<?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-37236299</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:30:27.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joreen The God's Child.</title><subtitle type='html'>When You Grow Up, Will You Be The Saviour Of The Broken,
The Beaten And The Damned?
Now In A World Where Innocence Is Quickly Claimed
It’s So Hard To Stand Your Ground When You’re So Afraid.
Just Trust The Voice Within.
I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living,
I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone.
Fear Is Only In Our Minds
Taking Over All The Time.
I Never Thought That I'd Love Someone
That Was Someone Else's Dream.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4299874623628054084</id><published>2010-11-01T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:46:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are married! Officially!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally we are married. Even though we are officially married on 16th January 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Staying with Adrian makes me understands him more and of course to love him more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I am so home sick that I miss my family dearly. Missing the days when I am staying at my old place. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But anyway, our wedding photos are all uploaded onto FB. You can have a look under my profile name. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a photo to share with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/TM5wL8paUeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/50FxkGXX8Xo/s1600/75702_444566107863_682277863_5497166_520858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/TM5wL8paUeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/50FxkGXX8Xo/s320/75702_444566107863_682277863_5497166_520858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534484342645608930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4299874623628054084?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4299874623628054084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4299874623628054084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4299874623628054084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4299874623628054084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-married-officially.html' title='We are married! Officially!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/TM5wL8paUeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/50FxkGXX8Xo/s72-c/75702_444566107863_682277863_5497166_520858_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8360842209510737211</id><published>2010-08-31T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:22:25.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating the blog diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel bad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with the wedding preparations. We are left with just 25 days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite excited now and both families are busy preparing the wedding now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could feel the heat, rush and excitement from all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good sign cos everyone is eager and happy to look forward to this wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8360842209510737211?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8360842209510737211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8360842209510737211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8360842209510737211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8360842209510737211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/08/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2434118618385184892</id><published>2010-08-17T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:04:25.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Mth Wedding Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so happy cos I have been with my Addy for 8 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our relationship is still going very strong! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a photo to share with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/TGn749m2yxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nRqO0vildVg/s1600/39069_415400766255_49214281255_5241972_805674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/TGn749m2yxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nRqO0vildVg/s320/39069_415400766255_49214281255_5241972_805674_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506208975465925394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really love this photo. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ciao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2434118618385184892?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2434118618385184892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2434118618385184892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2434118618385184892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2434118618385184892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-8th-mth-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Happy 8th Mth Wedding Anniversary!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/TGn749m2yxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nRqO0vildVg/s72-c/39069_415400766255_49214281255_5241972_805674_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4520316150694658816</id><published>2010-06-14T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:33:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my hubby's birthday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4520316150694658816?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4520316150694658816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4520316150694658816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4520316150694658816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4520316150694658816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5859329379327636854</id><published>2010-06-03T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:23:03.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you my sweet dream or beautiful nightmare?</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Ad and I just created our new blog which is - &lt;a href="http://mradrianjoreenchng.blogspot.com"&gt;http://mradrianjoreenchng.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the blog. :) and it will be updated frequently by the both of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Calj0K3DCBE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/Calj0K3DCBE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5859329379327636854?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5859329379327636854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5859329379327636854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5859329379327636854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5859329379327636854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-my-sweet-dream-or-beautiful.html' title='Are you my sweet dream or beautiful nightmare?'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6526654862122906587</id><published>2010-05-17T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:05:35.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrilled and Delighted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was sooo happy yesterday cos (FINALLY!) my Addy gets to drive out for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to Katong for a good laksa and then we went shopping at Parkway Parade.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it happened that Mum was there too so we sent her home and she was surprise and thrilled to know that Ad is able to drive out without Dad's presence. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And at night, he drove to Gramps' house for dinner. So after dinner, he sent his parents back first then sent me back home.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, i got to share a awesome song with you guys and its not a new song. Its by Culture Club - Karma Charmeleon. Love this song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znE6sA40lmY&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znE6sA40lmY&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ciao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6526654862122906587?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6526654862122906587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6526654862122906587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6526654862122906587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6526654862122906587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/05/thrilled-and-delighted.html' title='Thrilled and Delighted'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4320638695650662684</id><published>2010-05-07T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:05:45.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing On You :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PTDv_szmL0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/8PTDv_szmL0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4320638695650662684?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4320638695650662684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4320638695650662684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4320638695650662684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4320638695650662684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-on-you.html' title='Nothing On You :)'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6298000578041587967</id><published>2010-05-06T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:04:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its no surprise that i fell down and hurt my ankle. Cuz i am so clumsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fell down when going down the stairs yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pain was so excruciating till i cried out. And no one was there to help me. So i waited the pain to subside alittle then i stood up to walk down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i reached my workplace, i was 'forced' (cos i dont want to see a doc @ the 1st place) to see a chinese doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said many things about me which is quite true.. he said my heart is weak and my liver didnt produce enough blood.. not even enough for my period. so i need to eat and sleep better in order to improve my consitution. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I believe i will be fine soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cant find the embed code for this vid. so i am gonna post the link here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No Surprise by Daughtry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt45JNMa_s0&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=44DAE13F9E7D6A8F&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=17"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt45JNMa_s0&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=44DAE13F9E7D6A8F&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will post vids occasionally so that i can share my fav songs with you all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6298000578041587967?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6298000578041587967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6298000578041587967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6298000578041587967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6298000578041587967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-surprise.html' title='No Surprise.'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4137919780172504023</id><published>2010-05-04T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:45:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Day It Shall Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is a damn shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant find the stuff at home and i presume it is lost. and the thing is not mine! so now i am hoping its with Adrian. If not, i am as good as dead. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna go - oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh my gosh.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can find it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCnxvXxBDvY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCnxvXxBDvY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4137919780172504023?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4137919780172504023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4137919780172504023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4137919780172504023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4137919780172504023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/05/shitty-day-it-shall-be.html' title='Shitty Day It Shall Be.'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2721833601656856855</id><published>2010-04-30T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:52:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is a very happy day for me cos something great happened to both Adrian and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something better - Adrian passed his driving exam! I am so happy for him. So are the people around him. Finally.. after so much time, money and effort spent on the driving classes and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him before.. if you were to fail again, don't go for the classes or exams anymore cos I dont want him to see him wasting anymore time, effort or even money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since he has passed, I am so happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, if the ladies' partners pass their driving exam, there's only 1 thing in their mind... heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2721833601656856855?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2721833601656856855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2721833601656856855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2721833601656856855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2721833601656856855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-1702520550389296609</id><published>2010-04-28T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:15:37.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of nowhere</title><content type='html'>Ad is going for reservist next Monday and I am going to be so bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can go out with my GFs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDKva-s_khY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/KDKva-s_khY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-1702520550389296609?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/1702520550389296609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=1702520550389296609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1702520550389296609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1702520550389296609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-middle-of-nowhere.html' title='In the middle of nowhere'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-1402405451565347992</id><published>2010-04-12T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:15:10.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i wore my bday suit!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day I wore my 1st birthday suit!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy cos i got a surprise birthday party last weekend, thanks to my lovely hubby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most came and celebrated with me.. and i got to hold a sparkler and they sang the 'Happy Birthday' song for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so blessed and loved as my friends do remember and took out their precious Saturday night time to celebrate with me.. I really love them. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, thanks all! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-1402405451565347992?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/1402405451565347992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=1402405451565347992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1402405451565347992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1402405451565347992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-when-i-wore-my-bday-suit.html' title='the day when i wore my bday suit!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6708623853663718643</id><published>2010-04-09T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:38:01.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;But i might need to work tomorrow. :C Yawn~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my birthday is coming soon and Ad is celebrating it with me tomorrow.. :) and that makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i am enjoying my yami yogurt and i love it.. Peach with fruity pebbles. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collected my ring ytd as my bday gift (thanks to my mum)... love my new ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To share something that i always love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458054047805686306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S77nPQxXQiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuG1rUbej_Y/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6708623853663718643?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6708623853663718643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6708623853663718643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6708623853663718643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6708623853663718643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-friday.html' title='Its Friday!!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/S77nPQxXQiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuG1rUbej_Y/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3793057066166076262</id><published>2010-03-03T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:49:32.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia N97 Mini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S41PpEUQUnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EXreFiw0UxQ/s1600-h/1da274e7bb5c57ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095091512726130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S41PpEUQUnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EXreFiw0UxQ/s320/1da274e7bb5c57ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got this phone on 2nd March 2010. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy to get this phone till i couldnt sleep the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried the phone and its pretty good. Except that was one time when I cant seem to understand the functions of the connections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nonetheless, this phone is considered user friendly, equipped with cool functions like Youtube and Facebook. One disadvantage would be - there is no MSN! so i've to dwnload via ovi store by Nokia. Its free anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would give this phone 7.5*/10*. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3793057066166076262?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3793057066166076262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3793057066166076262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3793057066166076262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3793057066166076262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/03/nokia-n97-mini.html' title='Nokia N97 Mini'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/S41PpEUQUnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EXreFiw0UxQ/s72-c/1da274e7bb5c57ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5732059060173767578</id><published>2010-02-23T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:39:38.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went for interview yesterday and i am not sure if it has gone well or not. But i was stuck in the interview for nearly 2 hours. there are so many questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope thats a good sign....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, in the mean time, i am going for other positions available. and also to wait for the school to get back to me on the re-enrollment of my last module. yap, i flunked it and i got to re-module. thats a major hiccup and i seriously dislike it. cos i am gonna waste money and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i should have studied hard but its kinda hard for this last module and i really spent time on studying for the re-exam. but still, i failed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i will just work hard for the next round, pass and get my cert. wish me all the best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is the picture we took for Berd's bday on 6th Feb. Ad and I decorated the cake ourselves and the process was fun. we intend to make more cakes from there. it was so personalised, with a human touch. besides, the cake is not expensive too. the largest cost only $28.80. we love the cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441108168212476034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S4KzDP7H8II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gzCoHws6rUQ/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5732059060173767578?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5732059060173767578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5732059060173767578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5732059060173767578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5732059060173767578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-tuesday.html' title='its tuesday!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/S4KzDP7H8II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gzCoHws6rUQ/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2954371356297884527</id><published>2010-02-22T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:08:01.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eK7RCmR-9I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/1eK7RCmR-9I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me Gaga&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen one like that before&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;You amaze me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart&lt;br /&gt;(You little monster)&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart out&lt;br /&gt;(You amaze me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him, look at me, that boy is bad&lt;br /&gt;And honestly he's a wolf in disguise&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before&lt;br /&gt;She mumbled something while we got down on the floor, baby&lt;br /&gt;We might've fucked not really sure, don't quite recall&lt;br /&gt;But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, er-er-er-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart&lt;br /&gt;(I love that girl)&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart&lt;br /&gt;(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He licked his lips, said to me&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you look good enough to eat&lt;br /&gt;Put his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Said, "Boy, now get your paws right off me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before&lt;br /&gt;[ Lady Gaga Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] &lt;br /&gt;She mumbled something while we got down on the floor, baby&lt;br /&gt;We might've fucked not really sure, don't quite recall&lt;br /&gt;But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, er-er-er-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart&lt;br /&gt;(I love that girl)&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart&lt;br /&gt;(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart, he ate my heart&lt;br /&gt;Instead he's a monster in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna just dance but he took me home instead&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, there was a monster in my bed&lt;br /&gt;We French kissed on a subway train&lt;br /&gt;He tore my clothes right off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart then he ate my brain, uh oh, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;(I love that girl, wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster&lt;br /&gt;(Could I love him?)&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster&lt;br /&gt;(Could I love him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster&lt;br /&gt;(Could I love him?)&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a monster, er-er-er-er&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2954371356297884527?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2954371356297884527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2954371356297884527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2954371356297884527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2954371356297884527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady-gaga-monster.html' title='Lady Gaga - Monster'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2886965577404341728</id><published>2010-02-19T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:09:07.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free as a bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am finally free!!! Free from the 'torture'!! I am so happy. Never have I been so happy before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today marks the 1st day of my freedom. So now I can do anything I want.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, I am going for an interview this Monday at a recruitment agency. I sent the resume yesterday and they called me today for tele-interview and to arrange appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope I can pull thru' the interview. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my hubby bought a bag for me for my valentine's day and anniversary day. Its DKNY Active. I love this bag cos its simple and versatile. :D Cant find picture to show you guys.. so if you meet up with me, you might get to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, i gtg and pack up to go to Ad hse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ciao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2886965577404341728?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2886965577404341728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2886965577404341728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2886965577404341728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2886965577404341728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/02/free-as-bird.html' title='Free as a bird'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2988049785547513716</id><published>2010-02-12T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:29:04.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S3S85Qh-Z0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7NrRYmWtrw4/s1600-h/CNY_EDM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437178342019065666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S3S85Qh-Z0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7NrRYmWtrw4/s400/CNY_EDM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S3S8xkJ2iXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mWJrqiZRgnA/s1600-h/CNY_EDM.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S3S7iQVKFsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kOOTGmaJ86E/s1600-h/CNY_EDM.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2988049785547513716?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2988049785547513716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2988049785547513716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2988049785547513716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2988049785547513716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/S3S85Qh-Z0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7NrRYmWtrw4/s72-c/CNY_EDM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-9175352215854784239</id><published>2010-02-09T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:25:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'This isnt a scene, its a god-damn arms race'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, this lyric came to my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time for me to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Married life is pretty much the same as our boy-girlfriends life. Perhaps, its because we have not lived together yet. We are waiting for the Chinese customary wedding to be over then we will stay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Ad's house is going thru a huge renovation. Therefore, Ad is crashing at my place for 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have tendered my resignation letter since last month and I am now serving my notice. I dont know what is my plan after this. Perhaps I should go look for part time jobs and take a break first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese New Year is coming and for this year, I dont feel the vibe and Ad thinks the same way too. And CNY is not as fun as what it used to be when we are young... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything seems to be different when we grow up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a picture which I love. Its taken by Ezra, Ad's best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436093778205373954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/S3DifVekdgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Jzw0xiXa_1w/s200/21044_273864667863_682277863_3498751_7424170_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joreen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-9175352215854784239?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/9175352215854784239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=9175352215854784239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/9175352215854784239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/9175352215854784239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-isnt-scene-its-god-damn-arms-race.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/S3DifVekdgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Jzw0xiXa_1w/s72-c/21044_273864667863_682277863_3498751_7424170_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5028170361962521879</id><published>2010-01-15T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:07:05.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomrrow is our big day. And we are so anxious about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day when we embark into our new journey and be committed to one another for the rest of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its a serious and heavy decision that we make and we cannot falter or change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope I can spend my life with him and I hope he thinks the same way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this post, I'll be sharing my vows with you guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' Adrian, with this ring, I take you as my wedded husband. You are my best friend and I cherish&lt;/span&gt; every day we spend together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life dropped an epic husband, the rarest of its loot table and I'm lucky enought to win the need roll. We've had ups and downs but we have been through it all together and there is nobody I would rather spend my life with then you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pledge to be faithful, patient and supportive. I pledge to put my need before greed and to brave the toughest instances by your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To love and respect you for the rest of my days, these I promise you.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Thanks to Ctrl+Alt+Del Comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose this vows as we both are gamers and love to play WoW. This vow reflect our love and feelings for each other. It seems like we are the main characters of the comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to find Adrian and have him in my life. Like the vow, he is indeed an epic husband which I could not ask for more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Adrian for accepting me as who I am and love me whole-heartedly. I promise I will do the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joreen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/37236299-5028170361962521879?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5028170361962521879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5028170361962521879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5028170361962521879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5028170361962521879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2010/01/16th-january-2010.html' title='16th January 2010'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5780687447798639904</id><published>2009-12-15T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:40:20.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;14th December 2009 marks the 1st year of Gong Gong's death anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naturally, I can't do well in work cos I can't concentrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss him and it has been a year. And I know I've not overcome the pain in me. I always remember this day in my heart cos it reminds someone dear to me. Although I only know him 3 years, I know he is a man who truly appreciate the people around him. And he is not biased as he loves everyone around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rest in peace Gong Gong. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take Care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5780687447798639904?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5780687447798639904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5780687447798639904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5780687447798639904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5780687447798639904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/12/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-880792460234097382</id><published>2009-12-11T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:28:18.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our mini big day - 16th Jan 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its now the end of the month when everyone's pockets burn a hole, buying gifts and dinners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its Xmas and New Year time.. Whoopie. I will be 22 next year. Damn, time really flies. Soon, I will be called as Mrs Chng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not that excited or anxious about our mini big day.. oh well, may be a little. But i still can go thru my daily routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I am going to finalize everything such as guest list, sitting arrangement, gown... etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many stuffs to settle and so little time and right now, i am bothered with our actual day a.k.a chinese wedding. we are searching for hotels and finalising the number of guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting married and marriage life are difficult tasks which must be handled with caution. One mistake may result in nasty consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God, please help me.... Please help me thru this 'tough' time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-880792460234097382?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/880792460234097382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=880792460234097382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/880792460234097382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/880792460234097382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-mini-big-day-16th-jan-2010.html' title='Our mini big day - 16th Jan 2010'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6709707026725452869</id><published>2009-11-09T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:44:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realise I've not been blogging for almost a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since I've taken up this new post, I've been busy and tend to become lazy and stop blogging. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, now I'm blogging again cos my blog needs something new. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its confirmed. 16th Jan 2010 will be our solemnisation ceremony and our beloved families and friends will participate in this once in a lifetime event. But, we will be going thru the chinese wedding in the later part of the year. The reason we chose 16th Jan 2010 is because thats our 3 rd year anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I initiated the date and Ad went along with it. Now I am having problems with the invitation cards as I'm doing it with Ad and we have no idea what to do with it. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moreover, I've yet to look for my gowns and other items for that special day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh god... please help me and my darling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6709707026725452869?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6709707026725452869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6709707026725452869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6709707026725452869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6709707026725452869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/11/opps.html' title='Opps'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2824078509877677244</id><published>2009-10-05T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:12:19.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been listening to Lady Gaga's music for these few days. I might get her album. My favourite song is Paparazzi. Its nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw, I may be becoming Mrs. Chng on 16 Jan 2010. Well, that comes as a sudden and fast news. But I can't wait for that day to arrive. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take care and see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2824078509877677244?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2824078509877677244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2824078509877677244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2824078509877677244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2824078509877677244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/10/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-1713979354845820119</id><published>2009-07-30T17:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:41:35.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Please Hurry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today is Thursday and seriously, it is too slow. The time is going too slowly... And I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went to see a doctor yesterday cos I've been feeling intense pain in my stomach. The doctor told me that it could be acid pain and the acid are now sticking to the walls of my stomach, trying to digest my stomach away. Now, that explains the pain. I'm on 5 days medication and its no joke. If I still don't recover from the 5 days medication, I am going for 2 weeks of medication. If it is still not working.. then I've to get  a telescope down my throat to see what's cooking in my stomach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sigh~ I dont know what is happening to me. I get very bad headaches after I ate the medicine. And I hope the pain is the sign of recovery. No pain, no gain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, let's talk about other stuffs. I am going to have steamboats with darling and mates tomorrow at Beach Road. On Saturday, I was hoping if we could catch a movie or go cycling before playing D&amp;amp;D with our mates at our mate's new house. (I love their beautiful house). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now the time is 5:38pm, another 40 mins to go... I wish the time really flies fast now cos I wanna go home and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And today, I learn a new thing (although it is not new to some) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;High expectations bring great disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. I can feel it .. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-1713979354845820119?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/1713979354845820119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=1713979354845820119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1713979354845820119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1713979354845820119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-please-hurry.html' title='Friday, Please Hurry!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3743947366998491962</id><published>2009-07-07T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:49:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money makes the world go round?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever my paycheck comes in, I'll start to calculate my monthly budget. I have a tight budget. Sigh. I asked my myself, when will I stop thinking of money.... Well, perhaps, I'll wait till I am super duper rich then maybe, I no need to worry about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah.. this will be quite a dry entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell myself.. money cannot make the world go round. Yes, money can get you most of your desires but not health, happiness, respect etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little depressed. Perhaps, I am worrying too much. I dont know what to worry about but it always wears me down. Why do I always have such feelings? Perhaps, I'll stop worrying one day. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried, I am depressed, I am confused, I am upset and I dont know why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried that people around me will leave me&lt;br /&gt;I am depressed that I have so much burdens&lt;br /&gt;I am confused as I dont know my goals/plans&lt;br /&gt;I am upset as I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I am like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know what I am writing. But these words are from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you speak from your heart, you dont need to make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3743947366998491962?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3743947366998491962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3743947366998491962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3743947366998491962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3743947366998491962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title='money makes the world go round?....'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7791168971129702253</id><published>2009-06-27T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:35:43.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Mr. Michael Jackson (1958 - 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;25th June 2009 is a day we will remember forever. The day when the King of Pop leaves us.. eternally. His songs, his moves and his charisma charm millions of people over the generations. We will always remember this legend, Michael Jackson. Hall of fame, here he comes! *salute*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here are songs which I love since young. Enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember The Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_n7cftdkl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_n7cftdkl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Billy Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fHoDWc22B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fHoDWc22B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Here are the next 2 videos which I can't post the videos. (they disabled the embed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlzdOUAzPl0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlzdOUAzPl0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt; ( Bad by Michael Jackson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkGOiS75Lwk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkGOiS75Lwk&lt;/a&gt; ( Beat It by Michael Jackson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rest In Peace Mr. Michael. You will be remembered forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;With Love &amp;amp; Respect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7791168971129702253?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7791168971129702253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7791168971129702253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7791168971129702253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7791168971129702253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-mr-michael-jackson-1958-2009.html' title='A Tribute to Mr. Michael Jackson (1958 - 2009)'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8335768565109645906</id><published>2009-06-15T00:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:03:03.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Next year will be the year which Ad and I will start a new life with each other. Well, we are prepared for it.. sorta. Moreover, our parents are okay with us getting married and they are talking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We've been together for almost 3 years so I guess we should be getting hitched soon. Besides his grandma seems to be eager about it (which is good btw.) :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;However, none of our parents want to stay with us if we buy a new house. They want us to move out and stay alone. Well, I don't mind the idea of staying alone with Ad but when he works night shift, i will be left alone at home... So Ad decided to get a puppy for me once we have a new house. So the puppy can accompany me. But I told Ad I might as well bring Kyle with me cos I'll miss him alot if he is not with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We are getting a 3-room / 4-room flat, depending on the price. Well, I'll defintely go for a 3 -room apartment as Ad wants his own R&amp;amp;R room, a room for his consoles, laptops and gadgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I guess we gonna get busy from next year onwards.. Hee. I dont mind. As long as I can be with Adrian. :) time to change my blogskin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8335768565109645906?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8335768565109645906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8335768565109645906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8335768565109645906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8335768565109645906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-life.html' title='A new life'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8922216129572701663</id><published>2009-06-02T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:12:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>背叛</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-all; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7hciWw2O3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7hciWw2O3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-all; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;雨　不停落下來　花　怎麼都不開&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;儘管我細心灌溉　你說不愛就不愛　我一個人　欣賞悲哀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-all; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;愛　只剩下無奈　我　一直不願再去猜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;鋼琴上黑鍵之間　永遠都夾著空白　缺了一塊　就不精采&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-all; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;緊緊相依的心如何&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;　你比我清楚還要我說明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;愛太深會讓人瘋狂的勇敢　我用背叛自己　完成你的期盼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-all; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;把手放開不問一句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;　當作最後一次對你的溺愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;冷冷清清淡淡今後都不管　只要你能愉快&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-all; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;心　有一句感慨　我　還能夠跟誰對白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;在你關上門之前　替我再回頭看看　那些片段　還在不在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-all; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;只要你能愉快&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8922216129572701663?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8922216129572701663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8922216129572701663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8922216129572701663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8922216129572701663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-goodbye-say-goodbye-repeat.html' title='背叛'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5029859260722528392</id><published>2009-05-22T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:26:40.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The week flies by fast, especially when I took a day off on Monday and sick leave on Tuesday. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I'm stuck at work, waiting to knock off and killing my time with tons of work. So, now I can blog with the peace of my mind as no one is walking by my desk to see what I am doing. Heee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I am supposed to meet Adrian after my school for supper (since we did not see each other yesterday). But he told me that he is meeting his friends who are from America. So I told him, okay.. why don't we meet tomorrow instead so that you can spend some private time with them (even though I want to spend some private time) But he told me that his friends are asking if I'm coming (I know his friends). But then he said something that is sweet and touching. He said he wants to announce to his friends that we are getting married with me by his side. I instantly agreed to meet up with him tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, guys can be sweet and touching too (at the right moment, of course) Heh.. thats my boy, Adrian who knows how to melt my heart at the right moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I'm happy to meet and fall in love with Adrian. I really thank God for such special arrangements. Without Adrian, I guess I would still be lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Adrian, thanks for everything. I can't wait to be your lawful wife and take care of you everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5029859260722528392?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5029859260722528392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5029859260722528392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5029859260722528392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5029859260722528392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/05/tgif-again.html' title='TGIF again!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8736346272078306137</id><published>2009-05-14T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:08:18.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shissou by Last Alliance (Ouran High)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9tkt5XcUQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9tkt5XcUQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Koko made kireba ii darou? doko made ga ok?&lt;br /&gt;Machi wo irodoru kigi wa moyougae kuri kaeshiteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawari hateta shirosa kawarenai yowasa&lt;br /&gt;Ima koko ni iru jibun wo shinjitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigi te hidari te furikazashite yami wo kiri saite go!&lt;br /&gt;Itsuwari wa nai ze kakugo kimeteru ze&lt;br /&gt;Sutaato kitta sono shunkan kara sekai wa hirogaru sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabataki wo kuri kaesu furuku iroaseta&lt;br /&gt;Gaito ni michibikare itsumo no kaerimichi wo yuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabireta machi ni natsukashii kaze ga fuki&lt;br /&gt;Oikaze ni natte senaka osunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namida kareru made sono akirame mune ni shimatte stop!&lt;br /&gt;Gooru wa nai ze ori kaeshi mo nai ze&lt;br /&gt;Kaze wo kitta kakenukeru kagiri nai shissou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's return those bitter days hirakete minai ka?&lt;br /&gt;Yume toji kometa pandora no hako wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen te go te dochira to te koma susumerya banji ok!&lt;br /&gt;Yasundemo ii ze ore wa shitteru ze&lt;br /&gt;Koko made no prosesu sore ga kimi no akashisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigi te hidari te furikazashite yami wo furi saite go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8736346272078306137?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8736346272078306137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8736346272078306137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8736346272078306137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8736346272078306137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/05/shissou-by-last-alliance-ouran-high.html' title='Shissou by Last Alliance (Ouran High)'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4457177890257795302</id><published>2009-05-12T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:11:30.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a while since I blogged. Been lazy and tired to blog about anything. It seems like there is nothing to blog about. I don't know. Guess I'm having my same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed out my 1st week of school (last semester). I guess I'm still in my holiday mood. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this semester, I probably will get my Dip. (if I don't fail any of the last few subjects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a quick update on what I did over the past few weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On 9th May 09, we went to Crystal Jade In-Dining @ Vivo to celebrate Mother's Day with Ad's family and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;2. After which, we went to pay our respects to his grandfather at Ann Le Memorial Park.&lt;br /&gt;3. Went back to Ad's house and WOW for alittle and went to Parkway for dinner with Mark and Mango. Went to see Charcoal (Mark's dog) and the guys played PS 3 till 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird to see Ad's Grandma reaction during the lunch at Crystal Jade. She was extremely happy to see me and it's kinda different from the usual. So when I asked Ad about it yesterday, he explained she probably knows we are getting married next year. So I was like, Oh... I see. (She has been asking Ad and his mum when we are settling down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing and saving for wedding is quite an headach for me esp. when I like to spend. So, for now, I am asking myself to save and not to spend so much.. Sigh. Why do we need to spend so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I have to discipline myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4457177890257795302?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4457177890257795302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4457177890257795302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4457177890257795302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4457177890257795302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-tuesday.html' title='What a Tuesday'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4329003948369715786</id><published>2009-04-29T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:15:36.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do I seem to be enthusiastic about it when he seems to be not interested. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really don't know if we should go with the plan cos everything is not in place yet and we are not prepared (as in our pockets). Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mind you all, this will be quite a depressing entry. So if you have weak hearts, depression, suicidal thoughts or whatsoever, please do not read. &lt;em&gt;(DISCLAIMER: The Management will not be responsible for any deaths or injuries incurred during the process of reading.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I often wonder why do we have to consistently be worried and planning our lives? Are our lives that unpredictable and fragile? Maybe it is, I won't know. But there's one thing I'm sure of - I'm absolutely sick of doing all these planning and worrying. I really want to give up on planning and thinking of what to do next. I just want to live day-by-day without worrying anything while doing my part. You can call me selfish etc.. but why should I bother so much while others are not giving a damn about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please excuse me while I'm being too emo. Perhaps I'm tired of what I have been doing for all these times. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All I can say to myself is kumbateh (means stays on in english - i suppose?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is a rainy day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4329003948369715786?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4329003948369715786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4329003948369715786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4329003948369715786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4329003948369715786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/04/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4716883367492159182</id><published>2009-04-20T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:22:15.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I start to ponder over a question: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;' Why do girls love to have expensive gifts?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;well, i know not all girls think that way but somehow or rather some girls do think that way. Well, i'm a living example.  my most recent expensive stuff which i receive is the lacoste summer bag which cost $170. Ad bought it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But for the sake of our wedding, we agree to save up our money and tighten our budget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We plan to get married by end of next year. Why the rush? Let me see.. Ad's grandma is asking Ad and Ad's mum when we are getting married. Well, by next year, we will be together for 3 years. So, i think we should get married and Ad is not getting younger. (he wants to get married before 30) Yes, we are 6 years apart. I never expect or see myself to get hitched so young. But since i found the man of my life... why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked Genn to be sister for my wedding. She agreed to it but was shocked at the same time as in why I got hitched at such young age? Well, i told her my time is up and I believe Ad is the one for me. She nodded her head and expressed her happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with Ad and take care of him. It's going to be a tough job but i know i can handle it very well.  Since I've found my precious, I'll definitely treasure him and love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just a happy and blessed little girl who found her Mr. Right. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4716883367492159182?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4716883367492159182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4716883367492159182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4716883367492159182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4716883367492159182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7835021085996324314</id><published>2009-04-14T12:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:24:47.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath of the celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;14th April 2009 - 2 days after my bday celebration&lt;br /&gt;Note: I would like to thank all for joining this celebration of Joreen breathing in this earth for 21 years. (and still going on... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had such a good celebration and would definitely want more but at the expanse of my parents' money (they had burnt a big hole in their pocket).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've have received many warm and true wishes from my friends and loved ones. I was really happy on that day and the bady wish I had is for everyone who came. I loved them just like how they loved me. I was really touched. And of course, I received 2 Raulph Lauren Notorious on that day, but different sizes. Haha. I was so shocked when I saw 2 identical perfumes. Thanks for those who bought that for me. And now, I can officially striked off from my wishlist. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also gotten 2 bday cakes from my mum and Ad's mum. The story goes that both mums knew that I don't have a bday cake (cos I dont want to have 1). So my mum went to preorder 1 on Sat night and Ad brought it on Sunday. Ad's mum called me after she learnt from Ad that I don't have a cake and secretly bought one from Secret Recipe. So thats how I got my 2 cakes. But I've to thank both mums for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's 1 person I must truly admire and salute to - my mum. Cos she prepared all the good foods for my bday bash. Everyone in the party simply loves her cooking and even want her to start a cooking lesson! Haha. Everyone praises my mum for being a great cook and of course I am proud to say that's my mum! Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I would like to thank some as they have rendered much help for this event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adrian (for helping me and staying with me throughout the 3 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bernard (for helping me out in the chalet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jess (for helping me out in the chalet and keeping me accompany while the guys have their fun) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;4. Basil (for making the great booze/cocktail for everyone and keeping up the good fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 days were intense and good fun. I really enjoyed, so much that I feel lazy and reluctant to come back to work. haha.. I want more. maybe i will organise another chalet next time for relaxing purposes. but this time at downtown east. heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a unforgettable day for me. I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7835021085996324314?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7835021085996324314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7835021085996324314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7835021085996324314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7835021085996324314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/04/aftermath-of-celebration.html' title='The Aftermath of the celebration'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5178832863251610330</id><published>2009-04-01T11:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:22:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, exams and exams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;blogging from my phone and i am stuck at work... Bored cos i am kinda free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first paper examination. And i have not studied yet. Sigh. Too much distraction and too lazy. Haha. Of course, too much wow. Well, i managed to discipline myself to study despite my sudden interest in my own nintendo. (had been playing cake mania 2) haha. Oh welll, to be away from all these distractions, i am going to study at national library today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then. I gtg. Starting to act busy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata and ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5178832863251610330?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5178832863251610330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5178832863251610330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5178832863251610330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5178832863251610330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/04/exams-exams-and-exams.html' title='Exams, exams and exams..'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5660535012547513672</id><published>2009-03-27T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:23:01.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new bag!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ad bought me my favourite bag on Monday.. I am so happy! He bought for me as a birthday gift. I had a hard time thinking of buying which colour. I wanted to buy the blue one as it matches with jeans. But I realise the pink looks good on me. So I bought pink.. and thats my first pink bag!! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317538981999469234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/Scuxh9Ve4rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q4UFfzm6nEo/s200/bag.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I kind of like the pink.. not the bright pink.. its called the begiona pink. It took me awhile to find this bag as i saw it on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;www.lacoste.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they don't have the website for Singapore. Fortunately, I am able to find the Singapore's store locations and there are only 2! One is at Suntec City (besides Samsonite) and one is at Centerpoint. But if you really want to see Lacoste bags, i think there are only 2 places selling it. One is at Suntec and the other one is at Takashimaya, the departmental store. But the latter has lesser designs. As compared, the store at Suntec City has the widest range of designs. So I thank God for the only shop which Lacoste opens in Singapore. If not, I've to purchase it from America and it definitely cost more!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I am thinking of getting a card holder as I've many cards.. Hee. I bet Ad is going to respond to this.. ;P I am JUST thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really thank Ad for buying such an expensive gift for me. I am thinking of bringing him out for a good dinner tomorrow. I want to show him my appreciation and I really love him. I think I know where to bring him to have a good dinner. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I gotta go and sleep if not I'll get nagged by Ad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5660535012547513672?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5660535012547513672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5660535012547513672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5660535012547513672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5660535012547513672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-bag.html' title='My new bag!!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/Scuxh9Ve4rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q4UFfzm6nEo/s72-c/bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5727522717046496210</id><published>2009-03-02T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:23:34.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As you all know, my birthday is 1 month away from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tentatively, I'm planning to have book a chalet for the party. I'll let you know the exact details again (if you're interested)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish list for the stuffs I want to get this year, preferably my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Gaming Laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. PSP Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. SK-II Facial Treatment Essence (Got It!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Toscano clutch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Penang Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Lacoste Summer Holiday Beach Bag (Got It!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Raulph Lauren Notorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. PS3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. To save enough for next year ROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope I can have all by this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5727522717046496210?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5727522717046496210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5727522717046496210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5727522717046496210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5727522717046496210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday-wishlist.html' title='My birthday wishlist'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2555282331285505887</id><published>2009-03-01T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:44:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ad, whatever tomorrow brings, I'll always be there for you. I really can't wait for the ROM in next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love you darling. Thank you for loving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2555282331285505887?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2555282331285505887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2555282331285505887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2555282331285505887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2555282331285505887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/03/drive.html' title='Drive'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4808360169461221699</id><published>2009-02-28T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:01:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E71</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Had renewed my contract with Starhub. So, I got myself a Nokia E71 to replace my Samsung Omnia. I found out that the Samsung Omnia is not fantastic at all. So I decided to give up on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So thats how Nokia E71 looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2780944545_0475b04478.jpg?v=0" alt="Nokia E71 by tekgik." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Had received several good reviews on the phone. So, I will stick to my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alrighty then. I gotta go and sell my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tata~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4808360169461221699?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4808360169461221699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4808360169461221699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4808360169461221699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4808360169461221699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/02/e71.html' title='E71'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7011557896626847948</id><published>2009-02-10T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:42:49.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 10th Feb 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't think of a proper title as I am in my office. (8:36am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's very quiet just like normal. And that makes me want to sleep. I'm now lookng for job for Ad. He is out of job, thanks to the school he was working in. The school decided to cut his pay and did not give him the benefits which he should be entitled to. I mean, come on, you have signed the contract and you can just deduct his pay because of his qualifications?! That's absurb! So, Ad decided to leave the school despite their begging. Well, I mean, if you can't even carry out what is stated in the contract, why should he stay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time, I watch our families stood up for him and agreed on his decision. Well, I stood by him and gave him all the support I can give. :) Afterall, he is my darling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying my best to look for a job for him. Sigh, I wish he could find a job real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone, job recommendations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7011557896626847948?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7011557896626847948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7011557896626847948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7011557896626847948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7011557896626847948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-10th-feb-2009.html' title='Tuesday, 10th Feb 2009'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4102694029021476190</id><published>2009-02-03T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:47:54.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shopping Spree with Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, we went to Orchard for dinner and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad bought Davidoff's Cool Water (Game) at CK Tangs for me. Surprisingly, they have gifts with every purchase of more than $100. So I got myself a travel bag, big enough to contain clothes/necessities for traveling in 3 days 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got SK-II products for Aunty Anne and a Mask for myself. I did not inform the Beauty Consultant (BC) that I am Joreen, the Crystal Club Hotline Agent. FYI -  I work in SK-II Hotline and the BCs know me well as we liaise with each other closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I just pretend that I'm a normal Customer and she professionally explained all the necessary details to me. So I'm quite happy with her overall services. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ad was grumbling that if I were to tell them who I am, I'll have discount. But, I didn't want to as I want to see how they serve the Customers at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below shows the items I got from my shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SYhl_O6i04I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7Y9Komigosk/s1600-h/SNC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SYhl_O6i04I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7Y9Komigosk/s200/SNC00021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298597098611200898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad just told me that he got me a teddy bear from the 'Build A Bear Workshop' I am so happy as that will be the 2nd bear I got from the store. I can't wait to see how the bear looks like. :D That's my Valentine Gift and I am going to buy Ad a good dinner at Fish and Co.  We decided to go and celebrate this Sat to avoid the crowd during V. day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thanks Ad. Thanks for everything. Love you much! Muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this Sat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then. I got to go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4102694029021476190?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4102694029021476190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4102694029021476190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4102694029021476190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4102694029021476190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-shopping-spree-with-baby.html' title='My Shopping Spree with Baby'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/SYhl_O6i04I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7Y9Komigosk/s72-c/SNC00021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4388440875203535767</id><published>2009-01-25T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:12:26.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the time of the year</title><content type='html'>Happy Lunar New Year to All!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you have a blessed and wonderful year ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joreen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Choi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4388440875203535767?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4388440875203535767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4388440875203535767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4388440875203535767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4388440875203535767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the time of the year'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7156171006298866076</id><published>2009-01-02T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:59:34.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;He spends his nights in California&lt;br /&gt;Watching the stars on the big screen&lt;br /&gt;And then he lies awake and he wonders&lt;br /&gt;Why can't that be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in his life he's filled with all these good intentions&lt;br /&gt;He's left a lot of things he'd rather not mention right now&lt;br /&gt;Just before he says good-night&lt;br /&gt;He looks up with a little smile at me and he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;If I could be like that&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to live one day in those shoes&lt;br /&gt;If I could be like that&lt;br /&gt;What would I do&lt;br /&gt;What would I do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in dreams we run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends her days up in the North Park&lt;br /&gt;Watching the people as they pass&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;With a safe home&lt;br /&gt;And a warm bed&lt;br /&gt;On a quiet little street&lt;br /&gt;All she wants is just that something to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;That's all she needs&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into this&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, we run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Falling in&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm&lt;br /&gt;Falling into this again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7156171006298866076?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7156171006298866076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7156171006298866076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7156171006298866076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7156171006298866076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-like-that.html' title='Be Like That'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8538057034399758726</id><published>2008-12-29T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:59:02.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Memories by Slipknot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sitting in the dark I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I realize the time I'll never get&lt;br /&gt;Another story of the bitter pills of fate&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back again, I can't go back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you asked me to love you and I did&lt;br /&gt;Traded my emotions for a contract to commit&lt;br /&gt;And when I got away I only got so far&lt;br /&gt;The other me is dead. I hear his voice inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never alive&lt;br /&gt;And we won't be born again&lt;br /&gt;But I will never survive&lt;br /&gt;With dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me to love you and I did&lt;br /&gt;Tied my soul into a knot and got me to submit&lt;br /&gt;So when I got away, I only kept my scars&lt;br /&gt;The other me is gone. Now I don't know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never alive&lt;br /&gt;And we won't be born again&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never survive&lt;br /&gt;With dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead visions in your name&lt;br /&gt;Dead fingers in my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead memories in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiaFz07y7oc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/OiaFz07y7oc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8538057034399758726?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8538057034399758726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8538057034399758726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8538057034399758726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8538057034399758726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/12/dead-memories-by-slipknot.html' title='Dead Memories by Slipknot'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6466883321986154142</id><published>2008-12-16T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:54:14.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>In response to Ad's blog, I know you are not blaming anyone but I just feel bad as he was looking for us when he is about to go. yet, we are not there to say our final goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were not in KL, we could have seen him for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;He loves us so much yet when he is looking for us, we are not there for him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really hope that I can turn back time and cancel the trip. So that we can spend more time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not his granddaughter, he treats me like one and I can feel it. He can even remembered what I like to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of him, I can't help but cry. I am trying to be strong (cos I know he doesn't like to see us cry) but I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let me feel the love of a Grandfather as I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope God can be merciful by bringing him back to Heaven which is a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that I can't send Grandpa for the last time on Thursday. So I tried to come down these 2 days and spend somemore time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love him and treat him as my Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, I just want to say, thank you for taking care of me and showering me with concerns. I truly respect you from my heart. Take care and rest well in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest well in God's arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6466883321986154142?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6466883321986154142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6466883321986154142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6466883321986154142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6466883321986154142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/12/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3252102872683539758</id><published>2008-12-10T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:20:13.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We wish you a metal X'mas and a headbanging New Year</title><content type='html'>X'mas is coming and I'm going to KL this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about the trip :) Cos it would be the first time I visit KL with Ad and not my family. (The last time I went there I was just a kiddo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is considered the 2nd trip for us. We went to Genting Highlands for our first trip. It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. But I've yet to pack my bag yet. I've not even come out with a list yet. Haha!! I think I will start doing it tomorrow cos I'm on leave. Nothing much to pack cos I'm bringing a backpack only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to buy for family/friends for X'mas gifts. Hmmm.. and I hope I can buy some clothes or shoes for my Chinese New Year. There is mega sales over there so I hope I can get some good deals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my trip.. cos I want to talk about D&amp;amp;D! I am so fascinated with D&amp;amp;D that I want to play with Ad, Ben and Ju the next time round. Well, D&amp;amp;D is a role-playing game and I chose to be a female fighter a.k.a tanker. My alignment for this char is good but somehow or rather, I have a evil/nasty mouth. I am quite bitchy as what the guys said. I always make them laugh. It was fun as it really stimulates my brain to think of the solutions when I am being chased by monsters or fighting with monsters. It's really a cool game and I think everybody should try this game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work, but its lunch time so my office is pretty quiet. I'm going to have my lunch in 45 mins time and i hope i know what to eat by then. I had mud cake muffin for my late breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i got to go. will upload my KL trip's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SILENT NIGHT HOLY NIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3252102872683539758?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3252102872683539758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3252102872683539758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3252102872683539758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3252102872683539758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-wish-you-metal-xmas-and-headbanging.html' title='We wish you a metal X&apos;mas and a headbanging New Year'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3051969856387566810</id><published>2008-12-08T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:58:54.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I took a walk around the world &lt;br /&gt;To ease my troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;I left my body lying somewhere&lt;br /&gt;In the sands of times&lt;br /&gt;But I watched the world go &lt;br /&gt;To the dark side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel there's nothing I can do, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the world go &lt;br /&gt;To the dark side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;After all I knew it had to be &lt;br /&gt;Something to do with you&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t mind what happens now and then&lt;br /&gt;As long as you’ll be my friend at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still&lt;br /&gt;Call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I’m alive and well, will you be&lt;br /&gt;There a-holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep you by my side &lt;br /&gt;With my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me strong, you called me weak,&lt;br /&gt;But still your secrets I will keep&lt;br /&gt;You took for granted all the times &lt;br /&gt;I never let you down&lt;br /&gt;You stumbled in and bumped your head, &lt;br /&gt;If not for me then you'd be dead&lt;br /&gt;I picked you up and put you back&lt;br /&gt;On solid ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still&lt;br /&gt;Call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I’m alive and well, &lt;br /&gt;Will you be there a-holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep you by my side &lt;br /&gt;With my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still&lt;br /&gt;Call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I’m alive and well, will you be there&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep you by my side &lt;br /&gt;With my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still&lt;br /&gt;Call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, &lt;br /&gt;Will you be there a-holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side &lt;br /&gt;With my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3051969856387566810?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3051969856387566810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3051969856387566810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3051969856387566810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3051969856387566810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/12/kryptonite-3-doors-down.html' title='Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-496120599830290999</id><published>2008-11-09T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:08:42.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreal Tournanment</title><content type='html'>Nope. I'm not talking about the PC game, Unreal Tournament.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seems to be unreal to me now. I feel so confused, tired and i can't seem to differentiate what is right and wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.E. Everything is so screwed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro came to me again. I was shocked and surprised, thinking that I've not seen him for so long. As usual, he smacked my head and hugged me. But I never expect to see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is not really my bro. I know him thru' ad. We got along well and he takes care of me like his baby sister.. (he doesn't have a sister, i suppose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came to me cos I was having a serious fight with ad, like I just hit the bottle neck for my relationship. I feel so tired, and I want to run away. But I know I couldn't run away.. Ad needs me and no matter how far I run, it still comes to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh.. but everything went smooth after he left. I calmed down and so was Ad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason for me fighting with Ad is simple yet ridiculous.. my dental fee. It costs about $246, cos I did cavity dressing and deep scaling. so I was very mentally prepared for the fee. But Ad was not prepared (FYI- I paid the fee myself). So he started to give me the i-so-concerned-yet-i-am-so-pissed-about-the-fee look. no doubt, i got pissed to me, so we kept quite throughout our journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got so heated up after we reached Ad's house. The fight lasted for approxmately 1 hour.. Thanks to Jeff (my bro), we stopped and due to crying too much, I fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I would like to dedicate 'Never gonna give you up' by Rick Astley to Ad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for what I had said and done. I love you. I'll never hurt you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joreen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Never gonna give you up, never let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-496120599830290999?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/496120599830290999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=496120599830290999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/496120599830290999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/496120599830290999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/11/unreal-tournanment.html' title='Unreal Tournanment'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6117890130165066124</id><published>2008-10-26T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T03:12:09.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I took a walk around the world to &lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubled mind &lt;br /&gt;I left my body laying somewhere &lt;br /&gt;In the sands of time &lt;br /&gt;I watched the world float to the dark &lt;br /&gt;Side of the moon &lt;br /&gt;I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the world float to the &lt;br /&gt;Dark side of the moon &lt;br /&gt;After all I knew it had to be something &lt;br /&gt;To do with you &lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind what happens now and then &lt;br /&gt;As long as you'll be my friend at the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still &lt;br /&gt;Call me Superman &lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be &lt;br /&gt;There holding my hand &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with &lt;br /&gt;My superhuman might &lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me strong, you called me weak &lt;br /&gt;But your secrets I will keep &lt;br /&gt;You took for granted all the times I &lt;br /&gt;Never let you down &lt;br /&gt;You stumbled in and bumped your head, if &lt;br /&gt;Not for me then you would be dead &lt;br /&gt;I picked you up and put you back &lt;br /&gt;On solid ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still &lt;br /&gt;Call me Superman &lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well will you be &lt;br /&gt;There holding my hand &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my &lt;br /&gt;Superhuman might &lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to be released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6117890130165066124?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6117890130165066124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6117890130165066124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6117890130165066124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6117890130165066124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/10/kryptonite.html' title='Kryptonite'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3079905835488643151</id><published>2008-09-17T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:23:22.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do S'pore Paralympians deserve more recognition?</title><content type='html'>My answer would be yes!, dumbheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question bother me and I wonder - 'why do paralympians excel in Paralympics and whereas all the able bodies (in fact all PRCs) participated in Olympics wins nothing but Silver.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me stupid excuses and reasons as that won't satisfy me. Our true blue Singaporeans, despite being disabled, still score perfectly in Paralympics. Giving all their hearts and souls in to the matches and win every possible match out there. They went against all odds to win and preserver till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly salute to all these heroes and heroines as they prove to the whole world that even though they can't be normal and able people, they can do way better than the able bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we, the able bodies be ashamed of what was presented infront of us? Some of us look down on them, laugh at them and even make a fool out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a good lesson for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salute~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3079905835488643151?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3079905835488643151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3079905835488643151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3079905835488643151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3079905835488643151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-spore-paralympians-deserve-more.html' title='Do S&apos;pore Paralympians deserve more recognition?'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3998213040774404643</id><published>2008-09-16T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:35:36.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to make u smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SM_CrRhFEbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VAoPGP0oB2Y/s1600-h/Lite20080913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SM_CrRhFEbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VAoPGP0oB2Y/s200/Lite20080913.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246626139602227634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry. I think the picture is kinda small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's the conversation which Lilah and Ethan (couple) have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L: Lilah  E: Ethan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L: What's it with guys and boobs, anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E: What's it with girls and shoes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L: We like to find shoes that match our outfits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E: Yeah, well.. we like to find boobs that match our hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L: ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/"&gt;www.ctrlaltdel-online.com&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its a good comedy for gamers as its mainly about games and Relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You will find elements of surprise in the comic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joreen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hereby salute to the participants in the Paralympics. They are, apparently, better than the able bodies&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3998213040774404643?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3998213040774404643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3998213040774404643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3998213040774404643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3998213040774404643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-to-make-u-smile.html' title='Something to make u smile.'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/SM_CrRhFEbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VAoPGP0oB2Y/s72-c/Lite20080913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4980580950165756988</id><published>2008-09-10T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:32:09.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day...</title><content type='html'>Just 1 more day, Joreen. Just 1 day. Stay calm. You can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. my Omnia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Wall-E yesterday. It was quite a good show which made Ad and I laughed alot. We wonder why some people said it's a bad movie. Well, I told Ad everybody has different perceptions and views on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Wednesday Blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope time flies real fast as I want to go home and rest.. Have been waking up since 7am every morning to work cos my timeslot has changed to 8am now. but I get to go home 1 hr earlier.. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then. End of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You die without a cause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4980580950165756988?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4980580950165756988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4980580950165756988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4980580950165756988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4980580950165756988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day...'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5365278313153197970</id><published>2008-09-09T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:45:34.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days to omina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they dont send my omnia on thurs before 9pm... I'll make sure Singtel disappears from this tiny red dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try me if you dare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5365278313153197970?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5365278313153197970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5365278313153197970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5365278313153197970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5365278313153197970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-more-days-to-omina.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8338055377515513307</id><published>2008-09-08T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:02:00.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnia... where are you?!</title><content type='html'>Went to Parkway Parade's Singtel shop to purchase my Omnia. Thank God we lined up before the store opens. Within just 5 mins, there are many people queueing up behind us. Ad and I were startled by what we saw. We felt relieved that we queued up before the store opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... when we went to the information counter to ask about Ad's plan and the phone. We realised that we have to pay $528 for the phone instead of $398 which we saw online. Ad was wondering why the price in Singtel shop is higher than the price seen online. I told Ad that maybe Singtel is trying to promote customers to purchase online. this is to reduce the human traffic seen almost everyday at Singtel shop. I dont know what special powers does Singtel have (maybe iphone!) but they never fail to have long queues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, my Omnia is coming on Thurs. I cant wait to see my new baby phone. the countdown is gruesome and tiring. or lets just say that i'm stuck with a old lousy phone. it was my house spare phone actually. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well! another 3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give the 'critics' once i got my hands onto the phone. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a showdown of Iphone and Omnia. As these 2 phones are real competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my omina... where are you?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8338055377515513307?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8338055377515513307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8338055377515513307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8338055377515513307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8338055377515513307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/09/omnia-where-are-you.html' title='Omnia... where are you?!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6837173506111865239</id><published>2008-08-27T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:39:48.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'poreans speak better English now?!</title><content type='html'>Read this news report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/371872/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/371872/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! Since when, I mean, since when did Singaporeans speak better English? With all the 'ya lar, ya lo, why leh and who har ....' It is hard to understand and be convinced that Singaporeans speak better English now. What a JOKE. Yes, a joke. With all the le, la, lo, leh and har, I don't think Singapore is ready to tell the whole world that we are speaking good English now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hear many inconsiderate and rude Singaporeans speaking to each other in le lah or lor. Oh, and how could we miss out the teenage wannabe punks who speak in such fascinating language. The best part is Singaporeans just like to translate their Mandarin sentences into English sentences which make it sound and look weird. Maybe we are born to be translators one day. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Singaporeans will NEVER be able to speak good English UNLESS they learn. With all the broken English and Singlish in the picture, it's hard for Singaporeans to speak better or even perfect English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not bringing down (sad to say) my own nation and my fellow country mates. But if we are more down to earth and look into reality and yes indeed, we can't speak proper English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreigners especially Caucasians don't even understand what we are talking about and we are oblivious to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, Singaporeans are bloody proud of their so-called English a.k.a Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, wake up Singapore, it's time to speak good English and save your last piece of diginity and pride as a Singaporean who can and is able to speak proper English. Don't let our money get wasted onto useless English Speaking Campaigns held by the blood-sucking government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold... the mighty of Adrian's Inferno Hell School of Well Spoken English!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6837173506111865239?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6837173506111865239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6837173506111865239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6837173506111865239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6837173506111865239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/08/singaporeans-speak-better-english-now.html' title='S&apos;poreans speak better English now?!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7461127883686745342</id><published>2008-08-25T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:38:23.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided to go to Sentosa on Satuday to chill since we have not been there for so long. But, it was raining and I had prepared all the foods for nothing. In the end, we landed our arses in Pacific Coffee and played bomberman via Nintendo. We had a nice afternoon. Then we went back to Ad's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met early in the morning at 10am for a Pulau Ubin Trip. It was fun until we realised the bike we rented has a major problem - brakes not working! We had to push the bike like an idoit up and downhill. We had a bad experience when we went down the hill too fast and in the end Ad had to use his leg to stop the bike and I was screaming away. We went to mangrove swamps to walk and fed mossies at the same time. We saw mudskippers and a big mysterious bird up at a tree (and it looks like a vulture anyway) But it was raining cats and dogs but we decided to ride our bikes all the way down back to the stupid bike shop. Both Ad and I had to brake with our feet. When we reached the bike shop, we complained loudly so that everybody could hear (and yeap it did). Everyone was looking at us and the old man still had the cheek to smile and asked if we want to exchange a new bike and Ad shouted, finished already la! and then the son asked, is it?! and Ad was so pissed off as the guy was picking a fight. We are so fucking pissed as the guy didnt even apologise and didint even do any refund. I can't remember the bike shop but it is near to the end of the whole stretch of bike shops. it is near to the chinese temple and is run by father and son team. The son is pretty young but they are fucking rude. So guys, if you treasure your life, please DO NOT rent bicycles from this shop. They told you how good their bikes are. But they look like some scrap metals for $15 and that was their best bikes! The brakes are not working and it will change gears automatically esp. when we go uphill. So please.. however read my blog entry, please DO NOT rent bicycles from them. They are really renting bicycles with problems and they are REALLY rude. Please heed my advice. Dont be like us... having a bike which cant work at all. It was quite a unhappy experience for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy but sore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7461127883686745342?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7461127883686745342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7461127883686745342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7461127883686745342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7461127883686745342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-weekend.html' title='Over the weekend'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7895050791851560216</id><published>2008-08-21T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:50:37.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my new blog skin.</title><content type='html'>This skin caught my eyes when i visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i downloaded and uploaded it and ta-dah.. here it is. It really looks like a notebook and i praise the creator for this excellent blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also added a new segment - Song of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may check it out at the last tab. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 23rd August 2008 I'm going to Sentosa with Ad. Interested parties, please contact me and i'll bring ya along. the more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Nelson and Priscilla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7895050791851560216?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7895050791851560216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7895050791851560216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7895050791851560216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7895050791851560216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-out-my-new-blog-skin.html' title='Check out my new blog skin.'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8778560723446424038</id><published>2008-08-15T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:38:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>had a meeting with my company's client today and found out who is going to replace Sufiah who is leaving us. -_-'' haha.. i hope meaw and i can get along well with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so brain dead yet i want to write a blog entry. had the urge to write but i am speechless, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finish my exams yesterday and now waiting for result to come. now i have 3 weeks of peace and away from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap... i have totally nothing to write. so i'm gonna sign off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is like a box of choco. You'll never know what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8778560723446424038?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8778560723446424038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8778560723446424038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8778560723446424038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8778560723446424038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5543257395620876432</id><published>2008-08-08T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:42:51.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook.</title><content type='html'>Visit me @ Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/people/Joreen_Justeen/682277863" title="Joreen Justeen's Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/682277863.268.1489254964.png" border="0" alt="Joreen Justeen's Facebook profile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5543257395620876432?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5543257395620876432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5543257395620876432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5543257395620876432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5543257395620876432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/08/facebook.html' title='Facebook.'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6747736249046034444</id><published>2008-08-04T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:17:29.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamemug - The Game Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SJazoOeMCwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/J7IeTkWuhcU/s1600-h/DCFV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230565520898263810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SJazoOeMCwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/J7IeTkWuhcU/s200/DCFV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Game Guru&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate Competitive Fun Veteran (DCFV)&lt;br /&gt;Your knowledge of gaming knows no bounds, Game Guru. You are the person many gamers go to when they have questions and generally most of the time, you have the right answers for them. You are unlikely to tie yourself into just playing one game, as it limits your expertise and experience you may gain from play others. It seems you love to learn everything about games, - the characters, the secrets, the developer, etc. Perhaps you should start a blog if you haven't already.You typically don't like to hang around too long within a game and therefore avoid the more socially demanding ones. Playing quick rounds or small sessions are more your cup of tea. Once you've had your fun, it's back to the magazines, gaming blogs, forums, and the like where you can share your vast knowledge of all things video games. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.. I can't believe I am a game guru. The quiz has overestimated me. Ad should be the game guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try it at &lt;a href="http://www.mygamemug.com/"&gt;http://www.mygamemug.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joreen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God is my pilot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6747736249046034444?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6747736249046034444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6747736249046034444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6747736249046034444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6747736249046034444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/08/gamemug-game-guru.html' title='Gamemug - The Game Guru'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/SJazoOeMCwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/J7IeTkWuhcU/s72-c/DCFV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7548918884279667443</id><published>2008-07-21T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:17:29.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Daisies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We (Ad and I) were watching this TV series yesterday. It was quite a good TV series. I am a loyal fan of it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safe, warm and happy... that's how I felt last night when I was about to sleep. I was holding on to Ad's inhaler. He left it at my house. I don't know why but I just couldn't explain why I feel that way. I feel so secured when I sleep. It's like Ad is always around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Ikea on Saturday. Ad bought a table and I bought some miscellanous stuffs too. I was thinking - this will happen in few years down the road when we shop for our own house. I felt excited and hoping that day will come soon. Having our own house, own space and taking care of each others are what we are looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to watch Dark Knight. It was a good show. No doubt, the joker's sadistic and pervertic behaviour has rubbed some onto Ad and I. I even made my panda a joker... Look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225396891443644450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SIRWyZTtyCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BFliVCaNoAY/s200/KFP+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why so serious?! Let's put a smile on that face. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care guys..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shouldn't be afraid of death. I should be afraid of the regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7548918884279667443?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7548918884279667443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7548918884279667443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7548918884279667443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7548918884279667443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/07/pushing-daisies.html' title='Pushing Daisies'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/SIRWyZTtyCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BFliVCaNoAY/s72-c/KFP+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5074581720764923402</id><published>2008-07-17T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:42:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>Someone told me to blog as she has not seen my new blog entries for quite a while. So, I decided to blog again. But behold, I am not blogging about happy news but my feelings right now - sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is someone's birthday... wanted to make him happy by bringing him to a movie tonight - The Dark Knight. But then all i got was a grumpy voice over at the other side.... I think I am not being appreciated.. cos all i want to do is to let him have something he is hoping for to be real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. because of me, he cancelled the dinner with his family... that makes me look bad and i feel fucking guilty. now he is telling me that today is not his day.. but i told him ' it is actually. but you chose to give up the plan of spending time with your family.' he didn't reply my sms. i guess he is going to say... i didn't recieve your sms. something's wrong with my phone. i just take it whatever comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for his birthday. so much for my ideas of making him happy and celebrating his bday. all are just crap and bullshit. what a fucked up day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what you wish for... it doesn't always happen.. in fact, it doesn't happen at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5074581720764923402?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5074581720764923402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5074581720764923402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5074581720764923402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5074581720764923402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone-told-me-to-blog-as-she-has-not.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-661567050924643812</id><published>2008-07-01T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:10:11.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today is day 2 of Ad reservist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me last night before he slept. He told me what he was doing and what is going to do today. I am so happy to hear his voice. I was waiting for his call the whole night, playing WOW and listening to music. I tried not to be so upset with the fact that he is not around till Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I make an effort to write a blog entry everyday till he comes back. But my sadness has toned down today not that upset anymore. Because I know I'm 1 day closer to seeing him again. But I feel lonely at times as I have no one to talk to after work or no one goes out with me or no one playes WOW with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to bear with time (who passes very slowly) and hope that Sunday comes fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm looking forward to Sunday. :) I don't usually look forward to Sunday as it means the end of weekend and the start of sickening Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he calls me again tonight. So I can listen to his voice before I sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'So near yet it seems so far.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-661567050924643812?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/661567050924643812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=661567050924643812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/661567050924643812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/661567050924643812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3931827303133699690</id><published>2008-06-30T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:33:48.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Today is Day 1 of Ad's reservist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be seeing until this coming Sunday.. I miss him so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he didn't bring his mobile along.. I guess he is out of contact... I just spoke to him in the morning like 5am. I set my alarm so that I can wake up to talk to him. It hurts me to talk to him because I won't be talking to him for the next few days. Although it is just a week, I have never seperated from him for more than 1 day before.. I will miss him alot.... Right now, I am.. I cried when I spoke to him this morning. He told me not to cry as he will be back soon. But I know this week will be a gruesome long week for me. How I wish it will pass with a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I sound insane and possesive but this shows that I really love and care about him alot. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*missing you*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3931827303133699690?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3931827303133699690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3931827303133699690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3931827303133699690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3931827303133699690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6583317798429337300</id><published>2008-06-25T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:48:32.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>Watched 'Don't mess with Zohan' yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very good show, humourous, Adam Sandler looks funny yet hot in the movie. A hippy and disco-y movie. Disco Disco...good good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like him when he says,' smooth silky hair.' Haha.. the accent makes these 3 words exceptionally wonderful. Nevertheless, his signature move *hit the chest 3 times and slap the ding ding 3 times*.. haha..that never fails to make me laugh. Of course, Ad feels disgusted by it. Also, all the tapping, all the humping , all the laughing and all the dancing make this movie a better choice for your movie session with your mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message which the movie is trying to convey is not about the middle east war or whatsoever. It's about people who want to fufill their dreams even though their dreams are a little far-fetched at times. But to some people, dreams make them stronger, better and more brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I give 3.5/5 stars for this movie. It's not a bad movie, a decent one. The cinema was filled with people and the movie didn't disappoint us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sidetrack a little, if anyone of you has the NOW card from UOB bank (the bright red chick-looking card), you can purchase Cathay tickets on tuesday with just $6 each. I think it is a very good price and a good day to catch a movie. We used to go GV but it costs us $6.50 (we are the GV members). Ad has the NOW card and seriously, UOB's marketing dept or whoever it is should think twice about the packaging. It looks too chick, even I won't bring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest those people who have not watched this movie, please grab a partner and watch the movie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scrappy Coco...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6583317798429337300?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6583317798429337300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6583317798429337300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6583317798429337300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6583317798429337300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/06/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-1439013069926859638</id><published>2008-06-24T13:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:17:30.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess With Zohan!!</title><content type='html'>heh. I am going to watch this movie with Ad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's a great show! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215318460880531202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/SGCIghtSLwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h6NB7kKoo_0/s200/img_zohan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can't wait to watch this movie. I think the next movie I will go for is "Red Cliff' by John Woo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will let you know my review after the movie. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make love not war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-1439013069926859638?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/1439013069926859638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=1439013069926859638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1439013069926859638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1439013069926859638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-mess-with-zohan.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess With Zohan!!'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/SGCIghtSLwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h6NB7kKoo_0/s72-c/img_zohan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8620518329984442489</id><published>2008-06-23T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:36:43.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Monday Blues - who likes Mondays?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Blues - WOW down time&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Blues - School time&lt;br /&gt;Friday Blues - School time&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Blues - Monday is approaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many blues.... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having headach for 3 days. Head-cracking headaches. To some extent, I can't even open my eyes. It hurts. Ad asks me to see a doctor tomorrow but I will be going on weekend if it still persists. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 reasons which contribute to my headache.&lt;br /&gt;1. Lack of sleep. I can't sleep well last night. My cordless phone was beeping away as it was on low batt and Kyle was barking away.&lt;br /&gt;2. Facing too much computer. Have been WOWing for too long. So I guess WOW contributes most of the headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will put myself in observation. If it really persists then I shall consult a doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in office, typing away my blues and headache. It has been so long since I typed my entries. I bet I have lost some of my readers. Heh. I bet all my readers are my budds. Well guys! I am back! Please read my blog..... heee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad is going in to reservist soon, at the end of the month. Hope he will take care of himself. And I hope my friends will ask me out in case I am bored to death at home. Heh. Anyone? Willing to take me out? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for my lunch to come back. hehehe... cha kway teow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my bed.I want my food.I want my Ad.I want my kyle.I want to sleep.I want to eat.I want to talk.I want to crap.I want to laugh.I want to knock off.I want to shout.I want to cry.I want to knock myself out.I want to beat the crap out of the person who stole my dad's cash card.I want to shop.I want to celebrate Ad's birthday.I want to get Ad something.I want to go on holiday.I want to save up $30k.I want to spend my life with Ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many things I want in life. But I know, I have to fight for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8620518329984442489?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8620518329984442489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8620518329984442489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8620518329984442489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8620518329984442489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6348823599183892896</id><published>2008-06-20T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:02:38.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven or Hell</title><content type='html'>Just as I was talking to Sufiah about Heaven and Hell, I told her I wanted to be the person in charge of allowing spirits going to Heaven and Hell. As I imagined... there are few types of people who will be going to Hell, definitely without question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) PRC - as you all know, this type of people is being condemned by me and Ad, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I think thats the only type. I don't want to offend the others even though I have some in my mind.. hehheh.. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a Customer Service officer, I bound to see some Customers who are fuck-ed up and really wish that they are going straight to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 Customer who is quite a bitch with a special forte of annoying people so badly that we want her dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I were to see her standing right in front of  me (if she is able to outlive me), I will definitely banish her back to earth to be an animal (preferably pig, chicken, cow or goat). heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just too annoying that you wish them dead or go to hell. You may think i am evil. But aren't we cussing people's arse everyday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil is my middle name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen Evil Justeen Lau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6348823599183892896?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6348823599183892896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6348823599183892896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6348823599183892896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6348823599183892896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/06/heaven-or-hell.html' title='Heaven or Hell'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7113091592821284704</id><published>2008-06-19T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:43:08.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New blog.. new skin... heh. I am very pleased with the fact that the title (striked in pink) can be modified!!! Thus, I shall put my feelings or thoughts as my title blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. eah.... hmmm.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Ad tonight at Marina square for dinner and maybe coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got myself a new modem and new internet line, so I hope I wont get d/c when I play WOW with Ad. (It sucks when you are attacking a demon which is higher lvl than you and you got d/c).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself addicted to WOW. Not really addicted but yea, can't live without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my profile and I hope you guys enjoy your stay.. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7113091592821284704?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7113091592821284704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7113091592821284704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7113091592821284704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7113091592821284704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3965500319045405019</id><published>2008-05-21T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:06:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'pore Shit Force</title><content type='html'>Read this article: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view&lt;br /&gt;/349025/1/.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think that Singapore Shit Force is doing nothing but handling all these useless and nonsensical affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those fucktards who complained regarding this, you guys have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't and never will be able to stop racism in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there will be fucktards out there who will criticize other races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of catching Mas Selemat, they went on to catch Singaporeans for blogging online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't let go of bloggers but they can let go the leader of a terroist group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the news of Mas Selemat has stopped and posters of him have been taken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, if I have the bloody chance, I will migrate to other countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has no future for us but to other foreigners like the PRCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is not doing anything for the citizens but rising the living standard here and giving us third world pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what i always said, ' Living in a 1st world country, taking a third world pay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, one day, I will move out of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never tell others I am once a Singaporean, a trashy island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and catch me if you want. Since you guys have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3965500319045405019?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3965500319045405019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3965500319045405019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3965500319045405019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3965500319045405019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/05/spore-shit-force.html' title='S&apos;pore Shit Force'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6918885939367281215</id><published>2008-05-15T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:17:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Justeen?</title><content type='html'>Nono.. It's not my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can replace my darling Ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeen = Justice + Joreen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Justice is God's fruit of labour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder what has God planned for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Him yet we hate Him at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved Him for all the good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;Hate Him for he bringing misery to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be in his position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the disasters at China and Burma, it makes people think 'was that an arrangement by God?'&lt;br /&gt;Thousands and thousands of people passed on because of the disasters.&lt;br /&gt;What hurts me - is that the innocent kids pay the prices by losing their lives for the greed of the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening? &lt;br /&gt;God is only the person with the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6918885939367281215?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6918885939367281215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6918885939367281215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6918885939367281215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6918885939367281215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/05/whos-justeen.html' title='Who&apos;s Justeen?'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7845302618855011724</id><published>2008-05-15T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:50:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Cat or a Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are: 60% Dog, 40% Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a nice blend of cat and dog.&lt;br /&gt;You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful.&lt;br /&gt;And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7845302618855011724?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7845302618855011724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7845302618855011724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7845302618855011724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7845302618855011724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-cat-or-dog.html' title='Are you a Cat or a Dog?'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-4491215065296298600</id><published>2008-04-23T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:28:45.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barracuda by Heart</title><content type='html'>So this ain't the end - I saw you again today&lt;br /&gt;Had to turn my heart away&lt;br /&gt;You smiled like the Sun - kisses for everyone&lt;br /&gt;and tales - it never fails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lying so low in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;Bet you gonna ambush me&lt;br /&gt;You'd have me down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you, Barracuda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back over Time when we were all trying for free&lt;br /&gt;Met up with porpoise and me&lt;br /&gt;No right no wrong you're selling a Song - a name&lt;br /&gt;whisper game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the real thing don't do the trick&lt;br /&gt;You better make up something quick&lt;br /&gt;You gonna burn it out to the wick&lt;br /&gt;aren't you, Barracuda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sell me sell you" the porpoise said&lt;br /&gt;Dive down deep to save my head&lt;br /&gt;You... I think you got the blues too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that night and all the next&lt;br /&gt;Swam without looking back&lt;br /&gt;Made for the western pools -silly fools!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-4491215065296298600?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/4491215065296298600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=4491215065296298600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4491215065296298600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/4491215065296298600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/04/barracuda-by-heart.html' title='Barracuda by Heart'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3319445310090409865</id><published>2008-03-18T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:37:42.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to watch this movie - The Bucket List.&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholeson are part of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am doing a bucket list for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Things which I must do before I kick the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ Having a outdoor wedding.&lt;br /&gt;√ Going to Taiwan/Perth for honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;√ Having a Xbox/PS3/any game console.&lt;br /&gt;√ Able to have a golden retriever/husky.&lt;br /&gt;√ Opening my own boutique.&lt;br /&gt;√ Go to Tokyo Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;√ Able to earn my very first 10,000 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;√ Able to study to Bach Degree. (if i can cont. after Degree, why not?)&lt;br /&gt;√ Able to get a Gucci/Guess/Chanel sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eah.. cant think of much now.&lt;br /&gt;Will update once I have new items to add on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3319445310090409865?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3319445310090409865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3319445310090409865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3319445310090409865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3319445310090409865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-to-watch-this-movie-bucket-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5452008473178376348</id><published>2008-03-10T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:56:33.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you remember the time when we first met?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time when we fell in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember all the things I have said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clips go on and on at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogging after disappearing for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling stressed today as my colleague is not around.&lt;br /&gt;So everything is on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the negative side, I am being worn out.&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the positive side, I can train myself to be better and more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I choose to remain positive at the most negative time. :)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I learnt from a Hong Kong movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dont have any tickets to Disney on Ice this year.&lt;br /&gt;I bet they are not giving out free tickets anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So sad to hear that, I always like Disney on Ice! :)&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, this year has Lilo and Stitch!&lt;br /&gt;They are my favourites!&lt;br /&gt;Have told Ad's family and they look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;But the chances are busted, I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Tell you guys what I did on weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Uncle Patrick (Ad's dad) company to look for glasses.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get one as I dont know my degree yet.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to SNEC to check.&lt;br /&gt;I have visited other opticians but they said I am fine.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant see clearly if the object is too far from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Ad's agent, Marc.&lt;br /&gt;Nice guy, good selling tactics.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to invest using my CPF.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I rather take out the money to invest than letting the government touching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to his house to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Played Xbox 360 (WWE). We had our fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but just WOWing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Day loooong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to meet our friend to pick up hammies.&lt;br /&gt;As his children are allergic to hammies.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we are the ones who bought the hammies for his kids.&lt;br /&gt;So few months later, he said that his kids are allergic to hammies.&lt;br /&gt;What a pity.  The boy has been a good father to the hammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5452008473178376348?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5452008473178376348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5452008473178376348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5452008473178376348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5452008473178376348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-remember-time-when-we-first-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-101235168000058016</id><published>2008-03-01T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:37:35.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The unpleasant news has made us worried, disappointed and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Because they are meant to protect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, they let us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never know what he will do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will people think about Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they take up the responsibility if something bad were to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they have screwed things up real bad.&lt;br /&gt;And they expect us to clear up the mess they leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they buck up and learn what is their priority.&lt;br /&gt;They will definitely lose out and lose their stand in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note (I am not sure if it is),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved Itchy has just met God.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope his soul will be in heaven with God and scratchy, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Like Ad said, they are now happily in heaven and chewing on heavenly wood.&lt;br /&gt;They missed each other and now, they met again.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed hard to God just to listen to me once.&lt;br /&gt;To take care of the 2 little fellows after their lives in this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;Itchy and scratchy left this world in peace.&lt;br /&gt;But I really miss the both of them, just like how i miss my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to bury them side by side.&lt;br /&gt;So that they can find each other in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know what happen next.&lt;br /&gt;So as other would always say, cherish what you have now.&lt;br /&gt;You cant ask for more. Be contented with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;As thats God has for you in life.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the times I have with the 2 lovely hammies.&lt;br /&gt;They will always be in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scratchy : 2005-2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itchy : 2006 - 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-101235168000058016?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/101235168000058016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=101235168000058016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/101235168000058016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/101235168000058016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/03/unpleasant-news-has-made-us-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6506901169580205348</id><published>2008-02-28T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:13:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading so many news about Singapore, I decided to voice my opinions regarding this trashy island. I dont care if anyone is going to arrest me for my blog entry. But I couldnt take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Olympics - 2010&lt;br /&gt;Are the community members for the Olympics blind or stupid or what?&lt;br /&gt;They give Singapore the chance to host the youth olympics?!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are they thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;We dont even have a PROPER STADIUM.&lt;br /&gt;Where are they going to host?&lt;br /&gt;And they think they can build a STADIUM within 2 years?!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Singapore government is too money minded!&lt;br /&gt;You care about the money that flows in but NOT the reputation of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am too ashamed to say that I am a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape of JI Leader&lt;br /&gt;Someone mentioned that Singapore government takes security SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;But why, I asked WHY, did he manage to escape?!&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in the papers, he limps and I suppose he cant walk as fast as normal people.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, why our policemen, ALL ABLE BODIES, cant stop his escape in time!&lt;br /&gt;Then what the hell are the policemen doing all these while?&lt;br /&gt;Catching Singaporeans just because they voice their opinions in blogs?&lt;br /&gt;We pay them so much every year.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they STILL put our lives in danger.&lt;br /&gt;I can say that Singaporeans will not, WILL NOT, forgive the government if this son of the mother's lover hijacks a place and crash into Singapore's major buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why he wants to attack Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Because Singapore government is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say, STOP counting the money that you snatched from us.&lt;br /&gt;And GET your ARSES to work for the citizens.&lt;br /&gt;Before we get mad and overthrow the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" People are no need to be afraid of the government. Government SHOULD be the one who is afraid of us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6506901169580205348?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6506901169580205348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6506901169580205348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6506901169580205348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6506901169580205348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-reading-so-many-news-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-680177924234976896</id><published>2008-02-24T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:07:17.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If everyone cared</title><content type='html'>From underneath the trees, we watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Confusing stars for satellites&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that you'd be mine&lt;br /&gt;But here we are, we're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Amen I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the air the fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Our only light in paradise&lt;br /&gt;We'll show the world they were wrong&lt;br /&gt;And teach them all to sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we lie beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;We realize how small we are&lt;br /&gt;If they could love like you and me&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what the world could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day, we'd see the day&lt;br /&gt;When nobody died&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day, we'd see the day&lt;br /&gt;When nobody died&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-680177924234976896?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/680177924234976896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=680177924234976896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/680177924234976896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/680177924234976896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-everyone-cared.html' title='If everyone cared'/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6873943783847976407</id><published>2008-01-22T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:51:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New blogskin and a new year and a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box cant seems to be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck it! I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6873943783847976407?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6873943783847976407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6873943783847976407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6873943783847976407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6873943783847976407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-blogskin-and-new-year-and-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7024666845264636281</id><published>2007-12-31T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:02:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, I have to apologise to the blog readers (if any).&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging for more than 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my new job. It is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Merry Xmas and Happy New Year to you, Sue.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons greetings are never late.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is New Year's Eve!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna spend it at my mate' house as today is his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Basil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just re-painted my bedroom's walls.&lt;br /&gt;And now it stinks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;But I drew on the wall. Hahaha.. Its kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;I drew a stickman going up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;An insipiration from my mum and I.&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to continue after the holidays are over.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna finish the big picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official - I am going to study next month.&lt;br /&gt;I have paid the school fees and bought the books.&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for the school to start and the orientation which is on next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course is going to last me for 1 year and 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to fail, I am gonna study longer.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this journey is smooth one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I am going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Joreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7024666845264636281?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7024666845264636281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7024666845264636281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7024666845264636281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7024666845264636281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-of-all-i-have-to-apologise-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-437287969157035423</id><published>2007-12-15T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T01:42:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 2 weeks since I last blog.&lt;br /&gt;Have been quite busy with my work.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;, after work, I'll head home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Or go out with mates and tire myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started on my new job.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite stressful and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep working as there are lots of phone calls and orders to process.&lt;br /&gt;I just started a week and I felt burnt.&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine when I work longer.&lt;br /&gt;But I like Fridays. Less stressful. Less work. Relaxed. More fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow there is a stupid lunch held by the company.&lt;br /&gt;I am being forced to go which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a gift(being forced to) which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; hit the minimum.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway? I'm new. Why should I bother to buy such a expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;But I have no idea what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Waste my good afternoon for this meaningless event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what I see myself at times, I feel that I cant trust someone completely.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I say I trust people esp. my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I guess too many events which happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of my eyes maybe depleting my trust for humans.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to see actions than words.&lt;br /&gt;This, I have been telling Ad many times.&lt;br /&gt;But I am telling to everybody now.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the night and the music. I am alone. Ad is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;So all my thoughts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; came out to manifest.&lt;br /&gt;Ah..... the feeling is unbearable and what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a friend of mine told me.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you like to blog so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you spend your time on your work and carve your own path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even if you are the richest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, love, words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thinkings&lt;/span&gt; and humanity, you are not considered as 'rich'.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you will learn how to forget how to express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that there should be a balance in life.&lt;br /&gt;A balance which can keep you off the edge and breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replying to Ad's post : Storm The Gates Of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; we storm the GATES OF HELL.&lt;br /&gt;Lets pick up our blades and tear down Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Kill Satan and his evil followers.&lt;br /&gt;Bring peace and tranquility to this world.&lt;br /&gt;*And I am not talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hellgate&lt;/span&gt;:London*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gods are not cruel. There is a balance in life.&lt;br /&gt;When gods give you something, they take away something from you.&lt;br /&gt;It is an equal trade which we learn in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fullmetal&lt;/span&gt; Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; sacrifice, you wont get anything.&lt;br /&gt;Paying up the same value in order to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; the balance. The balance to keep the people's minds from more evil and corruption.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cruelty&lt;/span&gt;, talk about humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-437287969157035423?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/437287969157035423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=437287969157035423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/437287969157035423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/437287969157035423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-been-2-weeks-since-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3839873095706059006</id><published>2007-12-03T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:21:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* THE SANITY OF THIS PLACE HAS BEEN FOULED!* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my office stinks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Due to some washing of aircons or pipes or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cant take it, including me.&lt;br /&gt;And I am afraid I will smell later.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am going out tonight to fetch Basil from airport then we go for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the last week of work with my current company.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt happy and upset at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Happy is that I am gonna leave for a better job which offers prospects.&lt;br /&gt;Upset is that I am gonna leave my lovable colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Ad and I went to Sentosa with Kyle - my dog.&lt;br /&gt;We brought him to the sea side to swim.&lt;br /&gt;We swam for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;Ad got scratch marks from Kyle which looks like I am the one who scratched.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Ad!! *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;And we got stung by mini mini jellyfishs.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is stinging and itchy..&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed in the sea to get rid of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;But somehoe or rather, it reminds me of spongebob sqaurepants. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But we are happy that Kyle learns how to swim and even knows how to swim towards Ad but not me. Great job Ad. I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;He looks soo cute when he swims.. And he knows how to U-turn... and detour. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And when Kyle is on the shore, watching Ad swim, he starts to wriggle in the sand..&lt;br /&gt;Which he got himself a face full of sand.... even his nose is white!!!&lt;br /&gt;So cute.. Ad and I laughed while he is still wriggling in the sand.. So we brough him to the sea and washed the sands out of his face. That silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our day didnt end at a good note.&lt;br /&gt;We actually decided to book a cab as there are many tourists waiting for cab.&lt;br /&gt;So we called Comfort and then they hung up on us when there is no cab.&lt;br /&gt;So we called Transcab and the operator managed to get us a cab.&lt;br /&gt;But she told me the plate no. briefly without asking if i got the details and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Then the stupid cab driver called. He asked questions like 'how big is your dog? is it on leash?'&lt;br /&gt;I answered him at the top of my voice and patiently (dont ask me how i do it)..&lt;br /&gt;So when I had enough of that idoit (who cant seem to hear me), I passed the phone to Ad.&lt;br /&gt;By that time, Ad had gotten irritated and ready to blow.&lt;br /&gt;So he raised his voice and shouted at the driver all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;And then he hung up on the driver.&lt;br /&gt;When I asked why, he said that the driver asked is the dog is smelly or not.&lt;br /&gt;I was bloody pissed when I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;So we took another cab. The driver called us and we refused to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;And we decided to lodge a complaint to the CS dept and the GM.&lt;br /&gt;Till now, they havent got back to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;I am very upset with the fact that they provided such lousy service.&lt;br /&gt;In their website, they claim that they provide excellent service.&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas Comfort provides a better service than them.&lt;br /&gt;Transcab really spoil our day so bad that we DO NOT WANT their service anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And we will DEFINITELY spread the word till they go out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, PLEASE DO NOT TAKE TRANSCAB.&lt;br /&gt;Why bother to make yourself pissed off when you are out for fun and enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3839873095706059006?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3839873095706059006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3839873095706059006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3839873095706059006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3839873095706059006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/12/sanity-of-this-place-has-been-fouled.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5123439151676938944</id><published>2007-11-29T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:17:30.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/R02vaFuWDBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N6ADMzocUz4/s1600-h/16062007234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137955612647623698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/R02vaFuWDBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N6ADMzocUz4/s200/16062007234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/R02u_luWDAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/skJfsAEGARs/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137955157381090306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/R02u_luWDAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/skJfsAEGARs/s200/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute huh? I took these pictures myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prized possesions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stitchy in the first picture and pork chop in the second picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I prefer the second picture to the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. its so natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired. Gotta go and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 2am!! I think Ad is going to kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5123439151676938944?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5123439151676938944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5123439151676938944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5123439151676938944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5123439151676938944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/cute-huh-i-took-these-pictures-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/R02vaFuWDBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N6ADMzocUz4/s72-c/16062007234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7499913415970365637</id><published>2007-11-26T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:13:23.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi All, sorry for not bring able to update frequently.&lt;br /&gt;As my office's Internet is experiencing 'PMS'.&lt;br /&gt;Always giving me problem. And now, for no reason, it is okay again!&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, typing my ranting and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to what I realise, it takes a long time to see one's true colour.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not that long, few months?&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you will only realise it during difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow or rather, they do really piss me off so bad.&lt;br /&gt;That I start to complain to Ad, that poor fellow.&lt;br /&gt;Who has to stand all these rantings and complaining on phone or face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Then he will tell me,' why dont you tell him straight to his face?'&lt;br /&gt;Which I will reply,' Like I dont wish to. But he can convince you that the wrongs are rights and blacks are whites.'&lt;br /&gt;He is the 'winner' forever. In real life or in game.&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me most is that he uses foul languages on his friend. His best friend somemore.&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by foul languages? The hokkien ones.&lt;br /&gt;And what is the most ridiculous thing is that Ad didnt do anything wrong in the game.&lt;br /&gt;But just lagging for once only. And he scolded PCB to Ad.&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad and disgusted by him.&lt;br /&gt;And I think he didnt use his brains before he lets his shit comes out from his filthy mouth.&lt;br /&gt;He expects people to let him in the game which my friend did.&lt;br /&gt;And he is fucking and freaking demanding.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what he wants and I dont wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;But I told Ad that he is in my blacklist for my dota khakis.&lt;br /&gt;Whenver he plays,I will leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know things will turn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;But its time for him to get the hints and wake up from his childish ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Its time for him to accept NO and learn to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Or else, he is losing his friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7499913415970365637?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7499913415970365637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7499913415970365637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7499913415970365637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7499913415970365637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-all-sorry-for-not-bring-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-1263335149802046128</id><published>2007-11-20T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:30:12.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*When the sun shine, we will shine together.&lt;br /&gt;   Told you I'll be here forever.&lt;br /&gt;   Know that we still have each other.&lt;br /&gt;   You can stand under my umbrella.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lots of people hate this song as it sounds annoying.&lt;br /&gt;But I found the lyrics meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people 'rioting' on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Saying I have not been updating for very long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been lazy and my office internet has problems with publishing the entry.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am now at home, Ad playing dota with mates and Kyle is clucking away like a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 weeks or I say this week till mid December is a intense week for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for the school to approve my registration and NTUC to approve the funding.&lt;br /&gt;So far, there is no news yet.&lt;br /&gt;I need to wait for 1 working week for school to revert.&lt;br /&gt;And 2 weeks or slightly more for NTUC to approve.&lt;br /&gt;And the lady who is going to handle my application (NTUC) is on leave!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, it's going to take some time to finish.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope i dont receive any call from them, saying that they disapprove or any shit.&lt;br /&gt;I cross my fingers and pray to God every night that I can pull it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is no hiccup, I am going to study for diploma, starting from next year's Jan.&lt;br /&gt;On my way for a better job, carving my career path before the age of 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, there's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be sure to catch 'ALVIN &amp;amp; THE CHIPMUNKS* on 13th December 2007!&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a goooooood show. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-1263335149802046128?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/1263335149802046128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=1263335149802046128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1263335149802046128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1263335149802046128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-sun-shine-we-will-shine-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-1364364984847345388</id><published>2007-11-14T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:27:25.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WE ARE RECRUITING!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, my company is looking for a Receptionist/Admin URGENTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Description:&lt;br /&gt;-Answering incoming phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;-Attending to walk in customers.&lt;br /&gt;-Responsible for postage and records.&lt;br /&gt;-Responsible for international and local courier.&lt;br /&gt;-Responsible for sorting out company's mails.&lt;br /&gt;-Responsible for booking conference rooms.&lt;br /&gt;-Responsible for maintenance of reception area.&lt;br /&gt;-Other Ad-hoc admin duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements:&lt;br /&gt;-GCE 'O' level &amp;amp; above.&lt;br /&gt;-No experience needed as training will be provided.&lt;br /&gt;-Bubbly personality.&lt;br /&gt;-Excellent communication and interpersonal skills.&lt;br /&gt;-Proficient in Microsoft office.&lt;br /&gt;-Able to work independently w/o supervision.&lt;br /&gt;-Able to communicate in English and Mandarin fluently.&lt;br /&gt;-Foreigners need not apply. Only Singaporeans &amp;amp; PR who are 18 &amp;amp; above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested candidates, please send in your resume to &lt;a href="mailto:joreen.liu@jst.com.sg"&gt;joreen.liu@jst.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;. In your resume, please kindly state your current salary/last drawn, expected salary, reasons for leaving and a recent photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Successful candidate will have a attractive salary package(basic+transport allowance+attendence allowance+2 months bonus)*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the person is going to replace me.&lt;br /&gt;I offer my help to look for replacement.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm going to move on to another position, on par with my area of study.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're interested, please gimme a ring (if you my no.) and I'll explain to you further.&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, if you have mates who are looking for job, please kindly intro them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-1364364984847345388?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/1364364984847345388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=1364364984847345388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1364364984847345388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1364364984847345388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-are-recruiting-hi-all-my-company-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8577988460757038930</id><published>2007-11-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:35:35.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at home, waiting to dota with Ad, James and Wen Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a new and better job.&lt;br /&gt;Its a sales coordinator job.&lt;br /&gt;More to the sales side and not really the order processing.&lt;br /&gt;The company wants me to start work on 10th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;So my last day with this current company is 7th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;Which I can see that my boss is trying to extend the notice period.&lt;br /&gt;And, she wont stand the chance.&lt;br /&gt;As on the letter of appointment or rules &amp;amp; regulation book says, I can work for a month notice and no extension.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I have promised the company that I'll start work on 10th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;So I can say' no no' to her.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when bosses pull these kind of stunts.&lt;br /&gt;Asking you to stay longer than you are supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;So that they can slack and get their replacement slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, she rejects my letter of resignation.&lt;br /&gt;But after much talking, she accepts it.&lt;br /&gt;She did offer me other positions.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all too late.&lt;br /&gt;And, the environment is not very conducive for me to work in.&lt;br /&gt;T here is only work and no fun, which is boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll definitely miss the people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao &amp;amp; Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8577988460757038930?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8577988460757038930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8577988460757038930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8577988460757038930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8577988460757038930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-at-home-waiting-to-dota-with-ad.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7641048026637668051</id><published>2007-11-07T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:12:35.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NEVER GO TO RECRUIT EXPRESS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That agency sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;They even take $53.50 from you as introduction fees.&lt;br /&gt;This is my 2nd bad experience with them.&lt;br /&gt;And I can confirm one thing - they are utterly lousy.&lt;br /&gt;The agent, Roy, is a unprofessional agent.&lt;br /&gt;Ad called him as a sign of care for me.&lt;br /&gt;(As they were very demanding and wanted me to reach there for interview by 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Which I end work at 6pm.)&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he displays a bad attitude to Ad and Ad got mad.&lt;br /&gt;Then he called and badmouthed Ad to me.&lt;br /&gt;Says Ad is hostile to him.&lt;br /&gt;And he thinks there is no need for a third party.&lt;br /&gt;He even raised his voice at Ad!&lt;br /&gt;How can he raise his voice at his clients?!&lt;br /&gt;I am utterly disgusted by his actions.&lt;br /&gt;Worse, he thinks that the candidates(ppl who are looking for jobs) dont have the rights to choose the time and date for interview.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they should care for us too.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt even do his research and just stuffed a job to you.&lt;br /&gt;They dont care about anything but money.&lt;br /&gt;Without us, do you think they have a chance to earn their living?&lt;br /&gt;So, Ad called the HR up and complained.&lt;br /&gt;And then today, he called and badmouthed Ad again.&lt;br /&gt;Ad got so angry. He called the HR and fucked the HR.&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, do I look like I will listen to your words and not Ad's?&lt;br /&gt;He is my boyfriend, for pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEPS! FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, NEVER, EVER GO TO THAT DAMN AGENCY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7641048026637668051?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7641048026637668051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7641048026637668051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7641048026637668051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7641048026637668051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/never-go-to-recruit-express-that-agency.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-1354900266459578262</id><published>2007-11-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:09:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I can blog in my office.&lt;br /&gt;There had been some problem with the internet previously.&lt;br /&gt;So I had been blogging at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I am meeting Ad to watch &lt;i&gt;'The Game Plan'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We make it a point to watch movie on every Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;As thats the cheapest day of the week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall be on leave.&lt;br /&gt;Job interviews, meeting Ad for lunch and visiting PSB Academy are the plans for my day.&lt;br /&gt;So my day will be packed.. :)&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to all these places myself.&lt;br /&gt;As Ad is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself so wordless now.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go and read my magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Take care. The weather has been crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-1354900266459578262?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/1354900266459578262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=1354900266459578262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1354900266459578262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/1354900266459578262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-i-can-blog-in-my-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5827371328263484419</id><published>2007-11-04T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:38:39.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to dye our hair today.&lt;br /&gt;We had the same colour... almost.&lt;br /&gt;We had purplish-red hair.&lt;br /&gt;And we are happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;But then for these few days, I don't think I can wear white tops.&lt;br /&gt;If not, my red hair will smear my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be extra careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. Its 1:35am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;So bored.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, don't wanna watch tv and lazy to dota.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee... I think I'll go for dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ad and I are going to Sentosa tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So I will upload pictures!! *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5827371328263484419?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5827371328263484419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5827371328263484419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5827371328263484419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5827371328263484419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-to-dye-our-hair-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2144329423286571306</id><published>2007-10-31T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:42:57.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't do anymore blogging in my office.&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm at home, blogging and waiting for my turn to bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo just now with Ad.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Had Marche for dinner (which has very few choices)&lt;br /&gt;And we had coffee at Pacific Coffee Company.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to collect the GV movie club pass.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.. Apparently, the card has the shape of popcorn tub.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, log on to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gv.com.sg"&gt;GV &lt;/a&gt;website.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive benefits and free membership!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got a job interview tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's near to Ad's house.&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me good luck then.&lt;br /&gt;I found this job myself on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jobstreet.com.sg"&gt;Jobstreet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is what I always want.&lt;br /&gt;And they are keen to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope I can get the job. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says my pay is damn low.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm wondering, how come I accept the job offer at that time.&lt;br /&gt;As my expected salary is $1,400.&lt;br /&gt;I feel cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and sticky.&lt;br /&gt;So, I gotta bath, talk to Ad then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2144329423286571306?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2144329423286571306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2144329423286571306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2144329423286571306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2144329423286571306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-do-anymore-blogging-in-my-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8818371919557231036</id><published>2007-10-30T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:25:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.. I think there is something wrong with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 blog entries are not meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote in on seperate days.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lemme tell you what we did over this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Took a half day leave and went to accompany Ad in his office.&lt;br /&gt;Had sushi for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After work, we went to watch &lt;em&gt;Resident Evil : Extinction&lt;/em&gt; with Mark and Mango.&lt;br /&gt;A good movie, I can say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Ad got to work on weekend.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to accompany him.&lt;br /&gt;We had dota, Halo and other games.&lt;br /&gt;Had free lunch and dinner (catered by the clients)&lt;br /&gt;After work, we went to NYDC for a late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Ad was working again.&lt;br /&gt;I went to accompany him.&lt;br /&gt;We had dota but I fell asleep after that.. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God there was a couch there. :)&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Bugis's Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ad and I headed back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to see Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had sorta boring weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow or rather, it bonds us together even more.&lt;br /&gt;Although we miss quite alot of activities such as cutting our hairs and going to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to make it up for me yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;But I was too tired to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to thank him for his hard work.&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to get him a self protrait of himself.&lt;br /&gt;It will be ready in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;So, I can give it to him on our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling for your hard work and love.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8818371919557231036?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8818371919557231036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8818371919557231036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8818371919557231036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8818371919557231036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/hm_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-52496864745812718</id><published>2007-10-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:25:07.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing testing one two three!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. my office's internet is cocked up. nothing wrong with my blog. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-52496864745812718?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/52496864745812718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=52496864745812718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/52496864745812718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/52496864745812718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/testing-testing-one-two-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-8436523923316194812</id><published>2007-10-19T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:33:06.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've found the reason for me, to change what I've used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason to start all over new, and the reason is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sorry that I hurt you, I've never meant to do all these things to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just want you to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online to search for formats of resignation letter.&lt;br /&gt;I am signing off for my current job in 2 days' time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so jitter that I don't know what to do that day.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to explain why I'm quitting.&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe she can sense someone is quitting.&lt;br /&gt;And I just got myself an interview at a new company which offers me much higher pay than the rest and this current one.&lt;br /&gt;And, the job consists of sales coordinator and PA.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, they offer me the sales coordinator position.&lt;br /&gt;But, i received a call yesterday that the job scope has changed and 20% of it (I suppose) is being a PA to one of the managers.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this job sounds exciting to me.. as I've experiences for these 2 positions.&lt;br /&gt;And I told the agent to increase the pay for me since it is a job consists of 2 positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, here comes the hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, they called and asked me to go down for an interview today.&lt;br /&gt;But I told them,' I got work to do.'&lt;br /&gt;And I asked them if I could meet them after 6.&lt;br /&gt;I know its late, but at least I make an effort to go there.&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I received no call from them.&lt;br /&gt;When I called, they said they are still waiting for feedback from the company.&lt;br /&gt;If the company is so urgent to pick someone, then I suppose the company won't drag so long to give a reply.&lt;br /&gt;And on my CV, I state that I need to serve a one month notice.&lt;br /&gt;So, I dont think the company will still consider me for that.&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a problem with the agent.&lt;br /&gt;He is from the agency which I hate and distrust.&lt;br /&gt;But, most of the jobs with high pay are on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have no choice but to go there.&lt;br /&gt;But thank God, I received many job opportunites from many agents.&lt;br /&gt;And this Friday, I am gonna meet one of them for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully hope I can get a job by 25th Nov or preferably end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I gotta go back to my boring job.&lt;br /&gt;Will update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-8436523923316194812?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/8436523923316194812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=8436523923316194812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8436523923316194812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/8436523923316194812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-found-reason-for-me-to-change-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-3539235158783350077</id><published>2007-10-18T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:17:30.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/RxbEHxHVKvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/M_Ylzao2YRM/s1600-h/TCC"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122497263902730994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/RxbEHxHVKvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/M_Ylzao2YRM/s200/TCC" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heex. I took this picture while I was in TCC with Bernard, Ryan and Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;But I still prefer the pictures that I took for the 3 musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures turn out to be funny and amusing....&lt;br /&gt;So now, you know....&lt;br /&gt;When 3 women are together, they form a market.&lt;br /&gt;When 3 men are together, they form a parody.&lt;br /&gt;Ask Ad to show you the pictures when you see him..&lt;br /&gt;It sure cheers your day up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-3539235158783350077?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/3539235158783350077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=3539235158783350077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3539235158783350077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/3539235158783350077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/heex.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/RxbEHxHVKvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/M_Ylzao2YRM/s72-c/TCC' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-7226571256559303491</id><published>2007-10-17T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:17:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch 'Shoot em up' with Ad.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good movie esp. Clive Owen.&lt;br /&gt;We loved the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Kept us sitting at the edges of our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from what I observe, only 3 things are consistently shown on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Now the 3 things are as follows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we have the carrot.&lt;br /&gt;Clive owen eat this before he gets into action,use this to fire guns or even kill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122132427905772226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/RxV4ThHVKsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/j1Cjz-PEzWk/s200/carrot.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Second, we have the gun.&lt;br /&gt;This is used commonly by the characters in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of brands, designs and features.&lt;br /&gt;I love the one that the baddie is holding.&lt;br /&gt;You can only fire the gun when the thumbprint matches.. Cool right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122132483740347090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/RxV4WxHVKtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bVWVKS3riJs/s200/gun.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, dead people.... Many Many dead people.. Thanks to Clive Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122132552459823842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viFA8JEa67g/RxV4axHVKuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qjKZC6Tj2-I/s200/man+dead.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;So, you will think,' okay..... so? I dont get what you're talking about.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I should summarize what I meant ...&lt;br /&gt;In the movie,  Clive Owen likes to eat carrot. Before he gets into any action, he will bite off a part of the carrot. Or... he will use the carrot to fire his gun when his fingers are all broken by the baddie.. OR he just simple use it as a fatal weapon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he always bring a gun with him.. as he is pursued by the baddie and his men..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but not least, the dead men.. well, do i still need to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch the movie before its over. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'You know what I hate the most -  people who dont leave comment.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-7226571256559303491?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/7226571256559303491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=7226571256559303491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7226571256559303491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/7226571256559303491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-to-watch-shoot-em-up-with-ad.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_viFA8JEa67g/RxV4ThHVKsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/j1Cjz-PEzWk/s72-c/carrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-2169472665924988050</id><published>2007-10-16T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:27:46.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, you can never get the best of two worlds.&lt;br /&gt;And you will always find yourself torn apart between humanity and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;No decision is kind to humans and their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm experiencing the symptoms of 'throwing my resignation letter'.&lt;br /&gt;It includes feeling vexed, lost, upset and even confused.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, my beloved boss just confirmed me.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I want to get a better paying job.&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, the devil and angel are actually giving me different opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone advise me?&lt;br /&gt;I have already sent out my resume (which is no turning back)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know when or how should I throw my letter.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my boss just confirmed me and there i go, saying bye bye after a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few moment to evaluate whether I should stay or go.&lt;br /&gt;And my verdict is that this job really doesn't suit me.&lt;br /&gt;But something is just pulling me back.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find words to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I am going to study for my diploma next year.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to save up at least 2000 bucks for it.&lt;br /&gt;With my pay now, I think I've gotten myself a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;And the jobs which I'm applying for now offers higher pays.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm crossing my fingers that they will pick me.&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I can't study for my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what would my life be if I didn't tear away the ITE letter?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will be studying my diploma course now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know, there is no turning back now.&lt;br /&gt;What done has been done.&lt;br /&gt;But a blessing in disguise, I had knowledge which other adolescents don't get to have.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everything has its own advantages and disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;Its just about how we look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have to thank William and Joan for helping me to look for job opportunies. You guys are great. Love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-2169472665924988050?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/2169472665924988050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=2169472665924988050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2169472665924988050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/2169472665924988050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-you-can-never-get-best-of-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-6282290182708388052</id><published>2007-10-15T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:49:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the substitute holiday of Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm staying at home.....&lt;br /&gt;And Ad is jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, we will meet tonight, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a documentary called 'Jonestown - Paradise Lost'&lt;br /&gt;It was showing on The Discovery Channel for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Its about a pastor named Jim Jones who created a cult called 'Peopletown'.&lt;br /&gt;Shifting his followers into a remote place and a build a new community, promising the followers a 'Paradise'.&lt;br /&gt;His motive - is to get everyone to die with him.&lt;br /&gt;But many months later, the congressman, accompanied with the assistant, few journalists, photographers and the concerned relatives of the followers went to Jonestown.&lt;br /&gt;They managed to get some of the followers out.&lt;br /&gt;And Jim Jones saw this as a threat and sent assailants to kill all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 followers and a journalist and Jim Jones's son Stephen Jones survived.&lt;br /&gt;The rest, sad as to say, were all gunned down.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was taken down by the journalist.&lt;br /&gt;Then he poisoned the community, leaving 908 member of the Peopletown killed.&lt;br /&gt;Out of 908 victims, 300 were children.&lt;br /&gt;As for Jim Jones, he killed himself with a bullet to his head.&lt;br /&gt;Till today, Stephen Jones manage to relive what happened on that fateful day.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, regret and guilt were shown when they were talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;And I remember a phrase written on the board. I guess it was from Jim Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I agree with what he said.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont agree with his demonic actions.&lt;br /&gt;Which ended so many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;And dirtied God's name.&lt;br /&gt;Let God and Hell judge him and his so called followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-6282290182708388052?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/6282290182708388052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=6282290182708388052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6282290182708388052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/6282290182708388052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-substitute-holiday-of-hari.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37236299.post-5848898249453329174</id><published>2007-10-12T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:12:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Friday...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I will be going to Geylang Serai market to see the goods there for last time.&lt;br /&gt;As tomorrow is Hari Raya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;em&gt; hereby wish all Malays a Happy Hari Raya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. thinking about changing job recently.&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda tired of my job.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of trying Customer Service related job.&lt;br /&gt;It actually pays more..&lt;br /&gt;Especially at this period when people dont wish to leave their current jobs ,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for their bonuses to come.&lt;br /&gt;Well, mine is just a pro-rata bonus.&lt;br /&gt;So it doesnt make much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So guys, if you have any lobangs, please tell me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so tired....&lt;br /&gt;I wish this day pass as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my brain juices are out.&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37236299-5848898249453329174?l=jo-reen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/feeds/5848898249453329174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37236299&amp;postID=5848898249453329174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5848898249453329174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37236299/posts/default/5848898249453329174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-reen.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Joreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206852254576388725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
