the cards were removed! Jen said the company was missing.. Haiz... This time, I tied the cards alone because the rest went for sales meeting. I'm so glad I'm not under sales!! Phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Simon came out and gave some instructions. Pat had to follow Hassim and I had to follow Royston. All 4 of us were to do deliveries! YEAH!! I can escape from the office!! Hee... I was nominated by Henry because he knows that I hates to see his smelly face in the office... Hahahahah...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the deliveries, my second half of the day passed very quickly! Hee.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;191208, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our company's Xmas dinner. Before lunch started, we had some warm-up exercises as usual. This time, we were split into guys and ladies. We had to dance. The winner will get to start lunch first. In the end, it was the guys who won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-348942ef35d0531d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D348942ef35d0531d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D934E15650DB35E871759DC5B08ABD3AE8B93D35.19D4813671DFEE36848FF72BFFDFE319F479EECA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D348942ef35d0531d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm47P3F_p9iPibi2qDiK5rDRAuCI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D348942ef35d0531d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D934E15650DB35E871759DC5B08ABD3AE8B93D35.19D4813671DFEE36848FF72BFFDFE319F479EECA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D348942ef35d0531d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm47P3F_p9iPibi2qDiK5rDRAuCI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a video of the guys... It's blur. I didn't bring my camera so I had to use my phone's... Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was present exchanging time, I called out Ryan's name on stage. He was surprised that I was the one who's giving him the present. I explained why I got the jersey with his favourite number on it. He said, "I thought you called me for my favourite number so you can buy TOTO!" He said that on stage and our CEO laughed out. Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who got me a present was Aida. She got me a snowman that can walk and sing, a bracelet and a pendant. I love the snowman! It can really make me smile at all times! Thanks, Aida!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our long lunch, it was crazy time. I had to rush my work. There was a price change again all of a sudden. People around kept asking me about her last day. I told them I can't do anything because she didn't tell me that she wanna stay. Although she told other people that she wanted to. Feeling irritated by my work and everyone's questions, I went up to the counter and pulled her to Coach Bay to have a last chat. She still told me that she didn't want to stay. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2222024371411559444?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=348942ef35d0531d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2222024371411559444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2222024371411559444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2222024371411559444' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5024147029087990645</id><published>2008-12-14T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:27:13.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning about 2am, I just came back from my holiday!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... It's just a one day trip to Malaysia... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started at about 1.30pm. Kalam and Nur went to my house to fetch me. When we're on TPE going to pick up Troy and Indika, I realised that I didn't bring my phone!! We U-turned back to get my phone. In the end, we only managed to pick them up at 2.20pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way there, Royston said he itchy... Wanna go with us also. So, after crossing the border, we waited for him at the petrol kiosk for him to arrive. With Troy and Indika around, there was never a moment I didn't laugh. They constantly have all sorts of stupid jokes throughout the day. When we were having our ice cream, Indika kept calling me Classic. Everyone were having almond flavour but I'm the only one having classic... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Royston finally came, we rushed off to the racing track because it was kinda late. Troy and Indika asked me to join them in Royston's car but Nur opened Kalam's car door and forced me in. She didn't wanna be alone with Kalam... -.- In the car, I felt like a light bulb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the track, Jia He called me saying that he can't work at night because he had food poisoning!!! OMG! Quickly, I called almost everyone and anyone who's working that day. I even called the part timers... But none of them can work.. =( Leaving with no choice, I called Henry.. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU2021wuZXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZYh3ZlETXcg/s1600-h/IMG_1559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU2021wuZXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZYh3ZlETXcg/s400/IMG_1559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282076792212841842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU202lK_y6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/hTZVoHg8eks/s1600-h/IMG_1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU202lK_y6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/hTZVoHg8eks/s400/IMG_1558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282076787759631266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU202eJr2gI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JbELTQ91td0/s1600-h/IMG_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU202eJr2gI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JbELTQ91td0/s400/IMG_1557.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282076785875081730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU202FmJ2dI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dCpvoL4_14k/s1600-h/IMG_1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU202FmJ2dI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dCpvoL4_14k/s400/IMG_1549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282076779283601874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU201i0mDaI/AAAAAAAAAds/FT5YfWQ8aWM/s1600-h/IMG_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU201i0mDaI/AAAAAAAAAds/FT5YfWQ8aWM/s400/IMG_1547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282076769948929442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU21qVeQMmI/AAAAAAAAAec/njjHOlivVJk/s1600-h/Tractor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU21qVeQMmI/AAAAAAAAAec/njjHOlivVJk/s400/Tractor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282077676898628194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving through a bumpy road, we've reached our destination finally! Go Karting is fun!!! I was able to drive recklessly without a license! Haa... The most shiok part was the U-turn. I was driving quite fast and my car actually skidded at that point! Felt like I was drifting!! Haha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing, I went to check my phone. We were not able to put anything on us during the ride so we threw all our valuables in the locker. I was shocked to see 4 missed calls and a few sms-es! Sian-ed, I had to return the calls and sms. The most bo liao call was Dean. She was just repeating what Henry was saying. Wasted my money on her call... Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy moment was immediately spoiled with the phone calls.. Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Go Kart, it was dinner time. We turned round and round because there was a last minute change in the dinner venue and we couldn't find the right road back. =P During dinner, I was suan-ed by Troy because I didn't eat alot of seafood. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our stomach are filled, it was bowling time! I had another name! WONDER WOMAN! Indika invented it... -.- I walked slowly to throw the ball, my ball rolled slowly and I can still spare! Hee.. Nur tried to follow me but... Her ball went into the drain almost immediately she released the ball!! Hahaha... She became the joke of the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU21qbfhulI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Xxn7f2QeDjY/s1600-h/Bowling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU21qbfhulI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Xxn7f2QeDjY/s400/Bowling.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282077678514584146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, it was time to go back home. Due to some reason, all of us went to Kalam's car and Royston left alone. We reached the custom first while Royston went to wash his car. In the end, Royston left Singapore's custom first!! Kalam kept choosing the wrong lane... He kept queuing at the lane that hardly move.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Singapore, Nur was the first to alight. She almost killed me just to say goodbye!! I was leaning against the door and she suddenly opened the door! I almost dropped out of the car!!! Haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so stressed up and tied down to work in Singapore, the Go Kart outing was really great! Next Go Kart is next month after the Winter Season! Weeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F569689102zuWZPX%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D569689102%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569689102zuWZPX&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569689102zuWZPX&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569689102zuWZPX"&gt;Go Kart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5024147029087990645?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5024147029087990645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5024147029087990645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5024147029087990645' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SU2021wuZXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZYh3ZlETXcg/s72-c/IMG_1559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-1979246448291880287</id><published>2008-12-14T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:38:30.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past weeks was a torture for me. I guess I'm either unlucky or just careless... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I've lost a card which value was $500. A lot of trouble had resulted because of it. I was so guilty. Now, I know that departments can twist their words just to save their own ass.. Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second incident was Rick' resignation... Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must she leave... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-1979246448291880287?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1979246448291880287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1979246448291880287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1979246448291880287' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-9116348354713335762</id><published>2008-12-04T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:37:23.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt like crying a few times but tears refused to appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I really felt like giving up. The rest kept encouraging me. Without them, I dunno what will become of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I may be going crazy. Smiling and laughing at one time... But sad and frustrated inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so unlucky in my life. Maybe the fengshui here is against me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not told Addy about what happened since Tuesday. I guess I'll be as agitated as yesterday when I told Rick. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-9116348354713335762?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9116348354713335762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9116348354713335762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#9116348354713335762' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7245750237652788691</id><published>2008-11-30T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:19:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At times, he really makes me mad. So mad that I wanna throw him out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a white angel but inside, he's like a devil! He's always eating, biting or barking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoiled my heels... The NEW heels that I've worn for less than 10times. &lt;br /&gt;He spoiled my ear piece... Now I had to get replacements for it.. &lt;br /&gt;He ate up my brother's dinner...&lt;br /&gt;He scratched my sofa...&lt;br /&gt;He pee-ed on my carpet...&lt;br /&gt;He always barks when my relatives come during the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;He always barks when he see the rubbish truck or bicycles...&lt;br /&gt;He's very rough when he plays... He bit and scratched me a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this, he always managed to make me smile. Whenever he makes me angry, he always managed to make me forgive him with his innocent smile. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/STKRkdYlyfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yKAVQ7W5J4k/s1600-h/IMG_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/STKRkdYlyfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yKAVQ7W5J4k/s400/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274438169153358322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7245750237652788691?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7245750237652788691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7245750237652788691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7245750237652788691' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/STKRkdYlyfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yKAVQ7W5J4k/s72-c/IMG_1502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3416196521561997353</id><published>2008-11-30T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:12:49.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's December at last. The year is ending soon... Real soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working for some time, I still don't think I'm a good OE. When I remember this, I'll make mistakes for that. My best friends are my notebook and my hp! They really saved my butt a few times. Without them, I'll feel so lost and forgetful! I guess I'm really dependent on them already.. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/STKPbg20rJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2a9cmUP7Egk/s1600-h/IMG_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/STKPbg20rJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2a9cmUP7Egk/s400/IMG_1514.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274435816443391122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Lily and I at the counter!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best companions are my colleagues. They really shared alot with me. They taught me how to handle my neighbour and what to anticipate so as to save myself from trouble. I'm really grateful and lucky to have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they mean so much to me, sometimes I get too involved. Whenever they have problems, I tried my best to help them. Sometimes I helped to much. Sometimes I did something I'm not supposed to do. Sometimes I even teach them some loopholes so as to bypass some stuff. I don't discipline them much because they are all matured adults. I usually get them to think for themselves and understand. My method had proven me wrong sometimes. Certain times, I had to treat them as children. Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain would be a perfect place to work if the management is better... If my neighbour and Roar has a better temper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there are all so friendly. The environment (except office) is so relaxing... So enjoyable... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time for me to leave, will I find another better place? Hopefully, I'll be able to find another greener patch of grass... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3416196521561997353?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3416196521561997353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3416196521561997353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3416196521561997353' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/STKPbg20rJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2a9cmUP7Egk/s72-c/IMG_1514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7827910828689653466</id><published>2008-11-19T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:26:17.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooh... It's been a long time since the last update... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the start of the Winter, I celebrated Halloween. It was my first time celebrating it! So fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris, Meifang, Felicia, Gab and I went to Clark Quay. We wanted to go for a Masquerade Party. When we're outside the club, we decided not to go in. The ambience doesn't seem right. =P In the end, we went to a pub for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOOHaGnwRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ne_Lwqm0mCE/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOOHaGnwRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ne_Lwqm0mCE/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270212246870933778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOOGxPDDKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IJFt-pFzp-A/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOOGxPDDKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IJFt-pFzp-A/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270212235900423330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOOGdDGL0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/UYabSghgRgI/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOOGdDGL0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/UYabSghgRgI/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270212230481588034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Pris and I went to Night Safari! Our main aim was to take the Halloween Tram. When we're queuing for the tram, I met Xiao Hui, Melissa and Alan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tram ride, I was screaming like hell! At one point, one of them jumped up to my tram and grabbed me!! I screamed until my throat hurt. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOVhkSxo4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ub4Jl30KrP0/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOVhkSxo4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ub4Jl30KrP0/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270220392864260994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our Eyeball Drink!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOViNM3BeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/n6SBJk9ea6Q/s1600-h/IMGP0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOViNM3BeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/n6SBJk9ea6Q/s400/IMGP0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270220403845301730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOVh93-zRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AgxbT8DpFRk/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOVh93-zRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AgxbT8DpFRk/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270220399731199250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOViv9xH7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/f8Ujc0bwJOU/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOViv9xH7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/f8Ujc0bwJOU/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270220413177241522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOVia5Ja8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ODlQ4he30kg/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOVia5Ja8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ODlQ4he30kg/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270220407520717762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZiRZjklI/AAAAAAAAAYE/M0309Irz6J8/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZiRZjklI/AAAAAAAAAYE/M0309Irz6J8/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224803018805842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZiN1GwUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/03AMSdtAMNc/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZiN1GwUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/03AMSdtAMNc/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224802060616002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZh_5n-XI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oz0YULSTyOE/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZh_5n-XI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oz0YULSTyOE/s400/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224798321473906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZhmeaSCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/sQAFUL0VyT4/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZhmeaSCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/sQAFUL0VyT4/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224791496443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZhOJbjkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bdHPgRH9rLw/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOZhOJbjkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bdHPgRH9rLw/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224784965996098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Halloween, it was the start of Winter Season. Everything was so confusing! There's changes almost every other day. Why can't they decide and stick to it? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the pressure, I almost wanted to quit. But after giving some thought, if I can't endure this, how am I gonna survive when I find a new job? So, I decided to stay on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F569688303zuYcmd%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D569688303%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569688303zuYcmd&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F569688303zuYcmd&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569688303zuYcmd"&gt;HELLoween&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the Winter Season was a torture! I kept making mistakes that I can't even forgive myself! Once Winter has started, I had to work till late... It was like madness! Working till midnight and starting work at 9am the next day. Although I like this kinda irregular hours, I decided not to torture myself. It's still a long way to go for the Winter... So... After making sure that the Part Timers are here, I hang around for a while, and left at about 8plus! Hee... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are getting better... I hope it continues like this... ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7827910828689653466?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7827910828689653466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7827910828689653466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7827910828689653466' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SSOOHaGnwRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ne_Lwqm0mCE/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3267847411918834672</id><published>2008-10-25T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:59:45.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How? What to do? I'm at the verge of giving up. Do I have the energy to stay till Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay on just for the experience? Or should I just go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was so stressed up until I cried out like there's no tomorrow that day. Suddenly, I didn't know who to look for... I didn't know who to talk to... I didn't know what to do... Everything was just bottled up inside waiting to be exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose. I don't wanna lose to him! I don't wanna lose to myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself.. Endure for a period and I can get results. After that, I can run off somewhere bigger.. Somewhere greener.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being impatient? Cuz I don't think I'm seeing any results for this past 7mths of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking too much? Do I have what it takes to make them understand what I'm doing? Am I able to prove myself after what have happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry out in front of others again. I don't wanna show them that I'm weak.. I have to be strong in front of them so that they will support me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Do I have the energy for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3267847411918834672?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3267847411918834672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3267847411918834672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3267847411918834672' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5376944899936136496</id><published>2008-10-21T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:28:15.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SQHpepqla2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tCdgaeZz-Io/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SQHpepqla2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tCdgaeZz-Io/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260742552535264098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy lao sai since Saturday... =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the vet today and had to have an injection. The vet said it will be very painful and asked us to hold him tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She poked the needle in and out. Happy didn't have any reaction at all! He didn't feel pain! The vet was very surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bill amounted to $95! Dogs see doctor really expensive... Wonder if Addy wanna sub abit... So, Addy, what's your answer? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5376944899936136496?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5376944899936136496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5376944899936136496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5376944899936136496' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SQHpepqla2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tCdgaeZz-Io/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7830495077986344897</id><published>2008-10-19T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:51:15.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a birthday celebration @ PH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5pm, I had to go back to get my tickets endorsed because I'm on leave on Monday and I forgot to get it done on Friday. We took a cab to MF because I was running late. From MF, we got onto my usual cable car ride to Sentosa. We're lucky because all the good guys were working. I managed to sneak Addy up. But at Sentosa, I saw one bad guy working. No cable car ride back le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After endorsing, we walked to Beach Station to get a bus back to Harbourfront. Come to think of it... It's like the second time we went to Sentosa together! =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to go to Pasir Ris for BBQ. At Pasir Ris, my bro asked me to wait for him at the Town Park. I walked in circles but couldn't find it. In the car, he pointed to me where the park was. It was just beside White Sands! I was walking the opposite direction! To cover up my mistake, I said it doesn't look like a park! Haha.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the chalet, I was using my lappy after dinner. Whoever walked pass me asked whether I wanna use the room but I rejected. It's so lonely in there. When my bro was leaving, I got a lift from him to Seng Kang. He wanted to send me to St James but Meihua wasn't ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait at Seng Kang, it was party time! We didn't wanna spend on drinks. We stole our mixers from Michael. =P It was fun. Almost everyone were crazy. I kept taking pictures with Toot Toot Specs. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7830495077986344897?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7830495077986344897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7830495077986344897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7830495077986344897' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5459336318936928458</id><published>2008-10-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:02:24.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really fed up. Irritated... Pissed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I kill his fish?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask this question whenever I have this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, his stupid actions make me explode, I'll type my resignation letter and hand it to him on the spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can leave anytime but he can't hire anyone anytime. He can't get that person to learn all the stuff I'm doing at once. He will be the one at loss. He should get the idea that I'm in control of him. He depends on me and I'm managing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving him any face anymore! Whatever he say, I'm gonna fight back. I don't care how much time I'm gonna waste arguing with him but I'm not gonna give in anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make him feel guilty for his own stupid mistakes and not push them to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's PAYBACK TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5459336318936928458?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5459336318936928458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5459336318936928458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5459336318936928458' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-900539297945371463</id><published>2008-10-14T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:23:51.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_auKirbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1VB21O6znP4/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_auKirbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1VB21O6znP4/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259640774372535730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long planning, some briefings and a few rehearsals, the day has come at last! It was the Grand Opening of Sapphire &amp; Empress Jade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a rehearsal. I rushed back at 11am and stayed till about 1045pm. In between, I went home for a while because the rehearsal was postponed to 7pm. At night, after another round of rehearsal, there was some touching up to do. Since Ryan and I weren't involved, we had 30minutes to kill. I suggested we take the cable car. In the cable car, we gossip about HT. Even GR Dept knows about HT and his staff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the actual event! I practically wasn't in the mood to work. Before a last rehearsal, Desmond had a briefing with Faber TOOL. He said, "Felicia, you don't have to stay till so late like the others but I really hope the whole FT can stay back as a team to help." By saying this, Felicia said she's too paiseh to leave early. Haha... What a tactic! Maybe I can use this on some people.. My first targets will be my frontline! Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After briefing and rehearsal, it was time for our early lunch. After lunch, I tried to sit down to get some things done. After a while, it was 3pm! Time to go to Harbourfront! Together with Ryan, we went to HF Counter. When we're there, HT wasn't there yet. So, we went to get ice cream first. Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for a long time at Harbourfront, it was 6pm at last! Time to start working! HT wanted Cheryl and me to open the car doors for the VIPs. Luckily Simon saved me. He said it doesn't look nice having girls opening doors. So, he and Ryan did it. Azman came down later to help out too. When the first few guests came, we were looking for HT. But he was nowhere in sight. He's supposed to be in the area because he's the IC for Harbourfront leh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most of the guests have arrived, we went back to MF to have our dinner. During dinner, we gossip about what happened at the area we're in charged of. Since we're from different areas, we had lots of story to share. Haa... It was really fun because we don't really talk much to other dept except work related. Because of this event, we're closer to each other in one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_Yk0ysWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oeRgKLw1oXw/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_Yk0ysWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oeRgKLw1oXw/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259640737505653090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_ZNUcVfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zTH_m0ZqEzI/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_ZNUcVfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zTH_m0ZqEzI/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259640748375823858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the event was about to end, we rushed back to Harbourfront to send the guests off. After that, we had to get back to MF for a celebration! It was free-flow of drinks for the night. F&amp;B were opening champagne like they were opening bottles of soft drinks. Barrels of beers were being changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_ZlM9dnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-fZvZx0Bds0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_ZlM9dnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-fZvZx0Bds0/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259640754786891378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_aKRt1xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/r4wIl-QpzFA/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_aKRt1xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/r4wIl-QpzFA/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259640764738950930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BQhHFMDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/t_lo6rdRHFY/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BQhHFMDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/t_lo6rdRHFY/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642798092922930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BQ2KS3JI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kgKZ3XxrX34/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BQ2KS3JI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kgKZ3XxrX34/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642803743546514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our celebration, it was time for the turnover for Saphire. We went back to office to change into some comfy clothes. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BRCfPnrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3rVvwoWKLVM/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BRCfPnrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3rVvwoWKLVM/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642807052639922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BR89FyRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Qq2nIAaYcJ4/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BR89FyRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Qq2nIAaYcJ4/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642822747080978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BSR8qg7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/a1WCNBxUjFY/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP4BSR8qg7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/a1WCNBxUjFY/s400/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642828382438322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that HT was all ready to leave! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun moving and arranging the furniture. We worked till about 1.30am. Noelle asked me to sms HT to come on time for work since he was the first to leave and we're all coming in only at 12. Haha.. So evil but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I sms-ed the counter staff that I'll be coming in late. In case they needa look for me... Then Royston sms-ed me saying that there's something wrong with the video wall. I tried to give him instructions over the phone but he didn't seem to understand. I gave up and asked him to call Pris. =P During lunch, Pris complained that she almost vomited blood when she tried to explain to him. She asked, "next time can ask someone who's not a computer idiot to call me?" Haha... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-900539297945371463?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/900539297945371463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/900539297945371463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#900539297945371463' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SP3_auKirbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1VB21O6znP4/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-176654515038226028</id><published>2008-10-04T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:30:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days, the whole of Faber TOOL was activated for the delivery of the Invitation Cards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deliveries started on Monday. I was having my half day leave. At about 12pm, I was chased out of office by DS. My destination was Harbourfront area. =D After completing my delivery, I had to go to the island to wait for Dickson to get my tickets endorsed. After endorsing, I went to One Degree with Omar. I really love talking to Sentosa Bus Drivers! Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was done, it was 5pm! Addy waited for me at Tiong for almost one and a half hour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to try our luck for the DHL Balloon. Before going down, I called them to ask if they are operating. They said they are NO LONGER FLYING!! What the...!! They said their last flight was supposed to be 30th September! What's the point of having the balloon there to deceive people? So diasppointed... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a crazy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I was like a mad woman! I had to finish my roster because the whole world is haunting me! Henry kept doing countdown for me because I had to leave for the deliveries by 10am! After completing the roster, I had to laminate the sales kits! RK kept asking me if I'm ready or not. "If you help me, I can get these things done faster and we can leave.." I told him. Henry came to me and said he'll help me complete it. So, I packed my stuff quickly and we left in a hurry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we rejected the ones at Jurong. If not, we had to run around Singapore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why... When I'm in the office, my phone doesn't ring that often. When I'm out that day, my phone kept ringing!! It was more irritating when you can't give them the answer right away because you don't have the necessary information on your hand! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're at Ubi, heading down to Changi, I asked if I could go home for a while because Happy wasn't feeling well. He was ok with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back home, he wanted to use the toilet but I kept trying to throw Happy to him. He kept a distance from Happy and dared not step in. Haha.. In the end, he didn't manage to use the toilet.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After delivering the last letter, we're still early. So, I suggested we watch a movie at Tampines! It's been a long time since I've went to Tampines! Since... ... I shall not say when... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the show with the earliest time slot - Eagle Eyes. Throughout the show, I had to leave my seat about 5 times to answer my phone! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have to endorse SOS tickets, I didn't have to go back to office! And I can get a lift back home since Tampines is still considered quite near to my house... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was War! I went back to office to complete some stuff. Because of the deliveries the day before, I had lots of things to do. Early in the morning, I had to give morning call. It's to wake 2 of the staff up to ask them to start work earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to leave for the counter by 10am. But at 1030, I'm still unable to leave! =( When I was ready to leave, I saw a queue at MF. I had to call Mich to look for her. I stayed behind to help Dean a little. When Mich came finally, I rushed off to HF. In the Cable Car, I tried to finish my breakfast as fast as I could but failed. I was only half way through when I'm at HF. I didn't have time to finish it... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at HF Battlefield, I spoke until I noticed a change in my voice! I realised that I don't sound like myself! When the crowd cleared finally, I went to rest my voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, there was a huge crowd at HF! Again, I had to leave my work aside and rush down to the counter! =( I wonder where all these people come from... In the end, we ordered McDonald's Delivery when McDonald's is just in the next building... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, it was almost lunch time. Noelle called and told me that there's a crowd at HF! Quickly, I packed my stuff, called Pris and Gab and rushed off to HF. On the way there, I was hoping that there wasn't any crowd. When we're at the counter, I said 'bye bye' to the both of them. There goes my lunch time again... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 230, the crowd was manageable so I went back to office. If I don't do that, I can't go home because of the stuff piled up over the days.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad feeling for today.. Hopefully everything's fine at the counters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another war for us on Monday.. We should enjoy ourselves while we still can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-176654515038226028?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/176654515038226028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/176654515038226028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#176654515038226028' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7373071324271897479</id><published>2008-09-25T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:08:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Throughout the day, I can't breathe normally... In the morning, I was like constantly gasping for air. If I could grab the air and stuff it into my mouth, I would do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is just so irritating! How I wish I can survive without breathing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's only possible in my dreams... Zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7373071324271897479?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7373071324271897479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7373071324271897479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7373071324271897479' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8856563992871460828</id><published>2008-09-25T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:18:24.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This person needs a break... What should she do? Put up a strong front? Or run away? The word 'disappear' keep showing up in front of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does 'death' mean anyway? It doesn't seem to have any difference from the other words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if she couldn't wake up from her sleep? What if a bus just didn't notice her? What if the next second, she's just gone from us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of others, she was her usual self.. Always with a smile on her face. However when she's alone, I saw a different her. Her eyes went watery and tears rolled down her cheeks mysteriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" I asked her once. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, shaked her head and smiled at me. "Nothing... Nothing's wrong.. Why?" I wanted to ask why was she crying.. But I knew she wouldn't tell me.. even if I forced her to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to wait... Wait till she's ready to share... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we watched a movie together. It was a comedy but she was wiping her tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... What wrong with her? What happened to her? I'm still wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8856563992871460828?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8856563992871460828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8856563992871460828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8856563992871460828' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8657211711358982588</id><published>2008-09-16T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:04:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, we had a bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bet on 'yes' and of coz, mine's 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... One year later, we shall see who's the winner!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8657211711358982588?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8657211711358982588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8657211711358982588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8657211711358982588' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8313124008439632887</id><published>2008-09-09T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:10:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on MC TODAY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a headache since yesterday. During work, I can't concentrate. I kept staring into space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a good feeling about tomorrow. Let's hope it doesn't turn out like what I imagine it to be... Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8313124008439632887?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8313124008439632887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8313124008439632887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8313124008439632887' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-9188383533014846736</id><published>2008-09-09T20:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:32:44.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060908, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a day at Sentosa. We're planning to enter Sentosa by the Express but there's something wrong with Meihua's staff pass. The both of us were unwilling to pay to enter Sentosa. So, I suggested we try our luck for the Cable Car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're there, the staff was a part timer!! We're able to get in FOC! To get to the beach, I suggested we luge down. When I asked Xiusi if she luge before, she told me yes. But when I asked again, she say she didn't. -.- So, she had to go through a short lesson before the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey down was extremely funny! Xiusi was squeezing Meihua to the curb at one of the turning! I decided to stay behind the both of them because the 'view' was better. I can get to see their animated moments! Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Palawan Beach, we found a spot near a tree. After laying out our food, I started screaming, "AHHHH!!!! GOT BIG ANT!!!" Meihua started screaming too! Because it was on her shirt! Quickly, we moved to another spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2j4OY_tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ShRp46OZdDc/s1600-h/IMG_0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2j4OY_tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ShRp46OZdDc/s400/IMG_0974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135074786606802" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played frisbee. After playing for some time, we wanted to play ball. So, Meihua and I went to buy volleyball. I dunno why... Everytime the ball will fly to a group of boys playing cards... A bit paiseh leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiani came to join us after her class. With her tibits, we had a comercial shoot! Each of us had to represent a product! Haha.. We had lots of time to kill before dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kDHhUuI/AAAAAAAAATE/XegjSM_PkRs/s1600-h/IMG_0986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kDHhUuI/AAAAAAAAATE/XegjSM_PkRs/s400/IMG_0986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135077710582498" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kdf_5eI/AAAAAAAAATM/4DxkefO-Fy0/s1600-h/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kdf_5eI/AAAAAAAAATM/4DxkefO-Fy0/s400/IMG_0996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135084792571362" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kf3qVlI/AAAAAAAAATU/4hNqbgj-Ss8/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kf3qVlI/AAAAAAAAATU/4hNqbgj-Ss8/s400/IMG_1004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135085428692562" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kq4c2uI/AAAAAAAAATc/KfbSd1RJdfE/s1600-h/IMG_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2kq4c2uI/AAAAAAAAATc/KfbSd1RJdfE/s400/IMG_1014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135088384793314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiani said don't take picture of her legs... So I took them... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6aAD9z8I/AAAAAAAAATk/P2475ptd9Dc/s1600-h/IMG_1097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6aAD9z8I/AAAAAAAAATk/P2475ptd9Dc/s400/IMG_1097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139303138185154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6aZXkE4I/AAAAAAAAATs/DZEEZEtjmMU/s1600-h/IMG_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6aZXkE4I/AAAAAAAAATs/DZEEZEtjmMU/s400/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139309931271042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the SkyRide down to the beach.. Look at Nini's expression!! She's scared of the ride! Haha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6bAEnCYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/43ioQXuQbyU/s1600-h/IMG_1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6bAEnCYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/43ioQXuQbyU/s400/IMG_1105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139320320756098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6bUDw1iI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8qkg7PEMsT4/s1600-h/IMG_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6bUDw1iI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8qkg7PEMsT4/s400/IMG_1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139325685913122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner at Modesto with Uncle. One of the dish we ordered was the half moon pizza. When it came, it looked like a giant curry puff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6a4FrfKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ecywlThd0Hg/s1600-h/IMG_1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp6a4FrfKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ecywlThd0Hg/s400/IMG_1103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139318177758370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Though it looked weird for a pizza, it was delicious! Hee.. I was surprised that we had a cake! Then, I was MORE SURPRISED when there's a tiramisu served! The waitress said it was compliments from the restaurant. None of us knew that there's a complimentary cake served except our dear Xiusi. She said she was told that it was a small piece of cake. The size she imagined was a mini size! -.- We all had a hard time finishing our food... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini left after dinner. The rest of us went to Bugis Top One for KTV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp8uxsUUhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/C-K6L3CTxak/s1600-h/IMG_1122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp8uxsUUhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/C-K6L3CTxak/s400/IMG_1122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245141859081409042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp8vMbKK-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/AfA0GwQ_D9U/s1600-h/IMG_1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp8vMbKK-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/AfA0GwQ_D9U/s400/IMG_1125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245141866257198050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo cold that I wraped myself up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F566576594VdmWpf%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D566576594%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566576594VdmWpf&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566576594VdmWpf&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/566576594VdmWpf"&gt;Sentosa + Modesto + Top One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-9188383533014846736?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9188383533014846736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9188383533014846736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#9188383533014846736' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMp2j4OY_tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ShRp46OZdDc/s72-c/IMG_0974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-6799321452658230472</id><published>2008-09-09T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:38:09.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>040908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry talked to me... He made me very angry. So, whatever he said, I argued with him. I wasn't in the wrong. I won't admit I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond talked to me... I told him what I was not happy with. What he said almost made me cry. He didn't make me angry but for some reason, I felt like crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-6799321452658230472?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6799321452658230472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6799321452658230472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6799321452658230472' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-4267496143901171848</id><published>2008-09-09T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:24:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;030908, Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I realised my hp is spoiled!! What a start! I had to use my mom's phone which is the previous phone I was using. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at Harbourfront MRT, Dean called to inform me that there was a problem with the manpower. I couldn't give her an answer on the spot because my roster was in my phone! =( Quickly, I ran to the counter to check the roster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the roster, I told her that it should be this way. Since nobody likes to work at MF, I put everyone at HF. Of course I didn't tell her that.. I told her that since HF has enough counters, I put everyone there. No point putting so many people at MF because it don't look nice with so many people at the counter but so little customers. After explaining, I realised that I was late! I had to rush to office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I was at my seat, Henry said we had to check the counters. After switching on my PC and my visit to the cashier, we went off to check on all counters. At Sentosa, we went to Cineblast to have our refunded tickets changed. When we're there, Noelle called me saying that there's a problem with Sky Dining! YL accepted Sky Dining for that day! I was like... What the hell!! How to have Sky Dining when there's a Cable Car Early Closure!! Quickly, I had to call YL to confirm if she really sold it. After that, I had to call the customer. That customer was trying to be difficult at some times. I offered a refund but she rejected. Instead, she asked for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, I told Henry about the Sky Dining. I didn't want to let the news out to everyone at the counter. However, the moment Henry stepped into HF counter, he said, "YL is in trouble... Sky Dining got problem..." I don't understand why must he do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our counter checks, we went back to office. The moment I was back to my seat, Noelle said we're leaving for lunch in 5mins time. After gathering my stuff, we went off for lunch. Simon drove a 14-seater. In the bus, Henry asked me to call the customer again. At that moment, I realised that my phone was about to flat. He offered his phone for me to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch and back in the office, I had to rush to settle the Sky Dining problem. After that, there's a lot of things piled on my table.. Mich brought down a bag with a card which said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY". I was surprised! But I didn't have time to have a look at it. I just left in under my table. When I was in the middle of checking the refunds, Mich came down again. She brought a bouquet of flowers down! I was puzzled because I didn't know who was it from. She asked if I'm free to go down to B2 for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious. Why is she asking me to go down? Is there something wrong with the locker or what? When I was in B2, I smelled something burning.. I walked further in and saw Royston walking out. On the table was a cake! I was really surprised by their actions! I LOVE SwissBake's cake!!! We had a mini celebration and chatted for quite some time. Before that, I was feeling really tense in B1. But thanks to them, I felt a little relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my celebration, it was back to work. I had to stay in the office to wait for the Sky Dining customer. At 7pm, Henry came out from his meeting and took over for me. Thanks to him, I was able to make it for dinner with Meihua, Xiusi and Uncle. But I missed the 7pm shutter bus and had to wait for the 7.30pm bus. Everyone was laughing at me saying that Cable Car closed early to celebrate my birthday... -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus finally came, I ran to Vivo to meet them. They were having dinner at Serenity. The moment I stepped in, I was surprised because the singer said my name and wished me happy birthday!! I was a bit paiseh leh... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the tension at work, I didn't have much appetite for dinner. So, I just had the salad Meihua recommended. It wasn't a bad recommendation after all. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHtPv3sBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-Jy3OKlvjF0/s1600-h/n617032793_933836_4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHtPv3sBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-Jy3OKlvjF0/s400/n617032793_933836_4006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245153927417540626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royston joined us after dinner. Before heading down to St James, we went to Esprit to get my present. In the end, I didn't get it because it doesn't suit me leh.. *sad* We went to get Uncle's present after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At St James, I realised I didn't bring my membership card!!! Cannot claim my champagne liao. =( In the end, we had our usual Hennessy. Anyways, we had something different. Uncle took out his Cordon Bleu. Since there was only a little left, each of us only had a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHtel5QZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8Hz4w7kKjEc/s1600-h/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHtel5QZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8Hz4w7kKjEc/s400/IMG_0910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245153931402232210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHuG-CPYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Sgcsadp42iQ/s1600-h/IMG_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHuG-CPYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Sgcsadp42iQ/s400/IMG_0923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245153942240902530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seat we had was SUPER EXTREMELY COLD!!! Even with my jacket, I was still shivering! I don't know why Royston agreed to open a bottle but since we had a bottle, we requested for a sofa seat. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHuIqXk2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/jdd6_dwzISk/s1600-h/n617032793_933845_7421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHuIqXk2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/jdd6_dwzISk/s400/n617032793_933845_7421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245153942695285602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHuV3cz6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/dqfmfZgaXos/s1600-h/IMG_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHuV3cz6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/dqfmfZgaXos/s400/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245153946239815586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Xiusi left, I started throwing tibits at Royston. In the end, we dirtied the place.. =P At about 1am, we left. We couldn't stay any longer because all of us, EXCEPT MEIHUA, had to work the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqIpcojgKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nTniXCJF8zE/s1600-h/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqIpcojgKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nTniXCJF8zE/s400/IMG_0946.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245154961668669602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F566798387YmHQzw%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D566798387%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566798387YmHQzw&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566798387YmHQzw&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/566798387YmHQzw"&gt;Happy Bday @ Mono&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-4267496143901171848?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4267496143901171848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4267496143901171848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4267496143901171848' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SMqHtPv3sBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-Jy3OKlvjF0/s72-c/n617032793_933836_4006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-571888087940834642</id><published>2008-09-09T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:44:12.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;020908, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Happy to the vet. When we're there, we realised that he has a microchip all this while! Why didn't his previous owner knows? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I planned to go to Far East to do my hair while Addy bring Happy home. BUT!!! Happy pee in my shirt! In the end, I had to go home together with them to change my shirt... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Happy at home, we went to Far East. Addy waited for me while I get my hair and nails done. I was surprised that it took 2 hours! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I spent such a long time there, I was unable to send my wallet for repair.. =( We had to rush to Cityhall. After our quick dinner @ Sakae, we went for the 'surprise' that Addy wanted to give me - a trip to Flyers! There's a story behind this surprise. I shall not say it out because I'll be dead. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know how to get to Flyers, so, we took a cab there. The journey was short but the fare was $10+! I realised that it was very close to Marina Square. When we're there, I started complaining that we should have dinner there instead. =P Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering the capsule, we had our picture taken. I was fascinated by the technology they used. There was no photographer. We're given a card to get our photo after our ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... It's Flyers Time!! We're the only 2 people in the capsule! =D It's like booking one capsule just for ourselves. Hee... If we had a cake, it would be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our ride, we decided to buy our picture. I was surprised that the price of the souvenirs was actually quite reasonable... unlike the prices at my work place... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're ready to go, I insisted on walking back instead of taking a cab. =P No point taking a cab mah... It's just such a short distance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have not gotten my birthday gift which is a hard disk, he got me a tatty! =D&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-571888087940834642?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/571888087940834642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/571888087940834642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#571888087940834642' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8547963511722195651</id><published>2008-08-30T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:46:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's another day to the zoo! This time, it's a combo! Zoo + Night Safari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited when I was able to book the ASA card. So, I decided to ask Meiyin and the rest out for a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not lucky. Due to the bad weather, we're not able to see many animals. When we bought poncho, the rain stopped... -.- At about 5plus, we left the Zoo to have something to eat at KFC before going into Night Safari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Meiyin joined us for Night Safari but Rena left after the Zoo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're at the Night Safari, it wasn't raining!! Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F566571207bziHDa%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D566571207%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566571207bziHDa&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566571207bziHDa&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/566571207bziHDa"&gt;Animal Zoo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8547963511722195651?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8547963511722195651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8547963511722195651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8547963511722195651' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8329561611164194347</id><published>2008-08-28T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:41:14.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! It's my first time to Dempsey Hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Meifang, Noelle and I went to Wisma to meet up with Felicia before taking a cab there together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're there, we realised that the restaurant we wanted to dine in wasn't open! So, we went to CA California instead. The pasta I had was superb! DELICIOUS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the atmosphere there.. Can I go again? Hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8329561611164194347?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8329561611164194347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8329561611164194347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8329561611164194347' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2601810720799993495</id><published>2008-08-23T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:48:04.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weee... At last, I'm able to see Xiao Wen, Wailing and HUIYI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, it was Kbox time with Pisan and Xiao Wen. Pisan and I used our expired student pass to get the discounted price. Hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only remember singing all the way. It was like I was having a concert and my guest stars are Xiao Wen and Pisan! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing, we went off to AMK Hub to meet the rest. When we're in the bus, Huiyi boarded! Such a coincidence! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting with Wailing, we went for games cum dinner! We played Monopoly, the SpongeBob version. At 9pm, it was Wailing's curfew. So, she left. We packed up and went to the arcade. We played the shooting machine. I threw the basketballs till my hands turn sour.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice long chat with Huiyi! It really feels better when I got it off. I was really going mad because of all the rubbish in my head... Thanks, 阿老！ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F566574384ISfIdI%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D566574384%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566574384ISfIdI&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F566574384ISfIdI&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/566574384ISfIdI"&gt;Kbox + AMK Monopoly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2601810720799993495?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2601810720799993495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2601810720799993495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2601810720799993495' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2682512878447401760</id><published>2008-08-19T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:56:07.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Ivan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when he arranged an outing cuz like he never arrange before leh... =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Sharmaine called me, "Did you buy anything for Ivan?" I was totally blur... Why muz buy something for an outing? It was his birthday! I didn't know! That stupid Weiping didn't wanna help us buy his present since he was so free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I quickly went to buy a bday card. With so little time to spare, I really didn't know what to buy. =P After getting the card, I rushed down to meet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at Chinatown, I was expecting to be the last to reach. Instead, I didn't see anyone! After waiting for some time, Ivan appeared. Together with his friends, we made our way to the Ten Dollar KTV. Even though he had found out how to get to the place, somehow, he still had difficulties finding it.. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stay late because I had to work the next day and I had to walk Happy.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2682512878447401760?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2682512878447401760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2682512878447401760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2682512878447401760' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-866922502845794114</id><published>2008-08-17T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:41:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee.. Let's welcome a new member, Happy! Happy came last nite.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SKr3bfJpujI/AAAAAAAAASs/ONX_WKrNDVg/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SKr3bfJpujI/AAAAAAAAASs/ONX_WKrNDVg/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236269568362134066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at Tiong, we saw zm! He look thinner then before! After buying tickets for Love Guru at Vivo, we rushed over. We only had abt 20mins before the movie start. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was kinda stupid but funny! After our movie,we went to the pets shop to buy Happy's stuff. With the staff's help, we just grab some basic stuff for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're back hm, we surprised my mom by saying that we're bringing a dog home tonight! I didn't tell her before abt me getting a dog. =p my parents had objections abt having a dog but all i said was 'he's coming tonight..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, we went bring Happy back home. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Happy will b happy in his new home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SKr3cISXyqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3cnvY7IsfF8/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SKr3cISXyqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3cnvY7IsfF8/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236269579404561058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-866922502845794114?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/866922502845794114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/866922502845794114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#866922502845794114' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SKr3bfJpujI/AAAAAAAAASs/ONX_WKrNDVg/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-9216788987864174088</id><published>2008-08-15T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:16:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking at them... And they are staring back at me. They look so familiar but yet I don't quite know them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember them!" I'm told myself. "You've got to do it! It's a matter of life or death! Whether they are still a stranger to you or not, you must still get to know them well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please gimme a clue... Gimme a hint... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this crucial point of time, all the terms and analysis are driving me crazy.. I wanna pass this paper... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam questions... Please find your way to my tiny brain... Let me know what's coming out tonight... Please please please... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really crazy now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-9216788987864174088?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9216788987864174088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9216788987864174088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#9216788987864174088' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2115718062569830224</id><published>2008-08-14T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:49:13.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm missing one tooth... Did I lose my wisdom when I pull out my wisdom tooth? Hopefully not.. I still got backup wisdom teeth in my mouth... Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to extract on Monday and went back to work on Tuesday. Everyone was surprised to see me. No choice leh.. My MC only 1 day. After work, I stayed at HarbourFront to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I was edorsing, Dickson saw my phone and said he wanna play with my phone... In the end, I reached there at 7plus and stayed there till almost 8pm. When I was taking the SkyRide, I saw Zhong. I end up standing there talking to him. He kept asking me to join his staff party at night. It feels weird going there when I'm not their staff leh... AND... I still needa get back to study. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met Keith in the afternoon to revise. After revising SPSS, we didn't have the mood to carry on. So, we chatted in the cafe. He tried to bluetooth me a picture. I told him my phone's name is Touch_Diamond. When he's done sending, I told him that I didn't receive it. We heard someone's phone ringing instead! We've sent to the wrong phone!! We didn't expect another Touch_Diamond to be in the same area... =P Luckily the photo doesn't have my face in it... Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we decided to go shopping! Totally in a post-exam mood.. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well for tomorrow! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2115718062569830224?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2115718062569830224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2115718062569830224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2115718062569830224' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8783098059206109438</id><published>2008-08-11T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:13:58.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;080808, Friday.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I've went to Mono... It's been a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting up, I told Meihua that I needa go Daiso to get something. I needa get some wallpaper stickers for the glass at Tour Desk. Gotta get it done before Henry sees it... After telling her that, I suddenly can't remember where Daiso is! When I was trying to recall its location, it suddenly appeared in front of me!! So magical! haha.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... It's time to unwind... Three of us, Meihua, Uncle and me.. We went to Gallery Bar (I think..) first. After walking around, we couldn't find a table. We went to Berlini. It feels quite good there but there isn't any table also... So, we went to Mono. There isn't any table there too!!! In the end, we sat at the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs sang that night was like oldies... So, I chose SUPERMAN! haha... A bit paiseh singing.. Haha.. After that song, I decided to stick to the usual song I always sing. The whole night, Meihua and I sang only 2-3 songs.. The rest of the time, we're talking.. very loudly... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;090808, Saturday...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a public holiday... Which means I have to work... At Harbourfront, I saw this person's back view and said to myself, "Hmmm... Looks like Wen En... But can't be lah.. Wen En looks fatter.." Then, I saw Vinson beside him. That person's really Wen En!! Haha.. =P Shhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue wasn't that long. It looks like any other weekend. After lunch, I started to slack. Suddenly Sulaimi asked me, "Mount Faber busy anot? Cuz 3 person went for lunch, leaving Ivy alone there." I tried to call Ivy but nobody answered. So, I went up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any crowd there. But I stayed till Royston came back. Leave Ivy alone there like very heartless... When I was serving customer halfway, Ryan kept using the walkie talkie to call me. I totally ignored him and continued to serve my customer... =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Royston came back for his lunch, I made my way to Sentosa. Luckily Omar's there. I had to stick the wallpaper sticker on the glass but I'm not tall enough. After sticking, we realised that there's alot of bubbles!! Michelle lent me her penknife and I started poking the bubbles to let the air out. So smart hor! Lazy person's way of doing things. Omar told me to go back to have a good rest and not think of the bubbles anymore. He said if Henry asked about it, we shall blame on the weather. Haha... It's a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to end work at 4pm. After doing all my stuff, I ended at around 5pm I guess... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100808, Sunday&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to rest and force Addy to go dating with me. But the night before, Dean called and inform me that Khair can't work! She can't find any replacement. I told her if really long queue, can call me.. I go back help out. At 1048am, she called me! The queue was already out of the building... I told Addy to pack up cuz I needa leave immediately... No dating for us liao... "为什么我要这么拼？" I asked myself but I couldn't get an answer. But I just can't bare to ignore them when I know there's a manpower shortage... They are too precious to me.. Without them, I'll die... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue was really long. Quickly, I changed and went out to help. After repeating the same things for about 2hours, the crowd started to disappear. I went back in the counter to revise for MR. Royston came over and said, "看，今天你白来了." I don't think so leh.. Although it's only 2 hours, at least the queue managed to be cleared faster.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the counter till about 4pm just to make sure that there isn't anymore crowd. When I reached home, I told my father that I'm free to get my phone. Immediately, my parents went to get prepared and off we went to Hello Shop! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my dream phone, HTC Touch Diamond! Yippie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8783098059206109438?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8783098059206109438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8783098059206109438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8783098059206109438' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7620094711820750843</id><published>2008-08-07T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:13:08.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days I've been studying at HF counter after work. Kinda good cuz nobody bothers you. Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, during one of my study nights, I rested my legs on the table. RK said, "脚肮脏！脚黑黑的！" Quickly, I looked at my feet to see whether it's really dirty anot. "没有脏啦..." He looked at me again and said, "Oh! 因为是人黑.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So irritating! -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's meeting was a torture! It lasted from about 6.30pm to 10.00pm!! I kept running in and out because of Steve's JB Night Experience. He left office in a hurry and didn't pass us enough info about it. Haiz.. I had to run up to the ticketing counter and back down to the office a few times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry was super long winded! He kept repeating what he had already said. Halfway through, Botak msg me, "Are you still in the meeting?" I told him I'm still stuck downstairs... And he replied me "Hahahaha..." What the...!!! So bad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us had dinner... The meeting started straight after work. After the meeting, I totally don't feel hungry at all... I just felt very shag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I make my birthday wish early? If I make it early, will it still come true? Let's take it as it will... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'll pass MR! I really needa pass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for some cooperation! I'm going crazy. They are driving me crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I won't drop anymore hair... =( I got no more hair liao... Sobz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7620094711820750843?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7620094711820750843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7620094711820750843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7620094711820750843' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2774465781074246151</id><published>2008-08-06T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:00:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was the worst movie day for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was supposed to enjoy Mummy 3 @ Vivo. Henry didn't want the Tour Host to be so late for this event. He allowed them to knock off at 5.30pm instead of 6pm. They were supposed to reach the cinema before 6pm. Reminders were stapled on their tickets. I've reminded them about not being late and given them a memo to remind them again. It wasn't any other event. It's to celebrate our dear CEO's birthday. We don't want anyone to be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why they can still be late. I've specifically to told them not to wait for each other on the island. "Just leave after your second tour or 5.30pm. Don't wait for each other!" That was my instruction to them. When I reached, I expected most of them to be there because it was already 6pm. Instead, I was given a big surprise! The attendance list was empty! Where are all my Tour Host!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to call Brian because I saw him, Sharon and Huiwen ready to leave when I went to the island at 5.15pm. When I was on the island, I reminded those who were at the tour desk not to be late. In the phone, Brian told me that they were at McDonald's. "You better FLY here now!" I told him before hanging up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6.15pm, Henry screamed at Omar for not getting everyone to be present on time. It was kinda embarrassing because he did it in front of the reception counter. I asked Omar to call them again. They are still at McDonald's!! What the hell! When Omar told them to walk over quickly, I asked Omar to tell them to RUN. When Omar and I wanted to enter the cinema, we saw Brian, Sharon and Huiwen. They were still strolling up! I really wanted to walk over to yell at them already. They are able to leave the island at 5.30pm but why they took 1hour to reach Vivo? It's not like they have to walk from Sentosa or there's a cable car breakdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into the cinema, I realised that the 3 of them had not entered. When they finally came in, I saw they came in with those who have excuse to be late for the show. Frustrated, I msg Brian telling him that he shouldn't wait for them at all. Then, he told me that his ticket was with them. He should have told me earlier mah! I could tell the usher about it and let them in first! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they entered the cinema, they were very noisy. I could here what they were saying even though I was at the other end of the cinema! OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Henry told me that he wanna have a meeting tomorrow. Sian... Should be because of this issue already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really mad at those who were late without a valid reason. They didn't bother to explain or apologise for what they've done. Omar and I had to help them cover their shit and explain to Henry. Henry had to forge their signature so that they have their attendance taken. Everything was a total disaster! Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2774465781074246151?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2774465781074246151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2774465781074246151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2774465781074246151' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2709775706451336988</id><published>2008-08-03T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:12:39.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last, all the travel fair is over... At least for now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one was at the Free Trade Zone. I was happy because I was still able to get SingTel's reception even though I was in JB! Haha... But only at certain parts of the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in on Saturday, I didn't plan to stay overnight. My initial plan was to come out with Simon. In the end, I decided to stay over with Meifang, Noelle and Felicia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I went in with Simon, Meifang and Felicia. When we reached JB, we went for our breakfast first. We slowly enjoyed our breakfast, chatted and waited till about 11am before heading for the convention hall. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJh68PQA-0I/AAAAAAAAARM/3WGVMXsfBDU/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJh68PQA-0I/AAAAAAAAARM/3WGVMXsfBDU/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231066142495275842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my duty, I didn't do anything actually. After sitting for a few hours, I went out with Meifang for shopping. I had to buy clothes for my overnight stay. After shopping, it was lunch time. After lunch time, I slacked around and it was time for dinner! Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was at this ulu place that look like a kelong. Alvin brought us there. It was about an hour's drive in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was worth the wait! The seafood was very fresh! Now you see them alive, the next minute, they turned into some delicious food on your table... Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJh8BXmhORI/AAAAAAAAARU/J72HHKyLhNM/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJh8BXmhORI/AAAAAAAAARU/J72HHKyLhNM/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231067330148120850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJh8BjyiDGI/AAAAAAAAARc/V-J2W19_NWA/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJh8BjyiDGI/AAAAAAAAARc/V-J2W19_NWA/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231067333419732066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d4bc5ec71131f00" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d4bc5ec71131f00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1544CD0EB81F942521DAE24A66B7625EDB7B411C.22936D593AE8E856331D0BD7BAFA9CB73D968B55%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d4bc5ec71131f00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBJcE26Thw44mv2pxGh0ZmmnqTeY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d4bc5ec71131f00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1544CD0EB81F942521DAE24A66B7625EDB7B411C.22936D593AE8E856331D0BD7BAFA9CB73D968B55%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d4bc5ec71131f00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBJcE26Thw44mv2pxGh0ZmmnqTeY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was bedtime. We had to squeeze because there were only 2 beds but 4 of us... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Felicia told us that when she came out from the bathroom, she got a shock. All 3 of us were sleeping straight like vampires! Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond came in when we're having our breakfast. After they are ready to start business for the day, Meifang and I went to City Square for our shopping! We shopped till about 3pm and went back to meet Desmond. Royston told me that Omar is coming in for a party. I asked him what's the party about but he didn't know. He just said to know, I have to stay back. I was like stuck in between. I didn't want Desmond to cross the causeway alone because it's very lonely... I also wanted to stay back for the party because Omar is coming in specially. =( In the end, I decided not to stay because I didn't know what they are gonna do. The next day is Monday. I don't wanna be like the previous week, going to work like a blur zombie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off for dinner with Meifang and Desmond before heading back home. Desmond brought us to a place to dine with cockroaches. He said the place is very dirty and it has many cockroaches. I wasn't willing to have my dinner there actually but seems like Desmond was very keen in going there. So... I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiASUFS13I/AAAAAAAAARk/cS7F8EoL4Sc/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiASUFS13I/AAAAAAAAARk/cS7F8EoL4Sc/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231072019307747186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiASmqmdEI/AAAAAAAAARs/FNsHe_cv6WE/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiASmqmdEI/AAAAAAAAARs/FNsHe_cv6WE/s400/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231072024296059970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared of cockroaches that I didn't put my legs down on the floor throughout dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiATAbJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gTUn9QMoO2A/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiATAbJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gTUn9QMoO2A/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231072031210595730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiAUYxoX2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e0aff66RczY/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiAUYxoX2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e0aff66RczY/s400/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231072054927187810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiBPAIxaNI/AAAAAAAAASE/RnvpCpE_f0g/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiBPAIxaNI/AAAAAAAAASE/RnvpCpE_f0g/s400/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231073061925644498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered this much food for just 3 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiBPoJXRsI/AAAAAAAAASM/1IiSf1b3hiU/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiBPoJXRsI/AAAAAAAAASM/1IiSf1b3hiU/s400/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231073072665544386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond was the first to surrender. He forced Meifang and I to finish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was delicious actually. I didn't see any cockroaches but I saw a cat! My eyes followed it wherever it went.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to the train station to take a train back. We've got our tickets already and was enjoying the air con when Desmond discovered that we'll only reach SG one and half hour later (940pm)! After discussing, we decided to take a bus back, thinking that we'll reach earlier. In the end, we regretted out decision. The place was packed. Everyone was squeezing and pushing! People were climbing over railings to avoid squeezing with the crowd and queuing. It was a nightmare there. The bus took forever to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiCd_QDhxI/AAAAAAAAASU/tnpFrP_c0x4/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiCd_QDhxI/AAAAAAAAASU/tnpFrP_c0x4/s400/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231074418897422098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded at Malaysia's Checkpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiCeScyaxI/AAAAAAAAASc/4eWq9yFfeAg/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiCeScyaxI/AAAAAAAAASc/4eWq9yFfeAg/s400/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231074424051100434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are climbing over the railing to jump queue for the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiCezp2aSI/AAAAAAAAASk/0cJ9cf3wVu8/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJiCezp2aSI/AAAAAAAAASk/0cJ9cf3wVu8/s400/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231074432964258082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how packed the buses are! Desmond counted how long it took to fill up the bus. It took only 1min7sec!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus came at last, it brought us to Woodlands Checkpoint. There, again, we had to wait for the bus. We're warm, tired and thirsty. Desmond was talking crap all the time. Guess he was too tired. Suddenly, he said he wanna call his in-laws. After calling, he said we had a bus back and it's leaving soon! It was a tour bus that his in-laws were on and the tour guide allowed us to board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really glad that he was quick in thinking. AND!! The bus stopped at Hougang!! I could walk home! Heh heh... But I was very tired. I took a cab back with Meifang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2709775706451336988?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d4bc5ec71131f00&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2709775706451336988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2709775706451336988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2709775706451336988' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SJh68PQA-0I/AAAAAAAAARM/3WGVMXsfBDU/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8971825796697025897</id><published>2008-07-31T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:06:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm coming close to the danger zone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be as ignorant as I can towards certain issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending not to know at times is certainly the best solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how long can I protect and be protected? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can only let Time decide how long it would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not enough energy for every little thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY LIFE! All I can do now is 忍, 忍 and 忍!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8971825796697025897?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8971825796697025897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8971825796697025897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8971825796697025897' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2137481617838431936</id><published>2008-07-31T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:29:06.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be extracting my wisdom tooth today... I've thought about it for some time and finally made up my mind. However, yesterday, my managers asked me to postpone my appointment. Haiz... Now, I dunno when I should do it... Hmmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I decided to buy Chee Cheong Fun for breakfast. It's been a while since I had it. When I was walking to HFT2, suddenly, I heard 'MEOW'! I got a shock! It was stupid RK! -.- While walking, he said he wanna exchange my breakfast with his McDonald's because he wanna try something different. So, I agreed. My Chee Cheong Fun was exchanged for 2 sets of McDonald's breakfast! Haha... 赚到 leh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached office, I was surprised that was breakfast for me! Meifang made breakfast for us again! I gave Henry one set of the McDonald's breakfast and had the other one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an event that I was required to attend. Frankly speaking, I wasn't interested in attending. So, I dig out some stuff to do until it was time for the event. Halfway through, I realised that I really have not done something! Quickly, I had to finish them because I'm on leave today. I almost went mad when the label printer wasn't working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally settling all the required paperwork for today, I quickly packed up. I had to leave before the event end. Before leaving, I had to inform Sulaimi about some changes on Friday. I was very kan qiong when I'm explaining. I totally ignored Ryan when he came to disturb me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking the lift, I saw Gab! "Pretend you didn't see me, ok?" I told him. "I'm supposed to be inside but I told Henry that I've something to do.." =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next stop was Harbourfront counter. I had to explain to Dean Tay about Friday. After explaining, I had to get curtains. I went to Vivo twice because the colour of the curtain I got the first time wasn't that nice. It was so tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was settled, it was already 9.30pm. If I went for the event, I would be on my way home already... -.-" Luckily, Meifang made breakfast today. Her sandwich became my dinner for the day... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2137481617838431936?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2137481617838431936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2137481617838431936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2137481617838431936' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-218506643195443073</id><published>2008-07-28T02:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T03:22:57.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzKZCPzNHI/AAAAAAAAARE/ixJUXHXTWGw/s1600-h/IMG_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzKZCPzNHI/AAAAAAAAARE/ixJUXHXTWGw/s400/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227775798918984818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee... I'm back from the travel fair at last! There wasn't as much people as I thought would be. It was kinda boring at a point of time. So, I kept walking around. While walking around, I made a friend! Haha... He's working in the insurance line.  The whole day, I'm either walking around or giving out brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had too much brochures, I gave them to anyone who walked pass. Actually, I shoved it to them... Heh heh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the performance of the day was 3 kids performing with fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78b5eccfbdf4e035" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78b5eccfbdf4e035%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4585F29563386D98DF38DEA1AF0408C178C2F827.703CB8F2A17C1D8653589310C39168FB03667753%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78b5eccfbdf4e035%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeBcN1_V5VWLfFaUDLSN_WuHiTJ0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78b5eccfbdf4e035%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4585F29563386D98DF38DEA1AF0408C178C2F827.703CB8F2A17C1D8653589310C39168FB03667753%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78b5eccfbdf4e035%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeBcN1_V5VWLfFaUDLSN_WuHiTJ0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFSfBLfdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/p8ftiNklxHI/s1600-h/IMG_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFSfBLfdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/p8ftiNklxHI/s400/IMG_0619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770188825066962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFSjjjC3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/cGiCicA79h0/s1600-h/IMG_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFSjjjC3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/cGiCicA79h0/s400/IMG_0620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770190042958706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFS3jFmJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UQcOjfWxrg0/s1600-h/IMG_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFS3jFmJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UQcOjfWxrg0/s400/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770195409737874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFTSnOfuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MefzJncpvUU/s1600-h/IMG_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzFTSnOfuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MefzJncpvUU/s400/IMG_0625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770202674855650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was about 5, Henry asked me whether I wanna go back first. I didn't want to because I don't wanna go back alone. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the travel agencies had mascots! Bugs Bunny, Scooby Doo and Batman made their appearance there! I wanted to take a picture with Bugs Bunny but a bit paiseh. In the end, we took pictures with Scooby Doo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzIBrpwBKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PQcRbs7HeBk/s1600-h/IMG_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzIBrpwBKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PQcRbs7HeBk/s400/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227773198693565602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzICOXhVHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1sAbDP2Td7w/s1600-h/IMG_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzICOXhVHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1sAbDP2Td7w/s400/IMG_0631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227773208012346482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzICvE5T5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HoRsJJFTBFU/s1600-h/IMG_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzICvE5T5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HoRsJJFTBFU/s400/IMG_0632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227773216792596370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was about 9pm, I was a bit blur already. Henry and Clinton asked if I wanna go to the hotel room to rest. I immediately agreed because there's entertainment in the room, The TV! Haha... RK kept me company in the room. I don't think I dare to be alone in the room... Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service in the room was quite good leh.. I just have to sit on the bed and I have my tea beside me. It was also refilled when I've finished it! Haha... Since RK offered to do it, why reject? So 难得 this 大少爷 offer to do something. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room, I wanted to take a nap while waiting for the travel fair to end but it feels weird when there's someone beside me leh... So, I have to 忍 and read my book while waiting. This guy went to bathe!!! I also wanted to bathe but I didn't have a change of clothes... *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fair finally ended, the rest came back to the room to gather before leaving for dinner. It should be supper instead because it's already quite late... Halfway through, a cat came to our table!!! After I saw that cat, I dare not put my feet down. When we left, I didn't see the cat. But when we're walking to the car, it ran over my foot suddenly!! I got a shock and screamed out! So paiseh!! People around turned and looked at me... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading back to Singapore, RK had to pump petrol and wash his car. While waiting, I got bored. I tried to kick his slippers off his foot but failed. In the end, he grabbed one of my foot, took my slippers and threw it to one corner! -.- Henry just sat there and laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the custom, my passport was with Henry. After we passed the Malaysia's custom, RK opened my passport to see my picture! Throughout the journey, I tried to snatch his passport to see his picture as revenge. Henry, again, just sat there and laughed! He didn't help me at all... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore, Henry and I took a cab back home from where RK dropped us, CCK. If I don't have to work on Monday, I would think of going to Addy's place since it's so near... But too bad... Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-218506643195443073?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78b5eccfbdf4e035&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/218506643195443073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/218506643195443073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#218506643195443073' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SIzKZCPzNHI/AAAAAAAAARE/ixJUXHXTWGw/s72-c/IMG_0629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8686116322621491069</id><published>2008-07-24T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:33:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I being too easy or stupid? I've reached my limits. I've spent so much time trying to accommodate. Henry said I shouldn't care about their requests too much. But I really don't wanna come out with something that many can't agree with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been warned... But I didn't listen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today, I decided to give up. I asked Henry if we could stick to the original plan and not care about their idea. At least for a month. It's time for them to accept changes. I can't give in anymore. If not, I'll be stepped over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;忍&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8686116322621491069?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8686116322621491069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8686116322621491069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8686116322621491069' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-1507582995918753947</id><published>2008-07-22T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:01:09.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I done something wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to rephrase... What have I done right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-1507582995918753947?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1507582995918753947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1507582995918753947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1507582995918753947' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3077397659990446533</id><published>2008-07-22T06:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T06:58:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm up early! Super early... Earlier than usual... It's back to the sleepless days when I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. At least this time, it's closer to the time I'm supposed to wake up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at some videos I took in the past. I kept laughing to myself! It was all the stupid but fun moments! Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah! Saturday we watched The Dark Knight. Before meeting Addy, I went back to HarbourFront to leave my access card for Clinton. When I was back there, I was shocked by the queue! It was extremely long! I wanted to stay back to help out but I didn't. I can just borrow a polo-tee and start working but I don't feel comfy wearing a short skirt with slippers to sell packages. Don't look professional leh... Doesn't give the company a good impression also when I'm wearing slippers. So, I just left my card there and ran off guiltily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After HarbourFront, I was off to Woodlands for the movie! The seats at town area was horrible. We had to go to some ulu place to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema, I almost wanted to chop off the 3 heads in front of me! The couple sitting in front of us were sitting so upright that they gave me the feeling that they can't relax. Another guy was also blocking me with his head and some strands of hair standing up. Throughout the movie, I had to peep in between their gap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Maybe they are really tall, or the person in front of them are blocking them. I should taken a bolster seat to make myself higher! Haha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the movie, I received a sms. I immediately sian half. "Please check how many pax for today when the last tour started." That was my manager. Last tour is at 5pm and that time, it was just halfway through the show! I had to set alarm to remind myself again. At 5, I called back. I didn't make my call outside because it was difficult to squeeze out. There was a pregnant lady beside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion of my work.. There isn't really an off-day. You always have to be on standby 24-7. Being asked to call back to workplace to check out on some matters is ok. But being called back to work means something serious had happened... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Time to get ready for work! =D It's another day of maddness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3077397659990446533?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3077397659990446533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3077397659990446533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3077397659990446533' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8837386561143459648</id><published>2008-07-19T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:12:51.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Wen En asked me... "Why Meihua doing a job that doesn't require brain?" I laughed at the way he phrased it. In fact, when she works, she gives me the feeling that she's constantly waiting to eat and is always eating. Haha... She agrees too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday. By right, we're able to dress down. However, there was a V.I.P. coming into the office. I knew that but I wore jeans. Henry chased me out of office and asked me to hide at the counter until the V.I.P. left. I was happy when he said that actually. Haha.. So, I brought some work and went to Harbourfront. I was only allowed to return after lunch.. Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the counter, I just slacked around and did some packing. I threw away whatever I don't like there. =P Seward was supposed to buy lunch for us. But he took extremely long time to get our food! I was dying in the counter at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went back to office at last. I sat down for a while and Desmond said, "Come, let's go to Harbourfront." I was like "Huh?? I just spent my whole morning there and just came back..." On the way there, he asked me about Henry again. Seriously, I don't know what to say. He keep saying that what I said had hidden meanings. I don't hate Henry. I didn't know what to say about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the counter, we walked around and decided what to do to the counter. Then he said, "next stop, Sentosa!" "Are you sure you wanna go there?? It's worse than here..." I warned him. He had second thoughts and decided not to. Haha... In the end, I was given 1 week to pack both counters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back to office again, I realised I had to go to Sentosa already. I went over, looked around again and try to decide what to do. I love Nur!!! She really wanna help me make the counter neat... Hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to office again... I packed up a bit, read some emails, help Ben at the counter and rushed out to endorse tickets. After that, it was lesson time. I almost dozed off! I gave up and left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was too tired, I decided to take a bus home. I waited for 45minutes but the bus 147 didn't come!!! It was then, I realised there was a notice about a change of route at the other end of the bus stop. I was super mad at that time. Why put such a small notice at one corner of the bus stop! Not many people noticed it at all and we waited like idiots there. They should at least put 1 notice at each ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the bus stop where there's 147. When I walked passed a bus stop, I saw that same notice again. Such a big bus stop but there's only one small little notice. The change of route was only for 2 days but proper notices have to be put up at distinctive places mah! So irritating. The person who planned this thing didn't do his homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was able to reach home at 10. In the end, I reached home at 11.20pm. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8837386561143459648?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8837386561143459648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8837386561143459648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8837386561143459648' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5224412888338928487</id><published>2008-07-17T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:57:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has stressed really found me? Am I really stressed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself that I'm just lost... I'm just confused.. I'm just... I dunno... Haiz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was horrible for me. I didn't do a good job on Friday and I kept having a bad feeling for Monday when I go for work. I kept thinking about that matter. It keep appearing in my mind. It kept torturing me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I always have to catch my breath. At night, it was hard to sleep. I kept waking up... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really lose weight? I don't think so. Hidayah said I lost weight. Lilian said my face look sharper. I didn't really believe them because I don't think so. But yesterday, I realised one of the top I had used to be fitting. Now, it's kinda loose... My appetite isn't that good these days especially during lunch. I can't finish the food I bought. These few days, I keep wasting food. Hmmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going crazy soon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5224412888338928487?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5224412888338928487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5224412888338928487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5224412888338928487' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7254614431393276930</id><published>2008-07-13T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T04:44:35.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to someone about weak points and how we're gonna use them to attack each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't really know what my weak points are. I only know that I'm terrified of beetles. My eyes will turn teary whenever there's one flying around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my greatest fear is to be unable to walk. It'll be very painful for me. I'll no longer be able to run around, cycle and do other stuff. I guess I will just breakdown and think that there's nothing else in life for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4am in the morning. I went to bed at 11pm. At about 1.30, I woke up and for no reason, I can't sleep! For a few days, this has been happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to switch on my lappy to do some stuff. I saw darling Meihua online. I started chatting with her. For some reason, I started to cry out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7254614431393276930?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7254614431393276930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7254614431393276930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7254614431393276930' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2345427314613574296</id><published>2008-07-12T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:28:49.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last I've gone back to the Chinese Sensei to massage my leg again. This time, I waited 1hour!! I waited till I fell asleep. There were many people walking pass the shop but I was too tired to care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn at last, I went in for my screaming session. After screaming, I went back to office to get my camera charger. Without it, I'll have no camera to take pictures tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my shorts with a bandage around my knee, I went back. Whoever saw my bandage was surprised. I told them it's for fashion. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to my table, I was surprised that I've a packet of biscuits on my table! Clinton said it looks like biscuits that are used during the lunar 7th month to pray. Immediately, I laughed and went to laugh at the person who gave it to me. My drawer is already full of snacks. I guess I've to start eating them. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the train, I don't have to snatch for seats leh! Haha... Can I bandage my leg everyday? hahaha... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2345427314613574296?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2345427314613574296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2345427314613574296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2345427314613574296' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-1419552151825303264</id><published>2008-07-12T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:57:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.................&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I dunno how to say. How long am I gonna last? How long can I continue? The pressure is coming down on me so heavily. It got worse when it feels so tense in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With another major hit, I guess I'll just breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-1419552151825303264?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1419552151825303264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1419552151825303264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1419552151825303264' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2648227402921566355</id><published>2008-07-09T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:00:41.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY HAIR IS DROPPING!!! Too much brain cells killed... Almost everyday, I stared at the roster... How how??? Then, I began to sigh and started doing other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why just one incident can cause such a BIG effect? Is this how powerful chain effects can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Another thing is the SMS. Every other day, SMS go through our phones... I don't know if these SMS seem right. Then, the SMS I received this morning about the breakfast I bought surprised me. Does it have a double meaning? Or am I thinking too much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2648227402921566355?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2648227402921566355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2648227402921566355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2648227402921566355' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-9220123156932258302</id><published>2008-07-08T22:33:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:12:46.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;070708, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... It was my company's D&amp;D! Our MC was Dustbin! Oops! I mean Justin. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOCL1nphKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-ZNE89Z6GF4/s1600-h/IMG_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOCL1nphKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-ZNE89Z6GF4/s400/IMG_0550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659532936086690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOOSmqEoZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/RdKHDvZtxuE/s1600-h/IMG_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOOSmqEoZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/RdKHDvZtxuE/s400/IMG_0513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220672843318337938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office closed at 1pm today. I told Vernon, "我们一点才可以回。" He became very agitated because he can only leave at 4pm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally regretted going to Addy's house after work because I had to leave after 1hour! It's like going all the way there just for lunch... Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the event starts at 6.30pm, I was told to reach at 5pm because I have to do my hair and makeup! When I was there, Noelle and I walked around while the stylist fix Sharon's hair and makeup. Then, at 6pm, we went back to the room for the stylist to get us prepared! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOCMKAIf6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/40LjnW3RWm8/s1600-h/IMG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOCMKAIf6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/40LjnW3RWm8/s400/IMG_0502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659538407489442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'm done, I went to the toilet to see how I look. In the end, I shocked myself! I couldn't recognise the person standing in the mirror! Was it really me??? Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the both of us were done, we rushed down to the ballroom. Henry was calling me every minute asking me where I am. His invite card was with me. That's why he's so kan qiong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to borrow money from Noelle and Meifang because I forgot I had to pay the stylist! After paying, I'm left with $5 in my wallet... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the ballroom, everyone couldn't recognise me! Haha... As usual, GR Ryan made fun of me and Amit. I feel so blur at the entrance of the ballroom. I can only remember taking pictures after pictures. Digiphoto guys walking around taking pictures non stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced Daniel to take a picture with me. 难得 he wear shirt and tie (and look handsome too!).. Noelle made fun of us, "哇！你们很像couple leh.." -.- Make us paiseh lor.. Her comment attracted one of the Digiphoto guys to take a picture of us... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're in the ballroom, we're all separated! We're not seated according to departments. For my table, including me, there were 4 FT and 5 retails. There was an obvious wall in between us because we just talked among ourselves. For me, I kept talking to Ming Zheng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOI7dMQl2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/WtwtooWik9w/s1600-h/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOI7dMQl2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/WtwtooWik9w/s400/IMG_0509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220666948082243426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Michelle and I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOJQqhx2qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zl9P22kCAvU/s1600-h/IMG_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOJQqhx2qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zl9P22kCAvU/s400/IMG_0516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220667312439417506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ming Zheng and Vernon&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOM1KURD7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/FA72A5aFKjo/s1600-h/IMG_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOM1KURD7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/FA72A5aFKjo/s400/IMG_0534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220671237982850994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, Royston, Felicia and Noelle.. I dunno why Noelle is looking at the other camera when the person holding my camera said he's taking 1st... -.-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHS-w0z7tvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pkOURlDnj5k/s1600-h/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHS-w0z7tvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pkOURlDnj5k/s400/IMG_0548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221007614048712434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond, Meifang, me and Steven! I dunno why Desmond has that face. Steven looks practically the same in every pictures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHS-xOWIMtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GE9iYE8t5RQ/s1600-h/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHS-xOWIMtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GE9iYE8t5RQ/s400/IMG_0555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221007620903023314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, IT Ryan and Me! During work, Ryan will have a bad feeling whenever I go to his seat and smile at him... =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one of the games, a rep from our table had to go on stage to collect a prize. But to get the prize, the rep had to do a very hot, sexy dance. Ming Zheng, who was our rep, went on stage and started taking off his shirt! -.- OMG! I dunno watz this boy is thinking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time for the imitation contest! Our department was imitating the 881! Wow! They look SO PRO!! In the end, we're the champion!!! YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOJ5SM9e1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ST113PUuHWo/s1600-h/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOJ5SM9e1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ST113PUuHWo/s400/IMG_0527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220668010284284754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOJ5hGsUeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gEqVKWApZGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOJ5hGsUeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gEqVKWApZGQ/s400/IMG_0533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220668014284526050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky draw, lady luck wasn't with me. I didn't win anything!! *sobz* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, I wanted to leave because the next day is a working day. After taking pictures here and there, I told someone that I wanna leave. But photo taking is still going on. I was smiling here and there. I thought my face muscles might cramp! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOL3hZE8qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8wrfkzYmO5U/s1600-h/IMG_0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOL3hZE8qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8wrfkzYmO5U/s400/IMG_0564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670179025154722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's me and Joel, one of the Part Time Tour Host. Although it's the first time we meet each other, I suan-ed him. =P I threatened to remove his name from the list if he don't come back to work soon. =P Abusing my authority again... Haha... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I sat down with IT Ryan and we had some drinks. We sat there chatting. Royston came out of nowhere and gave me a shock. I almost screamed!! Lucky... Then, I kept asking him about what he told me. I still can't believe who his auntie is. Although what he told me is true, I still can't believe it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I remembered I don't have enough money to take cab home! I asked around if there's any ATMs. Nobody knows.. This Royston lend me $50! Wah... Feels like a brother! Cannot say feels like a father giving daughter pocket money because he's too young to be my father. =P But I keep calling him uncle because he's older than me.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I said "bye, I'm going off.." From 11plus till 1plus, I'm still there! I only left at around 1.30pm. Zzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-9220123156932258302?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9220123156932258302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/9220123156932258302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#9220123156932258302' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SHOCL1nphKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-ZNE89Z6GF4/s72-c/IMG_0550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3145716129928082942</id><published>2008-07-03T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:14:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, I took the SkyRide with Emblos (What an unique name!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we left the station, he opened his umbrella. I was shocked and surprised by his action! I moved away from him and asked him to close it. Very paiseh leh... No rain, no sun but use umbrella on SkyRide.. The others saw my actions and kept laughing at him. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I still hate to take SkyRide alone when it's dark. So, everytime I'll run to Beach Station to endorse my tickets and run back to SkyRide, hoping that the sky won't be too dark... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah! I'm scared to take SkyRide alone when it's dark lah! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 辛苦 leh... Muz wear heels and run up and down the slope... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3145716129928082942?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3145716129928082942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3145716129928082942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3145716129928082942' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-6371462333650529102</id><published>2008-06-30T22:16:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:47:34.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday's date was SO FUN!! Can we do that again? Haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, Friday, it was madness!! After coming back from Sentosa, I had lots of things to rush. When I was laminating the new package books, everyone was rushing me because we were supposed to leave for dinner! Suddenly, Ms Teh came out of nowhere. She stared at me. I didn't know what to say to her. So, I just smiled at her. Then, she got angry and said, "whenever you see me, you look as if you don't know me." And she walked away with Henry. "This kind of staff how to confirm!" I got very upset with her comment. Why must everyone bark at her whenever we see her. She doesn't really acknowledge at all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, I finished laminating the books and left for Sentosa to endorse the SOS tickets. In the cable car, I can't help but cried out. Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I at the Luge, a face with a big smile suddenly popped in front of me. It was &lt;br /&gt;Hairul again... I wasn't in a mood to entertain him so my reply was super moody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After endorsing, I left the island by the Sentosa Express. I was supposed to head back to the ticketing counter to give them the tickets but decided not to because I was running late already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the rest at Vivo and together, we left for Wakaru at The Central. After dinner, it was TCC time.. We stayed there till I can't remember what time. When I reached home, I went to bathe quickly because I had to make the agar agar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was cooking, I felt very sleepy. The outcome was kinda messy because I didn't wait for the liquid to solidify a little before moving the containers around. When I did that, the longans kept rolling here and there. When everything was done, it was already 2.30am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8.30am, I rushed to Harbourfront to pass them the SOS tickets and gave them some of the agar agar I made. After passing them the stuff, I went to Sentosa to give them the agar agar. I stayed there till about 10am. I had to wait for Luge to open because I had to pass them something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was done, I took a cab down to ECP. I seriously don't know how to go to ECP myself... =P When I reached there, I was early! Finally, I'm not late!! hehe... However, I was extremely early! Actually, I was only 20 Minutes early... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone arrived, we looked for a spot to have our picnic. Meihua spotted a table under s shade but there's an uncle sitting there. We walked towards it quickly. When we were there, the uncle stood up. We quickly put our things down. Seems like we chased him away... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SGpEY374sUI/AAAAAAAAANo/ThbHk8AmYXE/s1600-h/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SGpEY374sUI/AAAAAAAAANo/ThbHk8AmYXE/s400/IMG_0410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218058312384819522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our picnic, Xiusi was proud of her SURPRISE sandwich. She claimed that every sandwich will give a surprise because there's different fillings. Haha... Meihua and I kept complaining that there's not enough vegetables. There's only 2 pieces! Haha... Her Egg Mayo sandwich is really egg + mayonnaise. There isn't any salt added. "No wonder it tastes plain..." She said it herself... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we couldn't eat any more, we started taking pictures. I took videos of Xiusi for revenge! Wahahaha... I dunno what's Xiusi is thinking. She kept asking me to give her a sexy pose... -.- She's becoming a pervert! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-592d2316ca3ad7fb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D592d2316ca3ad7fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA009B5AFC7DBD77A12085D95BEE05D56A0540BD.691E2BD6C1CDBC9E84B867D9B40A4EFD90BFD9CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D592d2316ca3ad7fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxE1XV-xvxPmCG1e6vZdL-Nmni0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D592d2316ca3ad7fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA009B5AFC7DBD77A12085D95BEE05D56A0540BD.691E2BD6C1CDBC9E84B867D9B40A4EFD90BFD9CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D592d2316ca3ad7fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxE1XV-xvxPmCG1e6vZdL-Nmni0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was cycling time. Meihua and I wanted to take the double bike. But it was very hard to control. Maybe it's because of the bag we put in front of us. It was too heavy. After cycling for a short while, we U-turn back to change our bikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4c6212e3ce3caf4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4c6212e3ce3caf4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9EE132224F856B25237BDF553E10305DDF4059A.720B1C9C7C4D52BD3C97666C973ADA4F081E0A0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4c6212e3ce3caf4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRwo_y2XrQgBpEaDuxw1quH0S4lw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4c6212e3ce3caf4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9EE132224F856B25237BDF553E10305DDF4059A.720B1C9C7C4D52BD3C97666C973ADA4F081E0A0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4c6212e3ce3caf4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRwo_y2XrQgBpEaDuxw1quH0S4lw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always never forget to laugh at Xiusi whenever we cycle together. She'll somehow forget how to cycle and has to refresh for a while. We took videos of her riding the bicycle. She was cycling ZIG-ZAG!! Whahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a63b3a679c763b42" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da63b3a679c763b42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B5DE06E63FCDB7A83F4F5BC745317C5766529D7.74AC9E325E8857F42FF7AA879BB1529DD2415F7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da63b3a679c763b42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVzdT1-LOBUHCAixBQymtDTIjct4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da63b3a679c763b42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B5DE06E63FCDB7A83F4F5BC745317C5766529D7.74AC9E325E8857F42FF7AA879BB1529DD2415F7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da63b3a679c763b42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVzdT1-LOBUHCAixBQymtDTIjct4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cycling, it was bowling time then Frisbee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're finding a spot to play frisbee, we came across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SGpG9e2t_QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gqJvTiQ1GB4/s1600-h/IMG_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SGpG9e2t_QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gqJvTiQ1GB4/s400/IMG_0492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218061140330675458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "I can swim! Meihua can run! Then the person who's gonna cycle is....." I paused for a while and looked at Xiusi. "AIYAH!! We cannot join!! We don't have a third person to cycle! She (Xiusi) cycle zig zag one... Haiz... Cannot join.." Meihua joined in to suan her... Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it was another laughing session. When we're playing the frisbee, Xiusi just stood there. She didn't move to catch it! So lazy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ECP, it was Katong Laksa then movie at AMK Hub! I've finally watch Get Smart! It was really funny! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole day's activity, it was finally Home Sweet Home... My arms started to become red because of the sun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F563936132BVVysb%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D563936132%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563936132BVVysb&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563936132BVVysb&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/563936132BVVysb"&gt;ECP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-6371462333650529102?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=592d2316ca3ad7fb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a63b3a679c763b42&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f4c6212e3ce3caf4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6371462333650529102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/6371462333650529102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6371462333650529102' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SGpEY374sUI/AAAAAAAAANo/ThbHk8AmYXE/s72-c/IMG_0410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3529473664268813744</id><published>2008-06-26T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:18:03.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was rushing a report... Pulling my hair out as I tried to squeeze everything I could think of our of my tiny brain. Suddenly, I felt like crying... Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax...." I told myself... "Relax..." I told the rest... Everything will turn out just fine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going for PIGnic cum cycling! If we don't have enough food, we can have PIGhead bah... But if we ate her up, I can't have any 'MMS' le... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3529473664268813744?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3529473664268813744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3529473664268813744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3529473664268813744' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-1461885190932880867</id><published>2008-06-25T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:49:33.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 230608, I finally went to the Chinese Sensei for my knee. Whenever I go up or down the stairs, I feel like crying. "How I wish I can just roll down the stairs.." I just hate the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for like almost 1.5hours! I went in there and scream for about 15minutes because it was super painful when the sensei helped me 'massage'. After my massage, my mom came to fetch me. With my knee cap bandage, it was hard for me to walk. So, I kept asking my mom to walk slowly and wait for me... But she complained I walked too slow... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 240608, I almost went crazy at work. I have 5 days of commission, a report for the ticketing system, ticketing roster and other last minute stuff to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After printing 450 pieces of the notices, I was told that the timing was changed! I was very angry at that time. I have wasted so many paper because of one small stupid mistake in the information! Worst of all, Michelle, Ben and Ryan helped me to cut the notices. I feel so bad because all their efforts have to be thrown into the bin. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After endorsing SOS tickets, I went back to try to complete the roster. I was about to pull all my hair out when I realised it was 6.10pm! Quickly, I packed my stuff and left because I was meeting Meihua at 6.30pm. In the train, I tried to finalise everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met, we went for dinner before starting our shopping. I fell in love with one of the clothing at Zara. It looks soooo cute. AND!! It looks SUPER CUTE ON ME!! AND!!!! I WAS ABLE TO FIT INTO 'S' SIZE!! Haha.. I was so tempted to buy it but it costs me $99! I'll only get $1 when I pay them $100!! =( Meihua kept asking me to wait for the sale... ZARA SALE!! I'M WAITING FOR YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our shopping, I went back home. I wanted to start on my work I brought home immediately but I was unable to find my lappy's adaptor! I was frustrated and in a panic because at the same time, my hp decided to go into a coma. No matter how hard I press the buttons, it refused to respond! =( I searched super high and super low for the adaptor. "Why is this happening to me?? Why so suay!!!" I kept telling myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding for some time, I realised that my uncle took it back home by accident. -.- Haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-1461885190932880867?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1461885190932880867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/1461885190932880867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1461885190932880867' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-3612066463088222894</id><published>2008-06-23T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:02:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, 220608...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was MONOPOLY time @ Kovan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going down, I 乖乖went for my class. After that, I went to buy my wallet!! I was satisfied with the service at Paragon! The moment I stepped in, I was greeted! This is what I expect from a boutique! Although nobody disturb me when I walked around, they came to me quickly when I needed assistance! Excellent service! I feel so special when I was in there... Hehe... When I was leaving the shop, the sales person rushed over to help me with the door. This is what you should get for the price you paid for... Haha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at Kovan, Uncle called me and asked me to wait for him because he saw me at the MRT. I told him I wanna go see doctor before meeting them. The way I said it sounded like I'm very fierce... =P I was in deep thoughts and was kinda easily irritated when I'm disturbed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up the stairs was a difficult task for me because my knee hurts like hell whenever I bend or put pressure on it. I wanted to use the ramp but I feel so stupid turning round and round when there's a straight flight of stairs up. So, I tahan the pain and walked up. When I finally reached the sensei, it was closed!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to Heartland Mall to meet Xiusi then together, met Uncle.. I was happily showing off my new wallet. Xiusi asked me how much I paid for it but I refused to tell her. =P I don't think I'll tell anyone bah... It's for me to know and for you to find out... Heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Meihua finally reached, we went to the hawker centre to eat Kway Chap!! Dunno why, I love eating from that stall... =D After our meal, it was GAME TIME!!! The moment we sat down, I quickly told Uncle to snatch the MONOPOLY. Haha.. Very kiasu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our usual Chocolate Fondue while playing our game. It was a lot of fun! Especially when someone stepped into my property! Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video Xiusi refusing to pay for her utilities... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59eba4db795f78c1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59eba4db795f78c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D589128052C5E712D63E601D2F56ABB73793453B3.FCAF76A2591D34CFA60B494A1C15BF16041D1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59eba4db795f78c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5GhI_WsidrX7xk-eIahSMjbeEKg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59eba4db795f78c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D589128052C5E712D63E601D2F56ABB73793453B3.FCAF76A2591D34CFA60B494A1C15BF16041D1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59eba4db795f78c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5GhI_WsidrX7xk-eIahSMjbeEKg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Xiusi stepped into my property...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-692e8ec91a63cc46" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D692e8ec91a63cc46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58410C4F58C2F5E6EA77A8810EA15582E956D3E6.49C076B570F828DB4B50A457555065171080F7BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D692e8ec91a63cc46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUIyVXcqq4SML5HDxvGArKzHa16I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D692e8ec91a63cc46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330291973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58410C4F58C2F5E6EA77A8810EA15582E956D3E6.49C076B570F828DB4B50A457555065171080F7BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D692e8ec91a63cc46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUIyVXcqq4SML5HDxvGArKzHa16I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Nini was there too... I love to see her expression when she stepped into my property... Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F563919668PJDtZO%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D563919668%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563919668PJDtZO&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563919668PJDtZO&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/563919668PJDtZO"&gt;Monopoly @ Kovan!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; ~*~*~*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told of the news I didn't want it to be true. Everything looks alright to me. Maybe it's only on the surface that's why I find it hard to accept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I don't know how long ago did you close your previous chapter. But it just feels so fast that you're starting your new chapter. It's just too fast for anyone to accept. I dunno if you have heard what was going around. It not only don't look good on your 'resume', it also hurts the previous chapter, the new chapter and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will be saying that with the introduction of the new chapter, the previous chapter had to be closed. Some may even be saying that the new chapter started even before the previous chapter was closed. People may not give a good impression for one reason or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people's comment may not seem important to you. But as friends, we don't wish people to have this kinda comments about you. This is because we love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we want to be there for you but it was just kinda hard because we don't know what's wrong. When we finally know about it, it's all over already. If you need any of us, we can fly, swim or run to you. But it's really hard for us to guess what's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some things that you encounter and may tell certain people or even no one. Some things you want to remain private or not ready to say. But these are the things that are very hard for us to guess. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just hope that you're happy with whatever decision that you've made. Don't bottle up everything. It will make it feel terrible. Maybe make you fatter also... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-3612066463088222894?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=59eba4db795f78c1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=692e8ec91a63cc46&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3612066463088222894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/3612066463088222894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3612066463088222894' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2554668677648844517</id><published>2008-06-21T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:30:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yippie! I'm watching DVD at last!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent 9hours watching this Korean drama, 1%的可能性... At first, I was watching alone. Then, my parents joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm only done with the first 3 discs. Still a long way to go! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2554668677648844517?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2554668677648844517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2554668677648844517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2554668677648844517' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2120063926832560280</id><published>2008-06-21T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:33:06.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder... Why am I always saying the wrong things and give Addy the chance to poke at me?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when we're having dinner @ Seah Im... I told him that my skirt almost flew up. "Scarli 别人看了会流鼻涕！" I wanted to say 流鼻血 but dunno why it came out the other way... *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! Whenever he said something wrong, he'll act blur and pray hard that I didn't notice anything. If I did, he'll try to twist and turn his way through... Sometimes, I end up saying the wrong things again... haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;~*~*~*&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... I addicted to the drum game... AND I'm getting better at it! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2120063926832560280?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2120063926832560280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2120063926832560280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2120063926832560280' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8132839424918116379</id><published>2008-06-19T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:58:32.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"In the year 2045, I will be a millionaire! I will buy an island. Please choose where you want your house to be." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Clinton... I don't know what he's thinking but I decided to join in the fun and chose the location of my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a private link way to the entertainment centre and an underground passageway to Maggie's house. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie insisted on having barred wire around her swimming pool to prevent MingZheng from coming... -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8132839424918116379?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8132839424918116379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8132839424918116379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8132839424918116379' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2794258821531494868</id><published>2008-06-18T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:17:16.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was very disappointed with HR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about Royston's medical claim. HR wasn't really willing to let him claim using the full amount and insisted that he was late that day. He insisted that the report said the incident happened at 9am and Royston had to report for work at that time. Royston explained to me that when everything was over, it was already around 9am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed what Royston said because when something like that happened, you won't look at the clock immediately to take note of the time. When you give your statement, you may only give a rough timing mah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Royston got fed up and went to talk to HR directly. He came to me frustrated. He told me that he don't wanna claim the full amount already since HR is making things difficult. I looked around and thought the office wasn't a good place to discuss about this matter. So, I told him I'll go up to find him after I've completed my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to look for him, he told me about the conversation between him and HR. At the beginning, HR wasn't willing to let him claim. When he decided not to claim, HR said he'll let him claim. I seriously don't know what HR wants. Since he decided not to claim, then just let the matter rest mah..  While we're chatting, a CCS staff came to smoke. Royston told him about the issue. That CCS staff said, "HR may be afraid that you complain to MOM." Hmmmm... Quite true... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just irritated because HR was making things difficult... Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chat, it was meeting time... Stressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales, sales and sales! I had to find out what are the reason for the cause of our demand. It was a simple but complicating job. I had to ask everyone and anyone about their sales. So, today, I went to Sentosa to check out how the other attractions were doing. It wasn't a good day to judge because of the bad weather. So, after walking around, I went back to Tour Desk to have a seat and some snacks before heading back to office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I keep thinking... Sales, sales, sales... Demand, demand, demand... Tomorrow, I'll be asked about the same things again... *sobz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2794258821531494868?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2794258821531494868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2794258821531494868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2794258821531494868' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-8089029929585586695</id><published>2008-06-18T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:48:04.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to cut my hair! I feel so style now! Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150608, Sunday, after class, I went to Far East to cut my hair. I wanted to trim my hair only. Instead, I did something more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss asked if I'm a student. I told her I'm in a private school. Then, she said she'll charge me $30 and asked some expert to do my hair... I was thinking to myself.. "Was she saying that to make me happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I changed my hairstyle and highlighted it red!! When Sean, the hairstylist, told me that he'll highlight red, I wasn't really interested... Then, he told me it'll just be a bit and the colour won't be so bright... So, I agreed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was quite satisfied! I really feel so style now! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went for work on Monday, everyone was surprised by my new hair! They say I look very different, especially because of the highlight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-8089029929585586695?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8089029929585586695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/8089029929585586695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8089029929585586695' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-226680120281992078</id><published>2008-06-15T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:29:14.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;140608, Saturday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini, Si, Meihua and I went to Sentosa to watch SOS! It was my second time for the month!! =P Since we're running late, we took the Sentosa Express in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're queueing up, I lost my patience. Why did the guy come out from nowhere and got served first? And... Why did the other person just opened her counter and walked away? Irritated, I suggested we buy tickets from the non-human (the Ticketing Machines)! They were so much faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we missed the first part of the show again... -.- After the show, I wanted to take the Skyride up... I went to peep to see who's working... I was actually hoping to see Hairul or the rest... But I wasn't familiar with the person working at their time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I suggested we take the bus because I expected many people will be crowding at the Sentosa Express. In the end, I regretted!! The bus was turning here and there and it was difficult to balance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're finally at Harbourfront, I went to the ticketing counter to pass them Steve's tickets while the rest went to the taxi stand to wait for me. If Vinson could confirm the booking the day before, it won't be so troublesome for me!! Haiz... Cannot blame him lah.. Steve said the booking was quite last minute and it was the first show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we didn't manage to make it for our romantic dinner the other time, I insisted on going there. =P I don't know if it's because of the tea or the aircon... It feels extremely hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkMzcaTL6I/AAAAAAAAANI/LjV0Bdu0UCY/s1600-h/IMG_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkMzcaTL6I/AAAAAAAAANI/LjV0Bdu0UCY/s400/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213212121597423522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkM0rh9ChI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mrwF0olLnNE/s1600-h/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkM0rh9ChI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mrwF0olLnNE/s400/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213212142835927570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkM21A4vyI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q-xSBrCJw-E/s1600-h/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkM21A4vyI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q-xSBrCJw-E/s400/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213212179741327138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkM3MQOW_I/AAAAAAAAANg/-wr1FBcbVB8/s1600-h/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkM3MQOW_I/AAAAAAAAANg/-wr1FBcbVB8/s400/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213212185979673586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Uncle came, we went to Powerhouse. Nini went back home... There, I got PH's membership! Because opening a bottle and applying for the membership is the same price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkFPocWucI/AAAAAAAAANA/FViZxXjilL0/s1600-h/50461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkFPocWucI/AAAAAAAAANA/FViZxXjilL0/s400/50461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213203809770584514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PH was extremely crowded!! It was difficult to squeeze to the toilet and not to say back to our table....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-226680120281992078?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/226680120281992078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/226680120281992078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#226680120281992078' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SFkMzcaTL6I/AAAAAAAAANI/LjV0Bdu0UCY/s72-c/IMG_0356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2363834749801541652</id><published>2008-06-14T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:52:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night's bowling was super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Jing Ping home, Eileen, Addy, Eddie and I went for bowling at Kovan. I guess it's the first time I'm playing with Eileen. I'm the wash-drain Queen while Eileen is the Combo queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it's her turn, she get to throw 4 times instead of 2 times! It was super funny! She even got a strike using this technique! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our game is almost ending, I went to the toilet during Eileen's turn. I expected everyone to be waiting when I returned but I'm surprised that she's still playing! And it was her 3rd ball!!! -.- It's really worth it for her to play bowling.. I told Eddie that he shouldn't play bowling because he only get to play once each turn. He said he don't mind... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, we went to McDonald's. There was a football match going on. At one corner, it was crowded with people watching the match! I wanted to sit outside because I was feeling cold but Eddie seems interested in the match. So, we sat inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, Eileen said she don't like the sauce dispenser. She found it difficult to press for sauce because of her height. P.S. She's short... =P Then, without much thought, I told her, "Maybe this is to prevent children from pressing.." Immediately, I shot her weak point! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SOS tonight again!! Yeah yeah! I'm gonna haunt Vinson for not confirming the booking on time... Hee... After that it's MMS Time!! Btw... That means Molest Meihua Session... Wahahaha... =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2363834749801541652?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2363834749801541652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2363834749801541652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2363834749801541652' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2107959062027771920</id><published>2008-06-12T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:54:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The power of blogs are so powerful. You don't who's reading yours when. Although you know people visits your blog through searches and links, you may still be surprised. For me, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone asked me suddenly about my blog, I was surprised how they've found my quiet blog. I would pester them, asking them how they found it. I'm just curious... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't really mind people reading the posts on this little blog of mine. If I do, I won't post it out anyways... Heh... Since I have the freedom to write, others have their freedom to read and comment, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna watch SOS again! If it's really on, it's for ah nini... Hee... Saturday we will continue our romantic dinner! Romantic Part 2! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2107959062027771920?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2107959062027771920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2107959062027771920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2107959062027771920' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-4988703355188834189</id><published>2008-06-09T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:54:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, 060608, SOS + K Garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a romantic date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE086JB3U-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PtzhLn_TatA/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE086JB3U-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PtzhLn_TatA/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209887313491350498" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I had to FLY to Harbourfront to meet Xiusi. I was kinda late because before that, I was trying to rush out the roster. After meeting with her, we went off to take the cable car into Sentosa. In the Cable Car, I became a tour guide suddenly, showing her this and that... haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a ticket for her just in case the CCS staff don't allow them. After alighting from the Cable Car, we went for the SkyRide to the Beach Station. When we're at the SkyRide, the Luge staff said he had to remember Xiusi's face. This way, she can get a free ride too. -.-" On our way down, we heard, "我拍你，你拍我。" I turned and realised it was Zhong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Beach Station, Meihua said she'll come out at 7:30 because she's waiting for Wen En to print something. While waiting for her, we went to the beach to have a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE087EtDNWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RQbO5ok5Q14/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE087EtDNWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RQbO5ok5Q14/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209887329510176098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE0879sBFPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CJk80GuNYXw/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE0879sBFPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CJk80GuNYXw/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209887344806663410" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan was to have dinner at TCC @ Keppel Bay. But we realised we didn't have enough time to do that. When Meihua finally appeared, she formally introduced Wen En to me. After that, we went for dinner at Tastes of Singapore. The Beef Kwey Keow was delicious. Hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE08-f_iv8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/-ZLzdHNBGas/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE08-f_iv8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/-ZLzdHNBGas/s400/IMG_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209887388375105474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE08_AUmx-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xoPH4gtBS3E/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE08_AUmx-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xoPH4gtBS3E/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209887397053384674" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we were super thirsty and decided to go to 7-11 to get some drinks. We didn't think it's worth it to get it at TOS because it's EX!! In the end, we missed the first bit of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time watching the show! I was kinda amazed by the effects. I guess I'm a bit mt tortoise. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we took the SkyRide back up again... I never miss Hairul whenever he's working. Somehow he'll suddenly appear in front of me magically. Haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Cable Car Station, I didn't wanna buy a ticket for Meihua. So I asked the uncle, "Uncle... I got 2 friends but only 1 ticket... How??" "Then buy another 2 lor... All must have tickets..." He was so heartless! But in the end, he asked us to join the queue. I wanted to go to the staff queue but he asked me to queue in the normal queue. Suddenly, one of the CCS staff saw me and asked me to hop into the glass cabin. I was stunned for a moment then I asked them to run for the cabin because it's gonna leave. For almost 3 months, I've never done this kinda stunt before leh... The passengers in the cabin behind us kept looking at us. So paiseh... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sentosa, Meihua and I went to K Garden while Xiusi head home.. It was quite fun! Marcus always have lots of actions. He will have an action for every word in the lyrics. It was difficult to sing because I kept laughing at him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout, I was kinda tired because of work the night before. But I managed to tahan until the whole session ended! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F563714353HapRKN%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D563714353%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563714353HapRKN&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563714353HapRKN&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/563714353HapRKN"&gt;SOS + K - 060608&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-4988703355188834189?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4988703355188834189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4988703355188834189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4988703355188834189' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SE086JB3U-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PtzhLn_TatA/s72-c/IMG_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2153545656840589429</id><published>2008-06-07T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:31:17.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday, 050608, Cable Car stoppage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went over to Sentosa to endorse my tickets. When I was at Sky Tower ticketing counter, Dickson told me that he didn't bring the chop up!!! Ahhhh....!! Why Vinson didn't tell him that I'm coming! =( "I'm gonna haunt Vinson!" I told him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going back to office, Michelle and I went to Coffee Bean to have cake. We had a nice chat! After that, we went to the rest area, aka staffroom. When we stepped in, I saw MZ changing. -.- He was in his childish boxers.. When he saw me, he called me a pervert and pulled his shirt down to cover and went to the changing room. -.- Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for them to end their shift before going back to office. When we're in the cable car, it suddenly stopped. When it started moving again, it was moving at a slow speed. EXTREMELY SLOW SPEED... Troy said, "scarli stoppage leh.." After he finished saying, the cable car stopped again. Then, it started moving slowly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Sentosa at 6pm. I reached office at 6:30pm. After packing up, I went back to Sentosa in the EXTREMELY SLOW cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the SkyRide to see who's working at the ticketing counter. When I saw someone familiar, I went there to queue up. I asked the staff, "I never bring my ASA card leh... Can still get a ticket anot..." She thought for a while... "Ok lah... Since I see you everyday.. But only today ah..." Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling the SOS tickets at the Beach Station, I was ready to go home. When I about to reach Harbourfront in the SLOW cable car, Henry called me. He asked me to go back to Sentosa to standby because there will be a stoppage for cable car.... =( After getting some stuff, I went back to Sentosa AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ticketing counter, we had to turn customers away leaving them disappointed. When there wasn't any customers in the station, I went outside to walk around and see how's Azman is doing. I went to the Luge to chat with the staff there. I talked to them until I forgot how long I was away from the counter. I got to know the Supervisor, Zhong! Quite a handsome guy... Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was settled, we went back to office in Desmond's car. Although Cable Car Service told us that the next day will be fine, we still had to be prepared for the worst. I was brief on what should be done and how I should handle stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to end work at almost 11pm... Zzzz... Luckily, Cable Car for the next day was fine... Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2153545656840589429?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2153545656840589429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2153545656840589429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2153545656840589429' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-4865538528776831654</id><published>2008-06-03T21:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:57:11.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVjZ_VZr9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D5QNqeO_7jE/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVjZ_VZr9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D5QNqeO_7jE/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207677842272923602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st June 2008: Mr Omar's BIG day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back to Sentosa to endorse tickets!!!! It's a Sunday and I have to go back?!!! =( On Friday, I threathened Vinson saying that if he didn't bring the chop up to Sky Tower, I'll haunt him for the rest of my life... Wahahaha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Brian at the Tour Desk. He told me that Omar chartered a bus to bring us to the restaurant! Just nice there's one last seat for me... Hehe... Since I don't know how to go, OF COURSE I will squeeze in the bus! Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus will only arrive at 7:30. Since it was still early, I went to get a card for him. I fell in love with one of the card and decided to get it. It said something like "Two special people, One perfect couple..." It was really meaningful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting what I needed, I went back to the ticketing counter to kill time. As it got nearer to 7:30, more and more people entered the counter. Due to the limited space, it was really packed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz got into an accident few days ago. Botak said he was riding at 120km/h and fell asleep! -.- Somehow same as me lah... I ride bicycle until I fell asleep then fell at the carpark.. 不愧是我的小弟! Got same experience... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, Khair also had an accident. His story was hilarious! A monkey jumped from a tree. It gave him a shock and fell... HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached the restaurant, Clinton told me that my table was VIP2!! VIP Table??!! There wasn't anyone sitting at the table yet. It felt so lonely so I sat with the ticketing staff first. When Noelle and the rest came, I went over to sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was not bad. The entertainment was EXCELLENT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video of Omar's engagement ceremony was played. We kept laughing because in the video, Omar's expression was very funny especially when he tried to be serious. He just can't stop smiling. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for the bride and bridegroom to give a toast, the host said, "This is a Malay wedding. So there's no need to Yam Seng." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVpUD9ORSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/taTG6jrTbgY/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVpUD9ORSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/taTG6jrTbgY/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207684337504240930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVpUu8EDUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5DR2S-44Rao/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVpUu8EDUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5DR2S-44Rao/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207684349042101570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, coming from the back, we heard "YAAAAAAAAAAAM SENG!" The host said jokingly, "Hey hey... I thought I just said no YAM SENG!" Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a competition where 4 transvestite (Ah Kua) compete for the title of Miss Laguna. One of them looked like Miza!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVj6-hEcTI/AAAAAAAAALY/oSz7ikn5ZXs/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVj6-hEcTI/AAAAAAAAALY/oSz7ikn5ZXs/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207678408989110578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's not working at that time, I might really mistaken. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Miss Laguna, there was a dancing competition. The host picked 4 guys. One of them was Clinton. I guess it was Omar's idea to sabotage him. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl3v7THVI/AAAAAAAAALg/wucWtY4aT4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl3v7THVI/AAAAAAAAALg/wucWtY4aT4Y/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207680552556240210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl4FlT9TI/AAAAAAAAALo/WLwyVi3h6I0/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl4FlT9TI/AAAAAAAAALo/WLwyVi3h6I0/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207680558369600818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to dance with the 4 transvestite. Clinton's face turned red immediately when he learned that he was supposed to dance with one of them. At the end of the competition, we had to choose our winner by cheering and clapping. When it was Clinton's turn, he warned us to keep quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl4n66EXI/AAAAAAAAALw/GffH84jCto8/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl4n66EXI/AAAAAAAAALw/GffH84jCto8/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207680567586984306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we cheered and clapped louder. Botak's table even stood up! Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl5K4H8EI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aBQfrDfacw8/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl5K4H8EI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aBQfrDfacw8/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207680576970551362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl5n3E9NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BPJLWA0Y3_U/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVl5n3E9NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BPJLWA0Y3_U/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207680584750789842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a very unique wedding! Most of the photos were taken by Royston. He was sitting beside me and somehow he volunteered to help me take pictures... hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F563681863YSzhvv%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D563681863%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563681863YSzhvv&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fgood-times.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563681863YSzhvv&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/563681863YSzhvv"&gt;Omar Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-4865538528776831654?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4865538528776831654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/4865538528776831654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4865538528776831654' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEVjZ_VZr9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D5QNqeO_7jE/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-5266692378846441625</id><published>2008-05-31T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:30:02.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEDiBPkzUkI/AAAAAAAAALI/ueGt4fc6fuY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEDiBPkzUkI/AAAAAAAAALI/ueGt4fc6fuY/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206409680228930114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or the planes really seems larger when you look at it when you scroll down and smaller when you scroll up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-5266692378846441625?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5266692378846441625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/5266692378846441625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5266692378846441625' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</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/_1QXBPKWlVy0/SEDiBPkzUkI/AAAAAAAAALI/ueGt4fc6fuY/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-7436207970756859111</id><published>2008-05-28T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:08:13.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the new office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After squeezing in the ballroom for almost a month, renovation of the office has nearly completed! Today was the 'grand opening' of our new office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lined up according to our departments. With Ms Teh as the leader, we stepped in after she rolled in the oranges. Everyone 'wow' at what they saw. For those at the back, they 'wow' even before they saw the entrance to create effect. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped in, it really had a new look. It look very spacious! Since it's more spacious, our tables are smaller. We walked around B1 before heading down to B2 where our Rest and Relax area is. We're all surprised when we saw no doors for the shower! "Don't worry! There will be doors. They will only be ready tomorrow..." Ms Teh assured us. Haha... Leon told us that there will also be sofa and television! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After touring round B2, we went back up to B1. Desmond asked us, FT, to gather. Then, he took our red packets and started distributing! We're surprised! Ah Yee joined in and said she's our new FT colleague. Betty said she also has to have one because she issues our tickets. Ms Teh said she HAS to have one because she's the one paying us! Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After craping around, we had a group photo before going back to work. Auntie, our cleaner came down to have a look. She's very cute! She asked if she can come in to have a look too anot! Haha.. Of course she can mah... "Auntie, you also got new office leh! Your office is the nicest here!" Desmond Goh said and pointed to the pantry and brought her there. Btw... Auntie always spend most of her time in the pantry and she's always saying the pantry is like her office. Haha... Auntie is really cute... =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go back to work actually. After doing some paper work, I got bored. So, I went outside to be ticketing staff for about 2 hours or so. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went back to do ticketing after settling some stuff. After hiding at the counter for some time, I decided to go back to the office to finish up my work. When I opened the door, I was surprised that half of the office had moved downstairs! Henry said we don't have to wait till tomorrow. We can start doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the rain made it impossible for me to go to the island to endorse my tickets, I started to move too. While moving, I kept trying to call the SOS people to see if they brought the chop up to Imbiah. If they didn't, I don't wanna waste my time going down there. But none of them answered my call!! I called Vinson to see if he's working or not. But he wasn't! =( So I decided not to care about it anymore and went after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new office is beautiful. But it's very open and the table is TINY! When I lay out my files and put my monitor on it, I barely have space to write! Haiz... Hope I get some cabinets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-7436207970756859111?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7436207970756859111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/7436207970756859111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7436207970756859111' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-2032707348369683312</id><published>2008-05-25T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:45:58.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so lonely... I'm starting to hate being home alone... There's nobody with me to keep me company. There's nobody to watch tv with me. There's nobody for me to irritate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's slowly killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days! For these 7 days, I'll be coming home with no one in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-2032707348369683312?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2032707348369683312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/2032707348369683312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2032707348369683312' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879535.post-591974765822288178</id><published>2008-05-25T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:59:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last, I have the chance to go to the shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shop??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Gucci's boutique lah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been aiming on this wallet. I wanted to buy on Friday to reward myself with my first pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, I entered the shop. I walked around trying to find my dream wallet. At last, it appeared in front of me! I wanted to ask the sales person to bring it out for me. I was in front of her but she practically ignored me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with the service, I decided not to buy. Maybe I should try the one at Paragon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same as CityChain! They see the way you dress before deciding if you're worth their time. That day I was in t-shirt and jeans with my 'wu gui' backpack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only rich people can afford branded goods hor! Poor people also can lor... It's only whether they want or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's also my stupid habit. When I step into a shop, I expect service. I really love it when you're welcomed the moment you enter the shop. If I'm not attended to within a certain time frame, I'll just walk out of the shop even if there's something I wanna buy. To me, I feel that there's no point giving this kinda shop because part of the amount I'm paying for the thing is for the service provided. I can get a subsitute item where I get my satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being stuborn... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879535-591974765822288178?l=jadnix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/591974765822288178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879535/posts/default/591974765822288178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadnix.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#591974765822288178' title=''/><author><name>Jadnix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060001963003467555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
