<?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-8107745</id><updated>2011-07-09T03:27:46.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i ever hate you,pls rem tat it is becos i have loved u...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-482139623742914374</id><published>2010-09-25T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:02:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>New Blog - &lt;a href="http://personalbrandofheroin85.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://personalbrandofheroin85.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-482139623742914374?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://personalbrandofheroin85.blogspot.com/' title='New Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/482139623742914374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=482139623742914374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/482139623742914374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/482139623742914374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-6405029160059009001</id><published>2007-05-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:17:47.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Fun fair</title><content type='html'>Nobody will believe where I went to and who I went with just now. I went to the Euro Funfair at woodlands with my father ar...We took the EuroWheel and the rollar coaster ride. Hahaha so funny and unbelievable...&lt;br /&gt;My dear just reach Malacca just now. Will start fishing with his friends tomorrow. We are going to be a month already but half of the time he was not with me. He is worried that I may feel left out...To me, although I may feel abit lonely at times but I won't blame him. He need to have his personal space.&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to go Japan this coming October. He expect me to plan the itinerey since I am the one who want to go....hahaha funny guy..&lt;br /&gt;My dear is that funny guy who loves me, dotes me, cares for me alot alot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-6405029160059009001?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/6405029160059009001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=6405029160059009001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/6405029160059009001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/6405029160059009001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/05/euro-fun-fair.html' title='Euro Fun fair'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-6246489119542659728</id><published>2007-05-01T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:38:11.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My curls are back!</title><content type='html'>My curls are back! Hehehe...Lately, I am so tired and stressful that my mother said I lost weight. Haiz what to do..born to work.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....it seems somebody is very interested of me and my dear...keep looking out for our photos..hahaha you know who you are...ok la..here is the loving photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00284.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A meaningful poem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/pic106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_pic106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-6246489119542659728?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/6246489119542659728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=6246489119542659728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/6246489119542659728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/6246489119542659728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-curls-are-back.html' title='My curls are back!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-8470777489309611446</id><published>2007-04-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:13:17.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes ard goes ard....</title><content type='html'>Well, Yang and Jess broke up liao...Plus he got a new gf who sucks more.. Up to them la...its their business and I am very happy with my current bf who dote me very much...&lt;br /&gt;My darling is coming back this saturday and I am so eager to see him. Both of us are undergoing stress these 2 weeks. Mine is work, his is also work...Must really jio you lor...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am lucky to have him....I will cherish this relationship cause I don't want another break up again...its tiring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-8470777489309611446?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/8470777489309611446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=8470777489309611446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/8470777489309611446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/8470777489309611446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-comes-ard-goes-ard.html' title='What comes ard goes ard....'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-6806673144688504227</id><published>2007-04-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:00:11.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hard day</title><content type='html'>My dearest darling had went to taiwan for resevist. So sian....plus today is my first day of officer OJT. So stress...Kena 2 overbooked flights and 1 delayed departure. My duty manager says cause for delay is because the trainee officer (which is me) had her 1st OJT flight. Lame lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Yit Hann's musical on last saturday. I was so proud of him when he had his solo part on stage. He really can sing very well and I believe he will become what he wants to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-6806673144688504227?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/6806673144688504227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=6806673144688504227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/6806673144688504227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/6806673144688504227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/04/hard-day.html' title='A hard day'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-4497223250705679825</id><published>2007-04-01T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T04:02:34.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New guy</title><content type='html'>At this point of time, who wants to kill me please raise your hands. Hahaha...I know I have been disappearing quite a long time but cannot be blamed la....shift work, what do you expect? Now is already 3.40am and I am still awake typing this..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway the most important thing is, LISTEN UP EVERYBODY, I AM BLESSED WITH LOVE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-4497223250705679825?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/4497223250705679825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=4497223250705679825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/4497223250705679825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/4497223250705679825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-guy.html' title='New guy'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-7226460505896048640</id><published>2007-02-12T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:50:30.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish N Co., SIN VS Thailand, BKK trip</title><content type='html'>Ate Fish N Co. with Zhong the other day. But before that, I went to the coffeeshop to look for my father and uncle and....had some drink...hehe my favourite Heineken! Accompany Zhong go orchard to buy his CNY clothings. He said from girls' point of view is better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A super BIG glass of drink that we had to share it...&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A plate of thingy that I will never like....Zhong, don't force me to eat........!&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to watch the soccer match between Singapore and Thailand with my colleauges. Great experience though cos this was the first time I ever been to national stadium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00449.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Bangkok on 3rd Feb to 6th Feb. This trip was purely shopping, shopping and shopping. The things there are damn cheap! Bought alot of things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are some of the crazy photos... That whole table of japanese food cost only S$40+! From real japanese resturant...I did my nails for just S$8!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/SANY0005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_SANY0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00522.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/SANY0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_SANY0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/SANY0025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_SANY0025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/SANY0030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_SANY0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00566.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8107745-7226460505896048640?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/7226460505896048640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=7226460505896048640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/7226460505896048640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/7226460505896048640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/02/fish-n-co-sin-vs-thailand-bkk-trip.html' title='Fish N Co., SIN VS Thailand, BKK trip'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-2479191069210856717</id><published>2007-01-30T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:50:32.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloured hair, New bed, Cable car</title><content type='html'>Guess what's the time now? Not Tiger time of course...It's 2:14am...just came home from work and this is the only time I am free to update my blog. &lt;em&gt;Nah, shuxain, update liao hoh...hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have coloured my hair! Sick and tired of my blacky hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got myself a new bed from Ikea (for ppl who know what happens to my previous bed, u will understand why I need a new bed...-_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silly photo of me and a artificial cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last off day, I think on 24 Jan, Wahidah, Kenny and I went to Vivocity to watch One last dance. At the end of the movie, you can see there were lots of question marks above my head. I don't know what are they talking about!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, Wahidah and I had a temptation of taking cable car. So we decided to take one round and stop at sentosa to watch the musical fountain. Wah liao...that musical fountain was boring sia....But the cable car ride was....wow so shiok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And oh ya...I bought a new watch...guess how much is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listen how we scream to the max...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gvm5DkkTqw4" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-2479191069210856717?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/2479191069210856717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=2479191069210856717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/2479191069210856717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/2479191069210856717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/01/coloured-hair-new-bed-cable-car.html' title='Coloured hair, New bed, Cable car'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-5792197600402786102</id><published>2007-01-04T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:03:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Welcome to 2007! Wow its a new year, a new blog skin and a new story begins! I didn't went for countdown because I was working. I don't even have the holiday mood! But I had a wonderful christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Barbie christmas tree was found at RafflesCity shopping centre. There was alot of Barbie dolls hanging on the tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23rd Dec was my christmas bash at Club Momo. I was supposed to showcase my accessories there and celebrating christmas at the same time. Thanks for those who supported me that night and those who 'put me aeroplane', thanks for letting me know what kind of person you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First photo: At home (before clubbing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second photo: At Lau pa sa (after clubbing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look as pretty as always....hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/6643.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_6643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/6614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_6614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24th Dec, Christmas Eve. Went to my aunty house and celebrate. Had a wonderful dinner and played a few funny games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mother at bus stop&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yummy sushi..&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00337.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousin and me&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25th Dec, Christmas Day. Went to Marine Parade to have tim sum. After that went to Ah Chun aunty house. My mother's old neighbour...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00345.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00347.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00349.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-5792197600402786102?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/5792197600402786102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=5792197600402786102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/5792197600402786102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/5792197600402786102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-116583924029651797</id><published>2006-12-11T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:14:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told myself that today, no matter what, I must blog! I very lazy la... everyday so tired, if really got time, also sleep la....correct anot?&lt;br /&gt;Ok stop the crap....these are the few things that happen to my &lt;em&gt;already &lt;/em&gt;pathetic life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to Shuxian's house to have some girly chitchat session. And some interesting love confession by someone named...hahaha or whether should I just post the video over here?? Hahaha that depends on how that person treat me on this christmas....hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Jacklynn is not in the picture? Ans: Becos she was damn late...scandaling with her Little Red Car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to Tampines Sakae with JiaHui. Long time never meet up already and her hair grew so long!! Had a wonderful buffet and a &lt;em&gt;sinful&lt;/em&gt; one also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC002561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC002561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC002541.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC002541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00252.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last picture is my newly bought Baby G! Love it so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Starhub called recently to ask me to renew my internet plan and said that they will give away a mp3 and $100 Robinson voucher to me. Since I still need to use internet, this seems like a good deal to me. So...this is my mp3 and voucher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00262.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Expensive mp3 that cost $400 with slide up speaker - Sold to colleague&lt;br /&gt;$100 Robinson voucher - Give to brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who pay the internet bills but in the end I got nothing....:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful christmas deco at Changi Airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00273.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00271.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00301.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00272.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00268.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9Dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's name suddenly appear on my hp as missed call. Never thought that that person will call me, so I didn't return the call. And again my hp rings...Yes, its him. Why is he calling me for? After so long, not even bother me, happily living with his new partner, call me in the middle of the night. I picked up.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hello? Do you know where is Tiger Airways?&lt;br /&gt;Me (thinking): &lt;em&gt;Am I the Tiger Airways hotline or something like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, why?&lt;br /&gt;Him: You working in airport right? Is Tiger Airways at terminal 2?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope...You have to...blar blar blar......to get there. Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;Me: With who? &lt;em&gt;(what a stupid question to ask...idiot also know the answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Him: With Jessica lor...&lt;br /&gt;Me: wah er xin leh....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Him: what er xin? &lt;em&gt;(in a joking manner)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No la...just remember to bring back souvenirs....&lt;br /&gt;Him: oh okok thanks ar bye....toot..toot..toot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have plans to go for an holiday overseas but never had a chance. But now, he was doing it with someone else...haiz....saddening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! This is my house's christmas deco done by my lovely father. Yeah! Mei ma?&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about my father, he is quite pathetic also la....cos everyday he has to sent me downstairs to wait for the transport early in the morning or wait for me when I come home late midnight. This was the photo I took this morning while waiting for the transport.... He always complains that his legs are very tired from standing up...so he will squat down and have a smoke...Poor daddy...&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-116583924029651797?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/116583924029651797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=116583924029651797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/116583924029651797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/116583924029651797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-told-myself-that-today-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-116315486619590821</id><published>2006-11-10T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:38:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long post</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why. I am just tired and lazy to blog. Anyway, nobody ask me why also...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Went to quite a number of places recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19Oct06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I went to east coast with my colleagues to celebrate Habibah's birthday. We ate some seafood including Steve Irwin's murderer -- stingray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big big strawberry!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and birthday gal&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn delicious sia.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can u see that murderer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nazeera (my mentor) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Nov06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hari raya outing! We went to my officer's house. His house is so nicee...very neat.....and of course, I ate alot too....hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My officer's daughter&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4Nov06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vivo city!!! Wah...that day was really a tiring day....I went there to meet my mom and aunty straight after work which was from 0630 to 1500. Shop until 9 plus leh....my whole leg wanted to break already...That place is huge! Its really 'shop till you drop' thingy....Went to a shop that sells winter clothing and took some pictures....Come on everybody lets vote -- pink or white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took it from Vivo city...Its Sentosa!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunty and my mom&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7Nov06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov is my mom's birthday. And since I am off on 7 Nov, my mom decided to take leave and celebrate on that day instead. Morning, me and my mom go Fortunate Restaurant to eat dim sum, went shopping (we are woman afterall). Then in the evening went to 888 coffeeshop with dad and brother for dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/?action=view&amp;current=MOV00224.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="360" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_MOV00224.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-116315486619590821?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/116315486619590821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=116315486619590821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/116315486619590821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/116315486619590821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-post.html' title='Long post'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-116066460978241764</id><published>2006-10-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:55:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, I went to visit my pai ka fren. This gal went to sprain her knee by rollor skating without any protection. See la...skate la....Haiz... The most funniest thing was, she was supposed to teach tuition that day as her student's exam is coming but she didn't feel like going as her knee was really painful. BUT but but, the moment we thought of long time didn't go KTV, she immediately forgot the pain she said: 'Lets go to PartyWorld now!' -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she called her student's mother and cancel the tuition and &lt;em&gt;crawled&lt;/em&gt; to Causeway point&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;Hahaha so funny...&lt;br /&gt;She is Pee sok yin aka Peng shuxian aka Sherlyn Pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00070-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00070-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this at airport Mini Toons. Hope it will give me some luck! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yesterday was my most unluckiest day of all! People say bad luck come in three. Here are the three:&lt;br /&gt;1) I printed the wrong boarding pass to my passenger which resulted the passenger being stopped by the police when going through the immigration because the name not tally with the passport. The police approached my officer and asked who issued the boarding pass and found out it was me as my code was on the boarding pass. Die loh....in the end the police took down my statement and I have to write a report to my manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A family of 3 came to my counter. Father, mother and infant supposed to go back to Indonesia on 17th Oct but want to be on yesterday's flight, 11 Oct. That's all right if we have seats and enough meals on board. So I took them in. But as I was entering their names, I can't do it for the infant. The father claimed that all tickets were electronic but I can't find infant's ticket number. I seek the officer's help but she also can't find the number. I was panicking already because I can't let passenger wait for too long. In the end I escorted the passenger to the SQ ticketing counter. Then we found out that the infant was not holding any ticket! The passenger actually bought a round trip ticket from the agency in Jakarta. This means the infant travelled to Singapore from Jakarta for free! The father had to buy a brand new ticket for the infant in the end....My officer said that I am very sway to kena this kind of case while I am still new and plus the police report earlier on.....haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) After a long day of bad luck, my malay frens and I went to Geylang to break fast. I thought this was the best time to relax myself after work and I never experience breaking fast with the malays so I agree to go with them. I went back home and change as it was still early to our meeting time. After that, when I was going to take MRT from my home to Paya lebar, my heels broke! It was so embarrassing!!! I quickly rushed to Causeway point and straight to Charles &amp; Keith! These are the pictures of what we ate and me before stepping out of the house &lt;em&gt;(because if I have stepped out of the house and my heels broke, I wun be smiling so nice like this...Hahaha) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was my day bad? Ans: Extremely.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my brother's 19th birthday. My family and I went to Causeway point to have lunch at Banquet and ice-cream at swensens. My mother bought us these cute little thingy. It is a speaker that can be attached to a MP3 player. My brother choose the dark brown and me choose the light brown. Cute right?? Hehehe...my mother says we &lt;em&gt;never grow up&lt;/em&gt;....-_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-116066460978241764?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/116066460978241764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=116066460978241764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/116066460978241764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/116066460978241764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-luck.html' title='Bad luck'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115960690974487014</id><published>2006-09-30T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:08:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hairstyle</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair! Or rather trim it la...hehehe &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I always look so good.....*puke* &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a song by &lt;strong&gt;1st lady&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't know how long is the song but find it very nice...It is called &lt;strong&gt;I'm Sorry.&lt;/strong&gt; Here it goes.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say it takes time to get over serious relationships&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve been waiting patiently (patiently)&lt;br /&gt;I’m still stuck on you (stuck on you)&lt;br /&gt;I still picture your face smiling at me (smiling at me)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a big mistake (big mistake)&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ve got to face (gotta face) the consequences of my actions (my actions)&lt;br /&gt;But until your back here in my arms (back in my arms)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never have the satisfaction (satisfaction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know (you know) that I’m sorry(i'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do? (i can do)&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you (make it up)&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything baby (baby)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to make you cry (cry)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to say goodbye (goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry (i'm sorry) I’m sorry that I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day that passes I’m missing you more and more&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time I set eyes on you (first time i set eyes on you)&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was heaven sent (heaven sent)&lt;br /&gt;that I was destined (destined)&lt;br /&gt;To be (to be) with you&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ve messed it up (messed it up)&lt;br /&gt;I pray to god above (i pray to god above)&lt;br /&gt;that you will forgive me (that you will forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;Just take me in your arms (in your arms)&lt;br /&gt;And hold me all night long (all night long)&lt;br /&gt;And tell me you’ll never leave me...&lt;br /&gt;(you'll never leave me baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know (you know) that I’m sorry (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do?&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you (to make it up to you)&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything baby (I'd do anything baby)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m sorry (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to make you cry (make you cry)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry (sorry) I’m sorry that I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;(ooooooooooh ayyyyyyyeaaaayyyy)&lt;br /&gt;I know everybody makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And everybody regrets sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this ruin everything that we had&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you to forget how much I love you baby (i love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;how much I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;You get me missing you baby&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know that I’m sorry (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do?&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you (to make it up to you babe)&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything baby (anything baby)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m sorry (i'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;and I never meant to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;(make you cry baby)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry (i'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I lied &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/8107745-115960690974487014?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115960690974487014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115960690974487014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115960690974487014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115960690974487014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-hairstyle.html' title='New Hairstyle'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115899596511456772</id><published>2006-09-23T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:19:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OJT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have started my OJT yesterday and it was like .... *puke*... All the things that I have learnt at my training centre disappeared once a passenger come to me! Haiz...its tough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the most saddening thing is, I can't see my Potential Number 1 again...Hahaha I told my friend on the first day that I need some motivation to come to work. So, I keep looking for potential guys...Then, I saw him......He is tall, charming, look like ah moh BUT he is married.... -_-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took the same shuttle bus from the airport to the training centre everyday. He is working at Singapore Airline house which is opposite my training centre. Quite a few times, I caught him looking at me too!! Wee~ Hahaha...I took a picture of his back view by my handphone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phew, my Check-in test had over...I got 91...highest in the class...Wee~ Before the test, some trainers wanted to distress us, so they planned a game for us to play and I have won $5 Isetan voucher! Nice...&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/voucher.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_voucher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/winnings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_winnings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last friday, I went to Bugis with Sharon and Sophia. I saw alot of nice clothings and accessories but when I thought of my uniform which I need to wear everyday, I feel very sian...Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its ok, at least I can save some money! Took some silly photos...&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Sophiansharon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_Sophiansharon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/3girls2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_3girls2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/3girls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_3girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I went for my OJT half-way just to attend my graduation. They said going to have nice food for us...different from the welcome party but in the end still the same leh. Only the sardine curry puff change to potato curry puff wad...Chey.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all received a Certificate of Attendance for my course and I am awarded the &lt;strong&gt;Star&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Graduand Award&lt;/strong&gt;! (aka best trainee) Wow.........&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/award.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115899596511456772?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115899596511456772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115899596511456772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115899596511456772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115899596511456772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/09/ojt.html' title='OJT'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115797859446444517</id><published>2006-09-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:43:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guess bag</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went shopping with my mother at Causeway point. We went to eat at the Banquet and it is very very Nice!!! Wow it really change alot...like malay kampong...&lt;br /&gt;We ate bucket rice from a japanese stall and it is damn delicious that we finish the whole bucket! It is quite a large portion for gals so it is recommended to share it among 2 gals...&lt;br /&gt;We went to Metro to buy my shoe and stockings for working. And then, I saw this cute, little pink bag from Guess. It really catches my attention, especially when it is Guess...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight! I bought it straight away. It 75 yusof...quite cheap...I bought a bag for my mother also...150 yusof.....&lt;br /&gt;Now my wallet got a big big hole....:(&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/DSC00075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_DSC00075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115797859446444517?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115797859446444517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115797859446444517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115797859446444517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115797859446444517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-guess-bag.html' title='My Guess bag'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115778558232309143</id><published>2006-09-09T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:09:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New handphone!</title><content type='html'>Yippee! I have a new handphone! Its Sony Ericsson K800i. My brother got K750i. Woo so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took alot of photos with that phone...It's technology is simply amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trainer told us another story...and some jokes that my classmate make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the plane, people who are physically fit and/or with long legs may sit near the emergency exit because there got more room space for long legs.&lt;br /&gt;But long time ago, there was this big size lady need to travel from SIN to US. It was a long flight and she was not assigned to sit near the emergency exit. Her seat was a normal economy seat. Unfortunately, both side of her seat was occupied with passengers also. Therefore, with small room space for legs and not enough space for stretching left and right, she was so cramped up for the 10 or more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the flight had landed at US, the lady got up, took her bag and prepare to disembark. But when she walked half way (one or two steps), she collapsed and died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor later found out that there was a blood clot in her veins and oxygen cannot be transmitted to some parts of the body which causes the death. That incident shocked the airlines industry as that was the first time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;That's why nowadays if you are on a plane, especially to long destination, the TV screen infront of you will show how to do simple exercise during the flight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dear classmate of mine suggested that they should do Singapore Workout! And he still goes on to do the action...I was laughing like hell....Can you imagine hundred of passengers inside the plane doing Singapore Workout?? Hahaha that's so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then there was another classmate who asked:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Where to place the dead body if the aircraft had taken off?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trainer:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Usually if the aircraft takes off not long ago and the passenger had just passed away, the aircraft may U-turn back. But if it is in the middle of the sea.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Throw him into the sea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trainer:&lt;/strong&gt; -_-''' No....The air stewardess will just leave the dead body on his seat or if there was empty seats at the rear (at the back), they will carry the dead body there and cover with blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class:&lt;/strong&gt; 'oh..............'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And again my dear classmate said:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Put the dead body beside the pilot!'&lt;br /&gt;Wah liao.....I almost fell off my chair....Damn funny sia...Can you imagine the pilot's face? Wahahaha.........!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115778558232309143?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115778558232309143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115778558232309143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115778558232309143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115778558232309143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-handphone.html' title='New handphone!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115572801578751784</id><published>2006-08-16T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:33:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shadow</title><content type='html'>I heard a real story from my trainer a few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;She went to Japan a few years back and went to one of the museums there. While looking ard, she and her friends realised that there was a shadow of a man standing permanently on the wall. There was NOTHING in front of the shadow. No people no nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Later she found out from a Guide that actually this was a shadow of a japanese solider who died in World War 2.....&lt;br /&gt;At that time, this solider had finish his duty and was abt to leave. Just then, there was an atomic bomb landed a few km away. Its was fired by the americans.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a few km away, the impact was so huge that the poor solider had been blown away by the fireballs and radiation. He died on the spot and left his shadow on that wall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing this, my class was in total silent. Damn eerie sia......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115572801578751784?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115572801578751784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115572801578751784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115572801578751784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115572801578751784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/08/shadow.html' title='A shadow'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115538122572171187</id><published>2006-08-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T19:13:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucify lose le...I am so sad...&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I went to Kym's chalet to celebrate her 21st birthday. Very fun but most of the time I was watching superband..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Felt so sorry for Jian Cong cos I can't go to his bbq on Sunday as I was working very early the next day and I was not in Woodlands. So, very sorry lor....poor thing...haiz..&lt;br /&gt;I started training on Monday. My class is very fun but no potentials...(that's mean no guys for me) hahaha...all malay or indian guys...Sianz.....I have to learn some of the things that I have learnt in poly all over again..Like airport codes, airline codes...geography.....Monday I will be having a test on these...I want to get FULL marks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning just went for St John's Flag day. Very tiring...really feel old already...can't chiong like the Sec 1 &amp;amp;2...hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115538122572171187?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115538122572171187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115538122572171187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115538122572171187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115538122572171187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/08/lucify-lose-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115457440509311882</id><published>2006-08-03T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:06:45.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of work...</title><content type='html'>First day of work was just basically orientation. But they always made us wait and wait and wait...Fed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I will start work at 2pm. Yesterday really very&lt;br /&gt;tired...somemore must walk with heals...my feet&lt;br /&gt;cannot tahan already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quite interesting la...I was assigned to a&lt;br /&gt;mentor and so I whole day follow her lor...We have&lt;br /&gt;done 2 arrivals and 2 departure..hmm...she has&lt;br /&gt;great patience...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, yesterday there was one&lt;br /&gt;anoucement that goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We have found a passport by the name of&lt;br /&gt;Masaki ...blah blah blah....Can this person come&lt;br /&gt;and collect the passsport at the information&lt;br /&gt;counter. Thank you...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like 'Huh?' Masaki? Misaki?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115457440509311882?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115457440509311882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115457440509311882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115457440509311882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115457440509311882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/08/second-day-of-work.html' title='Second day of work...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115434277553748026</id><published>2006-07-31T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:46:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting work tml......</title><content type='html'>Yawn.....very tired...This morning go SATS take uniform and airport pass. Was very angry because...&lt;br /&gt;At first, I took the uniform from the HR. Then I need to go to the Airport police station to collect my pass. It is just opposite from SATS but still its a long way (need to cross underpass, etc..). So I told my mother to wait for me at the bus stop (SATS' side), no need to go over...and I leave the uniform with her.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached to the police station, they want me to take photo (I knew it) with the uniform (what the hell). No choice, I asked my mother to come over. While changing, I found out that they didn't give me the top! Alamak......I told the police I will come back tml....&lt;br /&gt;My mother said better go back to SATS and ask them for the top. Wah lau....we walk back again...I told the HR that they didn't give me the top and that they didn't say must take photo with the uniform in a very bu shuang attitute...&lt;br /&gt;That lady said:' Huh...no top ar? Then I think no stock loh....'&lt;br /&gt;What the...............&lt;br /&gt;They gave me a spare top and asked me to go back and take photo...die die need the airport pass for work tml....I was furious.....&lt;br /&gt;Walk there again to take photo and walk back again to the bus stop....If you see the map, you will know how far it is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is that precious airport pass......&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/lastscan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_lastscan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115434277553748026?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115434277553748026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115434277553748026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115434277553748026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115434277553748026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/starting-work-tml.html' title='Starting work tml......'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115424368202722273</id><published>2006-07-30T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:14:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents and more presents!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went shopping with Sharon. From Suntec to Orchard...very tiring...Kept searching for presents for Jac &amp; Kym's 21st birthday. Bankrupt ar.....Shop for the whole day only bought a multi-purpose 'chain' for myself ($12). Why multi-purpose? Because it is magnetic and it can form into a bracelet, necklace, choker etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some neoprints session. Long time never take with Sharon liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-98.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="240" height="600" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-98.slide.com.com&amp;amp;amp;channel=72057594038821528&amp;amp;cy=bl"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115424368202722273?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115424368202722273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115424368202722273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115424368202722273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115424368202722273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/presents-and-more-presents.html' title='Presents and more presents!!!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115384683560249463</id><published>2006-07-26T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:00:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misaki - Lucify</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my god...Its Lucify!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope that they will become Singapore's first Superband!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/31-1159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/th_31-1159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/31-1158.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/th_31-1158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love Misaki (Jonathan) the most......He is so hot and cute!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/31-1155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/th_31-1155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/31-1152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/th_31-1152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/31-1151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/th_31-1151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8107745-115384683560249463?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115384683560249463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115384683560249463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115384683560249463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115384683560249463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/misaki-lucify.html' title='Misaki - Lucify'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Lucify/th_31-1159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115336714506412551</id><published>2006-07-20T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:45:45.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party's over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very very tired...and very happy that so many people attended my birthday party. Here are some of the photos by Mei Juan (photographer for that day)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cake with Ayumi's logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030678.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pretty me...hehehe&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/b5a75d2f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_b5a75d2f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My family&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/01072fa0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_01072fa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poly friends&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/a8e117c2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_a8e117c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St John friends&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/810f58b5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_810f58b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Secondary school friends&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/39afcbcb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_39afcbcb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a 21st birthday party at home has its pros and cons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros:&lt;/strong&gt; Receive more ang baos than Chinese New Year, receive more presents than Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030984.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030984.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons:&lt;/strong&gt; My room was in chaos. That was the reason why I don't want my father to switch on the air-con at first. Because all my friends will stuck inside, eat and drink inside. Then what for I rented the chairs? Moreover, they don't even clear up when they left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spilled drinks&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed had collasped...Now I have to put my mattress on the floor :(&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030781.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litters on my table&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at my windows too....&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe you guys can accept people doing this to your room but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...forget it...it's over le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this present the most! Great effort by Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ayumi jigsaw puzzle with my name on it! I think he went to enlarge the poker card and then asked someone to do it into a jigsaw puzzle. Very very sweet......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special thanks to all those friends who had fulfilled my wishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet - Shuxian&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030977.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MP3 player - Meijuan and Jacklynn&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030983.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't have tiara, crown necklace also not bad - Yit hann&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't have one big bouquet of roses, Rose perfume and soap also not bad - Bao Qin&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/P1030974.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phew...long post....last but not least, I am going to start work on 1 Aug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Company: Singapore Airport Terminal Services (SATS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Working location: Singapore Changi Airport, Terminal 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Position: Trainee Customer Service Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bond: 2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contract: 3 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115336714506412551?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115336714506412551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115336714506412551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115336714506412551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115336714506412551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/partys-over.html' title='Party&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/160706/th_P1030678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115302462814976957</id><published>2006-07-16T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:37:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7394/520/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7394/520/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To Adelene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;/strong&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/8107745-115302462814976957?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115302462814976957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115302462814976957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115302462814976957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115302462814976957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115200835459721473</id><published>2006-07-04T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:33:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same script, different cast</title><content type='html'>This is a retake of my life, I was his &lt;em&gt;star&lt;/em&gt; for many nights.&lt;br /&gt;Now the roles have changed, and You're the leading lady in his life.&lt;br /&gt;Lights, camera, now &lt;em&gt;You're on&lt;/em&gt;. Just remember You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it now, cause it won't last, &lt;strong&gt;Same Script Different Cast&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115200835459721473?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115200835459721473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115200835459721473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115200835459721473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115200835459721473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/same-script-different-cast.html' title='Same script, different cast'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115190507896813942</id><published>2006-07-03T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:38:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Birthday Wishlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wallet (Yong Hui says he will get it for me, dunno real anot...hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;2) Guess White Rock Candy watch &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/guess.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/guess.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_guess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;4) BenQ-Siemens CL71&lt;br /&gt;5) Dress&lt;br /&gt;6) Tiara&lt;br /&gt;7) A big bouquet of roses&lt;br /&gt;8) Good health&lt;br /&gt;9) To find a nice job asap&lt;br /&gt;10) Everyone will attend my birthday party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;World Peace! *Puke* :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115190507896813942?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115190507896813942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115190507896813942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115190507896813942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115190507896813942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_guess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115176155417177889</id><published>2006-07-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:45:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish and the Sea</title><content type='html'>One day the Fish told the Sea this:" You can't see my tears, because I'm in the sea."&lt;br /&gt;The Sea then replied:" I can feel your tears, because you are in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the Fish or the Sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is like 'Chao Da', spoil le...So today I went to do treatment. $47 (my mom paid). Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday coming le...Yo Hoo~ Had sent out invitation but few replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday wishlist coming right up. Stay tuned. Hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115176155417177889?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115176155417177889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115176155417177889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115176155417177889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115176155417177889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/07/fish-and-sea.html' title='The Fish and the Sea'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115056432334133847</id><published>2006-06-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:14:16.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>I feel helpless. I don't know what to do. Is this a punishment you are giving me? Or is it my karma? How am I able to convince you? Just like what I have said, it was lack of communication that made us into this state. I don't know how you feel or what you want; you don't know what I really meant. That sentence, 'its the end of us', stabbed a knife in my heart. It is bleeding now...and even though I am a first aider, I don't know how to treat that wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have hurt you too. But I have already said sorry ok? I am sorry! SORRRRYY!!!!!! Please stop asking me questions like 'Am I really the one for you' or 'Am I really worth your love'? I have answered you hundreds, thousands and millions of times. Tell me, what do you expect me to answer? What kind of answers do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you didn't ask me that question. And how I wish I didn't answer you that way. That particular question and answer have killed both of us. Now I can tell you, no reason alright? I like you for no reason ok?! NO REASON! Love no need a reason....Now I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody pass me the key to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Robert Langdon break the code to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we start afresh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115056432334133847?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115056432334133847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115056432334133847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115056432334133847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115056432334133847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115052073668871237</id><published>2006-06-17T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:05:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic words - Coco Lee</title><content type='html'>Magic Words Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Album : Exposed&lt;br /&gt;Artist : Coco Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come to me when you're feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I can count on you during hard times.&lt;br /&gt;We will find a way but it won't come easy.&lt;br /&gt;When the yearning fades away, do we wanna stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be strong for you like you're strong for me.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you holding up so easily.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm having doubts about what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;And future worries are darkening my mind.&lt;br /&gt;That's when you come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;And you just say that magic words and everything is fine again baby.&lt;br /&gt;You just touch me like I love and loving you feels new again...mmm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can get kinda low and I just wanna walk away (from you).&lt;br /&gt;Then you just say the magic words oh baby- and I feel the sun shinning down on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be a pain to you at times.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna find a way to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta learn to deal with you going your way.&lt;br /&gt;And though you can't be here with me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till you come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;And you will say that magic words and everything is fine again baby.&lt;br /&gt;You will touch me like I love and loving you feels new again...mmm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can get kinda low and I just wanna walk away (from you).&lt;br /&gt;Then you just say the magic words oh baby- and I feel the sun shinning down on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling's true.&lt;br /&gt;A sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;And I know you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;When you say the words, the special words, the magic words...&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Say that magic words and everything is fine again baby.&lt;br /&gt;And you just touch me like I love and loving you feels new again...Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can get kinda low and I just wanna walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Then you just say the magic words oh babe- and I feel the sun shinning down on me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115052073668871237?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115052073668871237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115052073668871237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115052073668871237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115052073668871237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/magic-words-coco-lee.html' title='Magic words - Coco Lee'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115021601380409537</id><published>2006-06-14T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:26:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Biscuit</title><content type='html'>I am looking at the moon outside my window now. It is so bright and round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pictures below are baby biscuit. Do you dare to eat? (not real babies of course)&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/d6a9a1cd.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/d6a9a1cd.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_d6a9a1cd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/252bc3b1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_252bc3b1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/17c02282.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/17c02282.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_17c02282.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/efcd2c99.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_efcd2c99.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;There is one china guy whom I knew at birdpark email me lately. He was a chinese acrobats performer and I was their PR then. When he went back to China, he emailed me, telling me he misses me and he likes me very much......I told him that was very silly because he is one year younger than me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then he told me that he was going to Thailand to perform during November last year. I told him to take care and that's it. Nothing happen to us. I almost forgot about him because its been so long since the last email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But that recent email really surprise me. He told me he just came back from Thailand and asked me how am I? Hahaha...he actually did remember this old friend in Singapore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have always treat him as a boy. I find it hilarious even when he says he likes me. I never take it seriously. But what really touches my heart is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) the way he expressed his feelings to me. It was so strong and determine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) in every single email he sent, he will never forget to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Take good care of your health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Don't be too tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Take more rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Be happy always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sleep early always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Wish you success in your work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Don't be too stubbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) he said he wanted to buy a computer just to chat with me online, he even want to learn how to use MSN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) he printed my photos and paste it on his wall(quite funny actually)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The above points may seems stupid and lame to some of you. Even myself, laugh it out loud when I saw his email. It is so childish yet so genuine...Sometimes small little gestures can really break the ice inside me. No matter what he says is real or not, I choose to believe it. Because he has no reason to lie......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanted to share some jokes with you but it will seems very cold because you no longer say: LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I ever turn back time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115021601380409537?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115021601380409537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115021601380409537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115021601380409537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115021601380409537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-biscuit_14.html' title='Baby Biscuit'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_d6a9a1cd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-115001285549045748</id><published>2006-06-11T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:00:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Psychology Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw this at Yahoo Auction....Very nice especially the lamb bracelet...It is so sweet....like me... Wahahaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/lord_2u-img600x450-gu_003_pink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_lord_2u-img600x450-gu_003_pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/victorian_closet-img500x473-lamb_br.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_victorian_closet-img500x473-lamb_br.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my Psychology textbook just now and caught something very interesting. Decided to share it here....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Illuminating the Structure of the Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Do you guys know where is your blind spot? What is a blind spot? Take the test below. &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/blindspot.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_blindspot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find your blind spot, close your right eye and look at the haunted house with your left eye. You will see the ghost on the periphery of your vision. Now, while staring at the house, move the page toward you (in this case, you move closer to the screen la....). When the picture is about a foot from your eye, the ghost will disappear. At this moment, the image of the ghost is falling on your blind spot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But also notice how, when the picture is at that distance, not only does the ghost seem to disappear, but the line seems to run continuously through the area where the ghost used to be. This shows how we automatically compensate for missing information by using nearby material to complete what is unseen. That's the reason you never notice the blind spot. What is missing is replaced by what is seen next to the blind spot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The full reason involve the optic nerve, ganglion cell, bipolar cell and receptor cells. (Ramachandran, 1995) Quite confusing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second one is very interesting...Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Function and Meaning of Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do dreams represent unconscious wish fulfillment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigmund Freud viewed dreams as a guide to the unconscious (Freud, 1990). In his unconscious wish fulfillment theory, he proposed that dreams represent unconscious wishes that dreamers desire to see fulfilled. However, because these wishes are threatening to the dreamer's conscious awareness, the actual wishes ---- called the latent content of dreams --- are disguised. The true subject and the meaning of a dream, then, may have little to do with its overt story line, which Freud called the manifest content of dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He also suggested that certain common symbols with universal meanings appear in dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Symbol (Manifest Content of dream) --&gt; Interpretation (Latent Content) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing up a stairway, crossing a bridge, riding an elevator, flying in an airplane, walking down a long hallway, entering a room, train travelling through a tunnel --&gt; Sexual intercourse&lt;br /&gt;Apples, peaches, grapefruits --&gt; Breasts&lt;br /&gt;Bullets, fire, snakes, sticks, umbrellas, guns, hoses, knives --&gt; Male sex organs&lt;br /&gt;Ovens, boxes, tunnels, closets, caves, bottles, ships --&gt; Female sex organs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Interesting? Well, it is up to you whether you want to believe anot because many psychologists reject Freud's view.&lt;br /&gt;Next, solve this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/9dots.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_9dots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Try to draw four straight lines so that they pass through all nine dots in the grid above --- without lifting your pencil from the grid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-115001285549045748?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/115001285549045748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=115001285549045748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115001285549045748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/115001285549045748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-psychology-mind.html' title='Our Psychology Mind'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_lord_2u-img600x450-gu_003_pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114995067185289808</id><published>2006-06-10T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:46:54.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Vs Buddhism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Just now got into an arguement with my brother. Can anyone tell me is chinese dragon related to Buddhism? I don't know what to explain to 'that Christian' in my house.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a stupid topic about life under the sea. We were talking about could there be living things deep under the sea (we meant really deep...). Then I started saying maybe there could be legend animals like mermaids, dragons or unicorn down there........&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the arguement...He was saying if the dragon is a legend animal(that means nobody will know whether it is real anot), then Buddhism will not be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon = Buddhism&lt;br /&gt;Dragon = not real&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Buddhism = not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually relates dragon with Buddhism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore he tried to scare me by saying my room got ghost! He said that day when he was praying, he felt something behind his back and his back was facing my room.&lt;br /&gt;Brother: If you don't believe, tonight wait until 2.30am!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are a Christian, you cannot scare me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Who say Pastor cannot scare people?&lt;br /&gt;Me: How can a Pastor scare people?!!&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Ok lor. You go and complain lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that huh? Can someone please explain to 'that Christian' in my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....sometimes i think that my health is getting weaker.....A little arguement can cause an asthma attack.....really.......haiz.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114995067185289808?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114995067185289808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114995067185289808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114995067185289808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114995067185289808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/dragon-vs-buddhism.html' title='Dragon Vs Buddhism'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114993261222760211</id><published>2006-06-10T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:00:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, not words, win arguments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just read a story from my friend's blog. Decided to post it here too. Here goes the meaningful story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes we are blind to see the goodness of our spouses and deaf tohear their kind words for us. My husband is an engineer by profession; I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I was getting tired of it. The reasons of my loving him before, had now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.&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 am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability to bring romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.&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;One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted adivorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are not reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess I had started losing faith in him.&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;Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said "I will give you your answer tomorrow...."&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;My hopes just sankby listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paperwith his sketchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the diningtable near the front door, that said, "My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories tocure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face. Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do. I could not pick that flower yet, and die.&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;"My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting as I continued reading. "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk" I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread! Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone! That's life and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.&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;Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form. Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands.&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;And that is our life.&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;Love, not words, win arguments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114993261222760211?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114993261222760211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114993261222760211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114993261222760211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114993261222760211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-not-words-win-arguments.html' title='Love, not words, win arguments.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114975964567642037</id><published>2006-06-08T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:43:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday was my Graduation day. I was very nervous when going up to the stage. My hands was so cold!! It was very very fun. We had our graduation ceremony with the Hospitality graduates and Business graduates. They gave out the certificate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to the Business graduates first, followed by Hospitality then Tourism. But, the way the Business students dress was very different from us (Hospi &amp; tourism). How should I say? Not professional enough? Hehehe hao lian......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Some of the girls wore shirt and pants but without tucking in the shirt. Got one of them wore short skirt(above knee length)! Like going to clubbing....The guys, shirt, pants and tie but without jacket. Some even don't have a tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Although we all came from Business school but we are all trained differently (apart from what we study of course). I remembered my friend once told me that not all business students wear formal everytime. Some even wear it during their 3rd year only. Even their formal presentation, the most they will wear is shirt plus pants or skirt only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But we, as Tourism or Hospitality students, we were wearing formal for every presentation since we were Year 1! And our formal wear was really damn formal....Not only shirt &amp;amp; pants, and also jacket/blazer and tie for guys. These are always a must in every presentation lor....I always thought that every business student will be the same like us. I only came to know this during my final year....how stupid.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My course only got 70 plus students unlike others who got 100 over. Why? Because we were selected through interviews only. Lecturers always call us the elites, the best of the best BUT they are always the noisiest batch of students....Hahaha....we love to talk and talk during lectures until the lecturers vomit blood....Hahahaha we are hospitable ma.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, I am proud to be a Tourism Management graduate from Temasek Polytechinc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0271.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My certificate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pamela &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0261.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ms Grace Chia &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0258.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ms Ivy Tan &amp; me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0254.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me, KaiLing, WeeLing &amp;amp; Huiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0252.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr Dominic Fung!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nelson &amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0249.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JiaHui &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is the fourth day already. Wonder if you have thought of me during these days.......Since you say you don't like me already, there is nothing I can do. Because I have learnt a lesson from Yang. That time, he also said he don't like me anymore. And I was begging him to come back to me. BUT he said he hated me for that....he dislike me.....he asked me to let him go..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want you to hate me....If this is your decision, I will respect it.&lt;/em&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/8107745-114975964567642037?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114975964567642037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114975964567642037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114975964567642037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114975964567642037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114915415837475342</id><published>2006-06-01T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:29:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture says a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My dream house and my room... People says that a picture says a thousand words. Can anyone explain this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/homemaker2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_homemaker2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If I have a family, I would want to have 3 kids. My dream house will be like a cottage surrounded with lots of plants (trees and flowers). There must be some water (water=money) so I put a pond there. I want my children to have the responsibility to know how to take care of living things. Therefore, I have two pet dogs (one is too lonely). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have 2 cars because such a big house with only 1 car is too pathetic, so I put another one (my husband must be rich...hahahaha). I want my children to study hard and play hard, that's why I have playground and bicycle for them. They must know how to cycle. Not like their mother (me). Hahaha...I do not have maids, so my children will have to do housework. No excuse, because even their father has to do a gardener work! Wahahaha...poor darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And me, I will be my children's beloved mother. Wearing red, sitting down there, taking care of their meals.......Scolding and shouting inside the house, just like a normal aunty....Wahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What a wonderful family.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/myroom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_myroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My dream room...But now I don't have such a big room, so this will be my daugther's room. From wallpaper to furniture to carpet, computers, all will be in pink!!! Hahaha...like mother, like daugther. She will have her own desk with computer and two book shelves (one is never enough, she is a genius). She will have the lastest flat screen TV with speakers, DVD player and one Playstation... Not bad ba....I didn't abuse her with only books hor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/sonroom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_sonroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My son's room. I don't know what boys like but I will try my best to give him everything he should has, not he MUST has...hehehe...Like all other boys, he will be sleeping when I ask him to study.....Wahahaha...opps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elouai.com/"&gt;http://www.elouai.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114915415837475342?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114915415837475342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114915415837475342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114915415837475342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114915415837475342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='A picture says a thousand words'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_homemaker2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114913922488523796</id><published>2006-06-01T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:20:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not feeling very good now....Just cried.....Don't ask me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114913922488523796?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114913922488523796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114913922488523796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114913922488523796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114913922488523796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/06/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114845136617090930</id><published>2006-05-24T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:16:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are going to the Zoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Last Saturday went out with ShuXian to find jobs. But in the end, its all crap...not to mention who recommended us to go and which company it is. Wasted us 4 hours of precious shopping time.....&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Fishermen's Wharf at Clarke Quey. The dory fish is superly delicious and cheap!! It was only $6.90 (if I am not wrong). Then later on we went to PS. On our way to Starbucks, we past by a stall selling glasses and of course we, the Shopping Princesses, won't want to miss this opportunity to buy one for ourselves. Hahaha....Here are the pictures taken at Starbucks, Fishermen's Wharf and in the train!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Image023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_Image023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Image019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_Image019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Image018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_Image018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Image014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Image013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_Image013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Image011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/Image012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yesterday I went to the Zoo with one of my birdpark's ex-colleague, Nisham. He asked me whether I am free anot, he wanted to go to the Zoo. And obviously I am free (Jobless you see...) and he got a complimentary ticket for me so, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wah....the last time I went to the Zoo is almost 10 years ago...It had change so much..just like a whole new place to me. I took a photo of my favourite white tiger and here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/PICT0241.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_PICT0241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;After that, we took bus 927 to Lot 1 at Chua Chu Kang. He say he wanted to watch a movie. And at first we decided on Over The Hedge but he say he haven't watch Da Vinci code...so ok lor...I don't mind watch it twice cause haven't fully understand the story plus, he is paying the ticket ma.....hahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;For the whole day, we were caught by another two birdpark's ex colleague...Jia lat...For me its ok cause I don't work there anymore but for him ar....Liao....Today confirm there are rumours spreading around...Haiz...I am used to it already....People at the birdpark are too bored with their jobs already. They need some juicy gossips to spice up their life....I don't mind la cause I used to listen to those gossips as well....Hahahaha&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/8107745-114845136617090930?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114845136617090930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114845136617090930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114845136617090930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114845136617090930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-are-going-to-zoo.html' title='We are going to the Zoo!!!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114806229263901916</id><published>2006-05-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:17:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just came back from causeway point. Watch The Da Vinci Code with Alick, EeJet, HaoJie, Jacklynn and Lingsze. Eejet treated us because tomorrow is his 21st birthday!!! My goodness I almost forgot because I long time didn't look at my organizer already...So sorry Eejet.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For people who have read The Da Vinci code book, maybe you will think that the movie is not as good. But for non-readers like me, its amazing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Something made me abit sad just now...at Jack's Place dining table. Whenever people ask why didn't ZhiHao or Jessica join us for movie, outing or St John, some of the few eyes will look at me. What does that mean? Am I the culprit or are they the victims? Why don't they recalled that ever since ZhiHao had a new gf, he had seldom go out with us already. And Jessica, she is the worst. Why? Because she didn't even come for camp or expedition. She has not been together with us since very long already.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have tried to explain but Alick and Eejet stopped me. I feel like throwing the tickets at them and run out of Jack's Place. Actually, I shouldn't have tried to explain. It only makes me feel stupid........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe it is meant to be a joke or nobody is blaming anybody BUT please put yourself into my shoes.....sometimes jokes do hurt..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114806229263901916?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114806229263901916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114806229263901916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114806229263901916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114806229263901916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114766843935210110</id><published>2006-05-15T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:47:19.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just received a photo from ShuXain....taken at the chalet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/DSC02440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_DSC02440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am fat lor.........:(&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/8107745-114766843935210110?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114766843935210110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114766843935210110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114766843935210110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114766843935210110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-received-photo-from-shuxain.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_DSC02440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114752976500241861</id><published>2006-05-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:16:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For the past one week, I was staying at my grandma's house. Sent out alot of resumes but none called....Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to ShuXian's birthday chalet. Happy 21st Birthday babe! The next one will be me....hahahaha.....Played heart attack the whole night until my hand become red lobster and I only won twice lor...&lt;br /&gt;This morning went to St John for their farewell party. Nowadays the seniors are very fortunate. They will receive gifts from their juniors....Not like last time...My batch planned for our own farewell party, entertain ourselves and THEM and sabo ourselves also....how lame....It should call Senior Self-entertaining party....&lt;br /&gt;Took some photos but not alot.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/PICT0218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_PICT0218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ms Ong really ordered too much food!!! Many boxes of pizza, bee hoon, curry puffs, spring rolls and many more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/PICT0217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_PICT0217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lai Yit Hann, please take off your ugly earings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/PICT0215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_PICT0215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me and my Dear Daniel (but please, I am not Hello Kitty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And oh ya, my new hairstyle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To Someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't know the reason for you to stop contacting me and I am tired to ask...Maybe you should enlighten me someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Actually, I should be asking what you want rather than you asking me...&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/8107745-114752976500241861?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114752976500241861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114752976500241861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114752976500241861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114752976500241861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/05/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_PICT0218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114667171847874318</id><published>2006-05-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:55:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Lesbian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wah...Finally can update blog liao...I am very tied up with work recently but don't worry, I have fired the boss liao. Plus, my computer gone crazy again...Luckily, my friend came and fix for me. For those who want to know why I quitted, can come and ask me verbally, I am very lazy to type it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today, a guy friend asked me a question that nobody had ever asked me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Are you a lesbian?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Should I laugh or should I cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I knew him at birdpark. He is a IT person from Zoo and he will always come to birdpark if there is any IT problem. I am quite close to him in the last few months because I always went out with him late at night. He will drove me to Sembawang park or Yishun jetty. I always tell him about my ex-bf, how I miss them so much and some family problems. I really treat him as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But I know his thinking is different from mine. He wanted something more than a friend. Therefore, there are times that he wanted to hold my hands or touch my head or hair but I had stopped him and had once shouted him: ' I don't like guys to touch me!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And because of this, he thinks I am abnormal. He thought I am a lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;May I ask this world, what's wrong for protecting myself? Is it normal for a gal to allow a guy to touch her without any reason? Why am I abnormal? This is ridiculous....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114667171847874318?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114667171847874318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114667171847874318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114667171847874318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114667171847874318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-lesbian.html' title='I am a Lesbian...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114511515367657120</id><published>2006-04-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:32:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Phew finally can update blog....I am very very tired and busy from the day I started working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My first day was the day when my company had a fashion show at the Paul &amp; Joe boutique. It was very fun and I was very damn embarass when I was helping a male model to change his clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On the 13th of April was my Sloggi roadshow. If you guys had read the newspaper about models wearing Sloggi lingerie, parading down Orchard Road, that's the one. On that day, I worked from 8.30am to 11pm. On the previous day, when I had to prepare the props, I stayed until 1am. So can you see how shag am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It is really a tough job...Low salary, long hours, everytime injured myself,lost my beauty sleep and need investments. Why? Because I will pay for the taxi fare first before I can claim from my boss. And we hardly stay inside the office, we will always been running around...therefore, we always will take cab....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanted to quit already because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- I am not interested in fashion show although it may seem interesting and fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- The job don't worth the salary.....like cheap labour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- My 2 colleauges wanted to quit already...so I guess I will have many work to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(shortage of manpower = suffer to death) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What do you all think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just came back from St John HQ. Went to support the competition teams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ambulance Adult - Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ambulance Cadet - Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nursing Adult - 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nursing Cadet - Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114511515367657120?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114511515367657120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114511515367657120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114511515367657120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114511515367657120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/04/coolie.html' title='Coolie...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114389672176919552</id><published>2006-04-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:05:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>German</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Found this very interesting...should sell it in Singapore...It is a sex education book for children in Germany...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/G001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/G002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/G003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/G004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/G005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/G006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/G007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114389672176919552?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114389672176919552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114389672176919552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114389672176919552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114389672176919552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/04/german.html' title='German'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_G001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114389591548468850</id><published>2006-04-01T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:51:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayumi wallpaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My current desktop wallpaper. Nice one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Ayumi/2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Ayumi/th_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Monday will be my first day at Jupz production.&lt;br /&gt;Location: 163 Geylang Lorong 3 (nearest MRT:Kallang)&lt;br /&gt;Type of company: Events&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10am - 7pm Monday to Friday&lt;br /&gt;Salary: Don't even think of robbing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wish me best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114389591548468850?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114389591548468850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114389591548468850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114389591548468850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114389591548468850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/04/ayumi-wallpaper.html' title='Ayumi wallpaper'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Ayumi/th_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114313131113362890</id><published>2006-03-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:29:19.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital doctor VS Clinic doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The doctors at the hospital that my mum went to when she fainted that day was very...erm... how to say?....no skill....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When my mother reached home, she felt pain in some area of her body (neck and back) and there was a bruise on her hand. But the doctors didn't say anything. What I mean is, after a person fainted, that person will feel a bit blur and do not sense pain immediately. And usually falling from a chair will not only caused one injury. The doctors did not perform full body check and didn't even find out the cause of fainting. They just gave my mother some pain killers and that cost $70!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went to see the doctor at my house nearest clinic because my mother can't tahan the pain already. And the doctor was surprise that the hospital didn't find out the cause of fainting by blood testing and stuff. The doctor wanted to do blood testing but it was too late at night therefore he gave my mother somemore medicine for the neck and back pain and come back if it doesn't cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor at the hospital:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I only heard him saying this:"Oh auntie, you can go home already. I will give you some pain killers. There is nothing wrong with your head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor at the clinic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-checking my mother neck and back carefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-give injection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-listen to what my mother says attentively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-padding my mother's shoulder, asking her to take good care of herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-said goodnight to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-didn't charge us consultation fee ($30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The doctor at the clinic seems to treat my mother very good, like want to woo her but NO loh... He is a very nice and caring doctor...unlike the doctor at the hospital........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114313131113362890?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114313131113362890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114313131113362890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114313131113362890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114313131113362890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/hospital-doctor-vs-clinic-doctor.html' title='Hospital doctor VS Clinic doctor'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114300876964897150</id><published>2006-03-22T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:29:02.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is height so important?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am very tired. Came back home abt 5 plus from hospital. My mother fainted at work and knocked on her head...One big balugu behind........Went to hospital at 9 plus last night then waited for discharge until 4 plus....Somemore I am alone lor cos they only allow one accompany person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But everyone please don't be panic. She is ok now. She can eat Mac, watch tv and even scold me. So should be alright la....hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let's talk about life now. Sometimes I wonder why I study tourism? What do I really want or achieve in life? Yesterday, I saw some paramedic specialists working at the hospital. I was thinking...actually I do have the passion for saving lives. If not, why do i join St John? So while waiting for my mother, I started to plan my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have a Diploma in Tourism Management and I want to have a job which is related to this. At the same time, I want something different in my life too. Apart from the normal 9 to 5 job, I want something which is challenging, self-fulfiling job....and that is to be a paramedic specialists. After 2-3 years time, I hope to be a manager in a events company and then I will quit my job to join the civil defence. Nice isn't it? But let's see the Pre-requistes of a Paramedic specialist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To be a Paramedic Specialist, you must meet the following requirements:&lt;br /&gt;-Singaporean or Permanent Resident of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;-5 GCE 'O' level credits, GCE 'A' level, ITC / CBS or Polytechnic Diploma holder&lt;br /&gt;-Not colour blind. If shortsighted, lower than 500 degrees per eye.&lt;br /&gt;-Physically fit. Male applicants must be PES A or B or C1.&lt;br /&gt;-Minimum height for males and females is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.6m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Minimum weight for males and females is 50kg.&lt;br /&gt;-Minimum Pass standard for NAPFA or IPPT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What the (toot).....again I didn't meet their height requirement. Why is height so important? Are all short people like me dumbos? I am so disappointed..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tourism is my &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To be a Paramedic specialist is my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To be a pilot is my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dream.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114300876964897150?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114300876964897150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114300876964897150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114300876964897150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114300876964897150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-is-height-so-important.html' title='Why is height so important?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114274739280097852</id><published>2006-03-19T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:49:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The door is locked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can't go in. I tried giving us a chance but you don't give me the key. You are waiting for someone, someone who can replace me anytime. Who am I to you? You didn't answer. You let nature takes its course but time is limited and could change many things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't expect me to be understandable everytime when you don't reply, I will assume that you choose to avoid. I wanted to move on....but you decided to stay. Our footsteps are not getting along quite well because you are too slow........I am too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am not sad 'cause I didn't really happy before. I am just disappointed that you choose not to be my man.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114274739280097852?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114274739280097852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114274739280097852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114274739280097852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114274739280097852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/door-is-locked.html' title='The door is locked.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114266428559907501</id><published>2006-03-18T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:44:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Went for two interviews yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1) Customer Service Officer (Spa) at Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2) Sales &amp; marketing executive at Jurong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The first one is quite ok because I went to the agency that the company had hired. So the lady just briefly tell me the job scope and stuff and she will arrange another interview with the spa for me. She had called later saying that the interview is on this coming Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The second one is more scarier....First it is a small company located at some wulu place. All the staff are bimbos and the Director was once graduated from my secondary school. She asked me some questions which really stunned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1) Tell me more about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2) Explain the definition of Sales and Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3) How does the 4Ps of Marketing relate to each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4) Explain how to sell and promote a bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5) A financial company wants to give their employees some incentives. Explain how to sell your ideas to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;6) Tell me why should I hire you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shock anot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;After that I went to west coast park with the gals. Bao Qin drove us there but her parking....erm......hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;That place is fun man! Lots of playgrounds to play and a 24 hours Mac. We played until very high sia....Even quarrel with a small and rude girl....She scolded us stupid and threw sands at us....I wanted to slap her face sia....but quarrel with a small kid is a quite an embrasses thing to do la....Therefore we just walked away..........But that place is so happening!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114266428559907501?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114266428559907501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114266428559907501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114266428559907501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114266428559907501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-for-two-interviews-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114241856777548403</id><published>2006-03-15T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:30:08.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-evaluation</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Girlfriend From Hell!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/girlfriend-from-hell.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hell on wheels, which is sometimes a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;But it's often a bad thing, as you usually leave your guy's head spinning.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, or else your relationship will end in a loud crash.&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll end up with a guy so wild - even you can't tame him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffe7f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fef4f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Forward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whydontyouhaveaboyfriendquiz/too-forward.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that you've got game&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too much game for some guys&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just that some men like a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Or they think they're not challenging enough for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whydontyouhaveaboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114241856777548403?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114241856777548403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114241856777548403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114241856777548403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114241856777548403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/self-evaluation.html' title='Self-evaluation'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114240944391496299</id><published>2006-03-15T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:59:03.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very fun to play with all these tests!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is so true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And that's marriage - with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;You're serious about settling down some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is so true too...I am the first child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are Likely a First Born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/first-born.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when you're researching.&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Love Element Is Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/earth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you have consistency and integrity.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about staying grounded and centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with your zest for life and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by setting the scene, creating a unique moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady progress and stability are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;You may take things too slowly, but you never put your heart at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Earth element: need each other too much to build a good foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114240944391496299?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114240944391496299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114240944391496299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114240944391496299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114240944391496299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-fun-to-play-with-all-these-tests.html' title='Very fun to play with all these tests!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114240607556384227</id><published>2006-03-15T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:01:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I chose the wrong course?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114240607556384227?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114240607556384227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114240607556384227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114240607556384227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114240607556384227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-i-chose-wrong-course.html' title='Did I chose the wrong course?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114240537569748414</id><published>2006-03-15T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:54:51.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;On monday, I went to Marina south with Nelson, KaiLing, HuiTing, Aaron, ZhiFan &amp; Charlene. I have my first fly kite experience! Believe it or not, I nearly gone crazy playing! After that, we went to eat steamboat. Nice Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mini lobster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;KaiLing's signature stun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Both of them are crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful lotus flower....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0169.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114240537569748414?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114240537569748414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114240537569748414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114240537569748414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114240537569748414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-monday-i-went-to-marina-south-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114205997249524265</id><published>2006-03-11T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:52:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so depressed...My exam results sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Consultancy Project Management &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-Business in Hospitality &amp; Tourism &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitality &amp;amp; Tourism Seminars &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism Development &amp; Policies &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Introduction to Psychology &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GPA from 2.52 drop to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.38&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't even have one single B! At first, I thought I may do well in my TDP because I got B for my coursework. But haiz....Can anyone just kill me? Why must give me C+? Might as well give me a B! Arghhhh.....I want to cry..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114205997249524265?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114205997249524265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114205997249524265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114205997249524265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114205997249524265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/poor-results.html' title='Poor Results'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114191571241519809</id><published>2006-03-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:48:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I? Its my dream!</title><content type='html'>Its my dream to be a fighter plane pilot but I don't think I can make it. What about a Cadet Pilot in the Singapore Airlines Cargo? Take a look at this: http://www.siacargo.com/cadetpilot.asp &lt;br /&gt;They didn't need any height requirement wor....Should I? &lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;-High Salary&lt;br /&gt;-Discounted air tickets&lt;br /&gt;-Good reputation (I am a pilot! Can you imagine?) &lt;br /&gt;-Fulfil my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;-Frequent travel (Don't miss me wor)&lt;br /&gt;-High pressure will lead to skin aging&lt;br /&gt;-Takes many years to become First officer&lt;br /&gt;-If eyesight deteriorate, have to quit the job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114191571241519809?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114191571241519809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114191571241519809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114191571241519809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114191571241519809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/should-i-its-my-dream.html' title='Should I? Its my dream!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114187983031100765</id><published>2006-03-09T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:50:30.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday I went for a interview at Chinatown. At first, I don't even know what is the company' name and don't know what they do, I just went for the interview blindly. The company's name is Kakanee Acquisitions, website is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cobragroup.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.cobragroup.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;. Quite a big company and I must go through 3 interviews. Wah...I kan chiong like hell...the interviewer is an ang mo and he make 5 of us to sit in a room and ask questions....So pai sei............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Monday I went to birdpark and gave a presentation. Also kan chiong like hell....At first I thought only my ex-manager and assistant manager will be there to attend. But my ex-manager went to ask the Executive Director to join us too lor! My goodness......I could see my leader was very nervous too cos he kept pronouns wrongly or don't know what to say....Hahahaha me too also very kan chiong....kan chiong until I don't even know I was shivering....Hahaha so funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So sian now....no job, no money.........Please hire me ba!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114187983031100765?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114187983031100765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114187983031100765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114187983031100765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114187983031100765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/heart-attack.html' title='Heart Attack!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114144747452219860</id><published>2006-03-04T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:44:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering to a Social Uni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My exams are finally over. Now searching for full-time jobs. Thursday I went to the Career Fair with Jiahui at Suntec. It was quite disappointing as there were more educational booth(2/3) than the employment booth. People who want to work in the Tourism/Hospitality industry, you just have to go straight to the STB booth and take all the brochures from Travel, MICE, Attractions, F&amp;B, Spa, Retail and many more. Inside of the brochure, they will list down all the companies who are hiring people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Love is really gone. I hate him for not saying goodbye before he left. He had totally forgotten me. I hate him........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah..my friend came back from Brunei le. Did he kept his promise? Hmm.....only he will know....By the way, any souvenirs? Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Funny Joke: I sign up for Jetstar Asia cabin crew. Hahaha but sadly, I do not meet their height requirement. (What the....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114144747452219860?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114144747452219860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114144747452219860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114144747452219860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114144747452219860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/03/entering-to-social-uni.html' title='Entering to a Social Uni'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-114044298102378210</id><published>2006-02-20T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:43:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuki</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have adpoted a virtual pet(found on Sharon's blog) named &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, my white tiger. Hehehe...I put it right at the bottom of the right column. It can play with me! It will go wherever your mouse is going! &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kawaii ne....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Exams coming le. Stress coming le(or came long ago). My friend is coming back tomorrow le. My Love gone le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What am I talking??? Siao. Yes I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-114044298102378210?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/114044298102378210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=114044298102378210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114044298102378210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/114044298102378210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/02/yuki.html' title='Yuki'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113999637643735142</id><published>2006-02-15T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:39:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/ggvalentines2/happyvalentinesday21564.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I spent my Valentine's Day with JiaHui to Orchard yesterday. We watched Casanova. Not a bad show but advise not to watch it on weekends...not worth $8.50...hahaha...After that, met Zhong for dinner...So sian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haiz...no surprise gift, no secret admirer, no miracles and no flowers..........Sian.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113999637643735142?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113999637643735142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113999637643735142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113999637643735142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113999637643735142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V day!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113976299560160090</id><published>2006-02-13T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:15:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening PC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanted to blog for a very very long time. Before Chinese New Year, during and after. But my sickening pc keeps giving problems. So sian..wanted to put some Chinese New Year greetings here but now cannot liao.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actually Chinese New Year is quite tiring. Eat is tiring, go people's house is tiring, take ang baos also very tiring and the most tiring is GAMBLE. Sit down there for so many hours, the winnings also not enough to cover transportation. Sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today the moment is finally here. They are happily together. Seriously, what can I do? Now, all the eyes are not only focusing on them, but also on me. Therefore, in order for me not to look so pathetic, I should be strong and move on. Alright, case closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last friday was my last day of school in my Poly life and I took many pictures with my lecturers and schoolmates. These are some of the pictures.....But most importantly, is my picture with Mr Dominic Fung. Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/Jessica.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_Jessica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/SharonWanYi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_SharonWanYi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/MsChia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_MsChia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/MsTan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_MsTan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/MrFung.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_MrFung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/Nelson.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_Nelson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/JiaHuiSharon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_JiaHuiSharon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/Aaron.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_Aaron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Valentines' is coming. Who will be here with me? Any surprises? Hahaha...hmm...long time didn't receive flowers already.....hmm..........zzzzZZZZZ...............*SLAP*!! Wake up my mind la.....&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/8107745-113976299560160090?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113976299560160090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113976299560160090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113976299560160090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113976299560160090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/02/sickening-pc.html' title='Sickening PC'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_Jessica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113751576546921685</id><published>2006-01-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:36:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bg border="0" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung/isfj.html"&gt;ISFJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - "Conservator". Desires to be of service and to minister to individual needs - very loyal. 13.8% of total population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113751576546921685?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113751576546921685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113751576546921685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113751576546921685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113751576546921685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-personality-test.html' title='My Personality Test'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113699595080164235</id><published>2006-01-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:13:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will, however, continue to wait for a miracle. Waiting for you to come and take me to your heart. Waiting for you to hold my hands and walk towards eternity. 2 years will be fast. We can still continue with our lives now. I don't mind whether I am in your heart right now or not. I just hope that my efforts will eventually lead me to happiness. I will wait.......&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/8107745-113699595080164235?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113699595080164235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113699595080164235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113699595080164235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113699595080164235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/01/waiting-for-miracle.html' title='Waiting for a Miracle'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113687093693926543</id><published>2006-01-10T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:28:57.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year had come....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again this year, same place, same exhibition and same person. Every year (since 2002) at this time, I will definitly look out for something, or rather somebody at the Rafflescity Shopping Centre. Yes, I went to that place again yesterday. And I saw Wang Yong again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He still give me that heart bumping feeling. We went out after his work at the Coffee Bean near Borders at Orchard. We sat there and talk for a very long time. Talk about his work, his family and us. He wanted to give me some money but I rejected. For what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked him to wait for me for 5 years that time and that's was 3 years before. But he said he can't promise anything. I agree. I also don't wish him to make empty promises either. Yesterday, he said after 2 years from now, if both of us does not have any partner, he will come back and look for me. I was so happy and I definitly wish this will come true but I don't dare to have high hopes. I do love him until now and this is not the same as other relationship. Even though I did love my other ex-boyfriends that time and until now still can feel the pain, this is a totally different thing to compared. Everyone, including me, can't compared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wang Yong is special to me...so special that nobody can replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113687093693926543?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113687093693926543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113687093693926543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113687093693926543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113687093693926543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-year-had-come.html' title='Another year had come....'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113671270226924282</id><published>2006-01-08T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:03:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summary of My Love Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever I thought of my love life, my heart aches. There are several guys who caused this huge pain in my heart. Till now, although we all have our own lives, new partner, I am still very sad. What had they done to me? Or rather what had I done to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First relationship in my life....&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Khoo Hui Yang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our relationship that time was too fast that I hardly remember anything. We were Secondary One. Same class. And it was like love at first sight, to me only. He didn't like me at first, he liked my friend though.&lt;br /&gt;Time frame: About one or two weeks (don't remember liao).&lt;br /&gt;Reason for breakup: I initiated. I think I blame him for pointing middle finger at me which until now he still deny it...So don't know what's wrong with my eye..Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Second relationship in my life....&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wee Zhi Hao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wah...this one...Long story...It happened in Secondary One also, after HuiYang. I remember he ask my friend for my phone number and always pull my hair which i hated alot! Hahaha...those were the days. He was also my St John friend. Then he asked me to be his girlfriend and my answer was quite funny:&lt;br /&gt;Him: Can you be my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: what if I say no?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I will try again until you agree.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if I say yes?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Then I will happy until I die (Hao xing dao si)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then you go and die lo...&lt;br /&gt;Him: That's mean you agree le la?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya la........&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha so funny...I am always so playful...I like to play tricks...hahahaha...My first dating movie was with him and another couple. We watched Feng Yun (so orbiang now).&lt;br /&gt;Time frame: 1-2 months ba...&lt;br /&gt;Reason for breakup: I initiated. I told him that I was too afraid that my parents will find out but in actual fact, I don't like him anymore. I don't really like him in the first place, I was just excited to have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Third relationship in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wee Zhi Hao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In Secondary Three, we were together again. I was the one who wanted to patch up, due to lonliness I guess. But this time I really did love him. We were once named as a perfect match. He dote me alot and I was so understanding. Hahaha so proud of myself...As long as I remember, we hardly quarrelled. Everything was so wonderful and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Time frame: 10 months plus&lt;br /&gt;Reason for breakup: He initiated. He said he wanted to have a single life which, I found out later, was a lie. He fell in love with his classmate. I was so heartbroken that time. I hated him. Really. He did ask for patch later on but I rejected. I had no confident with him anymore. This was the first time I felt betrayed. After this relationship, my other relationship later on are all gone case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fouth relationship in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seah Boon Heng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He was my Primary school friend who likes me since Pri Five. He was very sweet that time. Actually I have been touched by him but I didn't admit becuase he was very playful that time, always get scolded by teachers, didn't study well and that time we were still very young leh... After Zhi Hao broke up with me, he asked me to be his girlfriend again. It was around end of Sec Three. I accepted. But we didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;Time frame: 3 months&lt;br /&gt;Reason for breakup: He initiated. He said its very hard to have a relationship through phone calls only, which I agreed. Its true that we didn't have much time together because we lived very far and I need to study everyday. Saturdays and Sundays, I will need to tell lies if I want to go out with him. So eventually, in our whole relationship we only met once. He told me honestly that there was a girl who went find him very oftenly. I didn't blame him though. Until now, we are still very good friends. I think our friendship is still stronger than our love relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fifth relationship in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xavier Yuen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have nothing to say about this guy. Even though we are no longer together now, I still dislike him as a friend. That time was in Sec four. We were quite sweet la...But later part we started to quarrelled very oftenly. I started losing my temper. What I hated most was that he would not open his 'golden mouth' when quarrelling. I wanted him to tell me his thoughts and feelings but he always don't want. Overall he is not an ideal partner because he had unrealistic goals and doesn't want to study.&lt;br /&gt;Time frame: 11 months&lt;br /&gt;Reason for breakup: I initiated. We had a few break-patch because I really can't stand his 'golden mouth'. I was no longer so understanding. I did asked for patch up after that, but he rejected. Later on I found out that he had been sending a girl to work oftenly during our relationship. I hated him, the girl and myself. I was the one who let this thing happened. I was the one who let him has the chance to fall in love with that girl. I was the one at fault. I cried. I wet my friend's skirt with my tears. I felt terrible and miserable. My fault really......I let this relationship breaks in my hands. This is a betrayal number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sixth relationship in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wee Zhi Hao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;During Sec Five, we were together again. We believed that we were destined to be together. But after the previous relationship, I seems to lost the understanding me. I demanded more from him. I threaten him that he was the one who betrayed me at first. But even though I treated him badly, I love him very very much. He was really the love of my life. I put in alot of effort. Because of him, I have changed alot of myself. But he have changed alot since he graduated from Sec Sch and went into Poly. He no longer tolerates me. He asked for breakup many times. And everytime, I used my 'whole life tears' to beg him back.&lt;br /&gt;Time frame: 9 months&lt;br /&gt;Reason for break up: He initiated. He broke up with me just before my O' Levels. I told him I was just like a catus. I had kicked my bad habit(my temper), I have changed myself for him just like a catus which don't have its needles(leaves). He had plucked all my needles which I needed to survive. But he left me just like that. Like a catus without needles...cannot survive anymore...&lt;br /&gt;He blamed me for not visting him at the hospital but I did explain to him that I need to study for my O' Levels, plus I did went to see him after each exam. I just didn't go for that particular day and he just broke off with me like that. Later on, I have found out that he fell in love with his Poly classmates. Blaming me for not visiting him was just an excuse if you guys can see. Betrayal number 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seventh relationship in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wang Yong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He is 13 years older than me. I met him at my workplace in 2002, while waiting for my O'Levels results. That feeling was very special, unlike the normal realtionship I had before. He is a Chinese and worked as a tour guide. He just came to Singapore for awhile and needs to go back to China afterwards. I remembered that day at the airport, I was really really sad. We both had the best memories. We went out, went to cityhall, went to Chinatown and went to Sentosa. Because of him, I do not have any boyfriend for almost 2 years. I kept waiting for him to come back every year(he will come to Singapore once a year).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time frame: 1 month plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reason for breakup: He initiated. Its very complicated and shall not talk about it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eigth relationship in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Khoo Hui Yang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't know why we are back together again. After a long break, I choose to have a relationship again. I believe what others had told me : Do not give up no matter how bad was the relationships you had before. So...here came hui yang...I had wrote most of the things regarding me and him in the previous post so shall not talk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time frame: 5 moths plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reason for breakup: He initiated. He don't love me anymore. Its as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninth relationship in my life....Mystery Person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will that be? I want a person who is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as romantic and understanding as ZhiHao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;able to talk sense to me like ZhiHao &amp; Wang Yong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dote me very much like Wang Yong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;able to go through hardship like Wang Yong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;able to make me laugh like Wang Yong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;able to be my best shopping mate like Hui Yang&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/8107745-113671270226924282?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113671270226924282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113671270226924282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113671270226924282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113671270226924282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/01/summary-of-my-love-life.html' title='A Summary of My Love Life'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113661262141633895</id><published>2006-01-07T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:43:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wife Who Forgot She Had a Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;In wedding portraits on the walls of their Las Vegas, New Mexico, living room, Kim and Krickitt Carpenter look like any young newly-weds deeply in love and filled with hope for their new life together. But Krickitt admits it causes her some pain now to look at the pictures or to see herself in the wedding video, walking down the aisle in her lacy white gown. “I would almost rather not watch it,” she says. “It makes me miss the girl in the picture more and more.”&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, that Krickitt is gone, lost forever. Less than 10 weeks after the September, 1993, ceremony, the Carpenters were in a nightmarish auto accident that badly injured them both and left Krickitt comatose. Though doctors initially doubted she would survive, she rallied, regaining consciousness and, eventually, most of her physical abilities. But the trauma to her brain caused retrograde amnesia, erasing virtually her entire memory of the previous 18 months including any recollection of the man she had fallen in love with and married. “The last 2½ years have been based on a story I’m told,” says Krickitt, 26, “because I don’t remember any of it” (Fields-Meyer &amp; Haederle, 1996, p. 48)&lt;br /&gt;For Krickitt Carpenter, the road to recovery has been a slow one. Although she retained most of her long-term memories after the accident, she had no recent recollections of her marriage or her husband, Initially, when she returned to living with Kim, it was like being with a stranger toward whom she felt no emotion, and the marriage faltered. However, by retracing the origins of their relationship – the Carpenters began by having “dates” – they were able to reforge the bonds that had been shattered. On Valentine’s Day three years after the accident, Kim proposed to Krickitt again, and she accepted. A short time later, the couple exchanged rings and recited new vows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a short story from my Psychology textbook. After reading this, I feel that I rather be the wife who lost her memory, than the husband who lost his wife who forgets that she ever loved him before because I really can't take it when my loved one forgets how to love me....&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/8107745-113661262141633895?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113661262141633895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113661262141633895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113661262141633895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113661262141633895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/01/wife-who-forgot-she-had-husband.html' title='The Wife Who Forgot She Had a Husband'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113643534733176948</id><published>2006-01-05T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:29:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As expected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Haiz New year had passed...And as expected, nobody agrees to follow my plan. In the end, me, Irene n Ee jet went to Explanade to watch fireworks then after that watched midnight movie-Narnia. I love this movie very much...I confirm want to buy the vcd to watch it again! In conclusion, I am still a lousy person as I am. Don't tell me I am not lousy, prove to me. These are the photos I took that day. Thanks very much to Irene and Ee Jet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0081.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I only attracted to older man? Hahahaha...seems like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113643534733176948?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113643534733176948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113643534733176948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113643534733176948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113643534733176948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-expected.html' title='As expected...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113578449260388131</id><published>2005-12-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:42:57.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a lousy person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently I have been tied down by projects n projects. So tired until I can't breathe... Christmas had come and passed and New Year is round the corner. How I spent my christmas this year? Disappointedly, not with secret admirer, not with boyfriend and not even with friends but with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;I had sent a christmas cum invitation cards to my close sisters, asking them to spend their christmas eve at my house. We can have movies, logcakes, games, gift exchange and countdown. But only one of them reply me immediately(I think once she received the card) that she couldn't make it because she needs to work. The others just simply wait for me to SMS them...I appreciate the one who is the first to tell me though she couldn't make it. Moreover, no christmas cards from either of my friends. From primary school to secondary school to poly, not a single one. Nobody in my poly remembers my birthday, now this is another one....Great disappointment....&lt;br /&gt;But really thanks to the people who have sent their greetings to me on christmas this year. Very sweet...&lt;br /&gt;Am I really a lousy person? Nobody likes me is it? Close friends seems to take each other for granted...I feel so down. Nobody seems to care...Everybody had grown up and have their own life(e.g boyfriend) and have forget about the friendship that used to be so precious. Haiz disappointed...If nobody cares, then forget it la...&lt;br /&gt;Why must I care so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I need to choose beautiful cards and carefully paste the stamps?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I feel guilty when I am too busy with work?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I buy CD and sent it to my close sisters when the disc is stucked at somebody's house for months?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be so 'ON' when my close sisters called out for lunch or dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Heart breaks.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;These are the pictures I took on christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Christmas present from my parents, brother and aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/PICT0044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_PICT0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas feast at Ah Choon aunty's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/PICT0036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_PICT0036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The smallest logcake I have ever seen..Superly cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/PICT0030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_PICT0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I have sent out SMSes to ask my friends out to Mambo Jumbo on the 31st night. Lets see what is the outcome.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113578449260388131?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113578449260388131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113578449260388131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113578449260388131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113578449260388131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/12/am-i-lousy-person.html' title='Am I a lousy person?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_PICT0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113483063143017216</id><published>2005-12-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:46:58.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Played some 'exercise' from my cousin's blog...quite interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;原 Hara (wilderness) 千秋 Chiaki (very fine in autumn)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/"&gt;Name Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love my Jap name...its so cool... I know you all can't see the chinese characters...Nevermind, it can be found under my intro side on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="dra" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1065683691_dragonquiz.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are Form 5, &lt;b&gt;Dragon&lt;/b&gt;: The Weaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And The Dragon seperated the virtuous from&lt;br /&gt;the sinful. He tore his eyes from his sockets&lt;br /&gt;and used them to peer into the souls of those&lt;br /&gt;on trial to make a judgement. He knew that&lt;br /&gt;with endless knowledge came endless&lt;br /&gt;responsibility."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena&lt;br /&gt;(Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya&lt;br /&gt;(Indian).&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon is associated with the concept of&lt;br /&gt;intelligence, the number 5, and the element of&lt;br /&gt;wood.&lt;br /&gt;His sign is the crescent moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of Form 5, you are an intelligent and&lt;br /&gt;wise individual. You weigh options by looking&lt;br /&gt;at how logical they are and you know that while&lt;br /&gt;there may not always be a right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;choice, there is always a logical one. People&lt;br /&gt;may say you are too indecisive, but it's only&lt;br /&gt;because you want to do what's right. Dragons&lt;br /&gt;are the best friends to have because they're&lt;br /&gt;willing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/Which%20Mythological%20Form%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which Mythological Form Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/8107745-113483063143017216?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113483063143017216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113483063143017216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113483063143017216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113483063143017216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/12/interesting.html' title='Interesting....'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113482763043904842</id><published>2005-12-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:53:51.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Phew...just came back after a long 'business' chitchat with Zhong. I really want to make this business work otherwise no point spending so much effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And finally I have a two weeks break! Thanks god I don't have any Mid-Sem tests. But tomorrow, I am going to birdpark with my group members to meet my manager to discuss our project....So bloody sian...Very tiring...Somemore we need to wear formal in order to have a good impression loh...Very hot lo...But I still very looking forward because I long time never see them already....hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113482763043904842?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113482763043904842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113482763043904842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113482763043904842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113482763043904842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/12/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113423892501653524</id><published>2005-12-11T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:22:05.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tied up by school work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have came back to SIN quite awhile already. Long time haven't blog is all because of all the bloody school work. Hate to come back seriously....Better stay at Macau forever and wait for money to come out of the jackpot...Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anybody who want to know about my trip, can give me a call or better still, gather everybody like reporter, cameraman, lightings and get prepare for story-telling time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its tiring actually.....Not like leisure trip...Can you imagine walking around carrying a notebook and writing down notes? And have some bloody night debrief...Kick their ass man......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have spent around S$400 plus...Hahaha...if a woman has nothing on her hands after walking through Ladies' street, she can go bang her head on the wall already. Of course not forgetting my sisters' Du Chan la....Don't complain hoh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have found 3 cute guys in my course recently. I have seen them in HTM of coz...Maybe they have change during SIP ba...But two of them are one year younger than me and the other one haven't gone through army yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am longing for someone to tell me he likes me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. I have experience this before...not even all my ex...Wonder why am I so easily 'cheated' by only a phonecall? Haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113423892501653524?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113423892501653524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113423892501653524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113423892501653524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113423892501653524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/12/tied-up-by-school-work.html' title='Tied up by school work'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113231187647138121</id><published>2005-11-18T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:58:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to Macau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Its finally Friday!!! I will be flying off to Macau on the 22 Nov 10.10am and come back on the 26 Nov 7.45pm. 5 Days 4 Nights Hong Kong/Macau. This is not a leisure trip wor....its a educational trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The hotel we will be staying in Macau will be at Sintra Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotelsintra.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;www.hotelsintra.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; and in HK will be Eaton Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eaton-hotel.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;www.eaton-hotel.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is my itinerary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Nov 22 (TUE) Arrive Hong Kong via CX 736&lt;br /&gt;Transfer from Hong Kong Int’l Airport to Macau&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Macau and then transfer to check in Sintra Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Pick up and transfer for dinner at local restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nov 23 (WED) Breakfast at hotel&lt;br /&gt;Meet at hotel lobby for full day Macau city tour with lunch&lt;br /&gt;Pick up and transfer for dinner at local restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nov 24 (THU) Breakfast at hotel&lt;br /&gt;Meet at hotel lobby for visit to Fisherman Wharf (approx.1.5hr)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at local restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Macau Tourism Bureau (pending your detail)&lt;br /&gt;Pick up and transfer for dinner at local restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nov 25 (FRI) Breakfast at hotel&lt;br /&gt;Transfer to Ferry Terminal to take ferry to Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Visit the HKTB Information Centre at Star Ferry Concourse&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at local restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Transfer to Ocean Park for special Behind the Scene tour&lt;br /&gt;(Ocean park require to divide the students into 4 small groups &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for better arrangement)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at local restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nov 26 (SAT) Breakfast at hotel&lt;br /&gt;Pick up for lunch at local restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Transfer to Airport for flight back home CX 711&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/8107745-113231187647138121?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113231187647138121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113231187647138121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113231187647138121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113231187647138121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/11/looking-forward-to-macau.html' title='Looking forward to Macau'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113094647082912057</id><published>2005-11-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:47:50.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PartyWorld&lt;/span&gt; with the gals. I always love going ktv with them. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Very fun and crazy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Especially the last song-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/span&gt;...Hahaha its a old song but its nice to sing together. After that, I had gastric pain and we faster find some place to eat. We went to a restaurant at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;. The place is ok...no service charge so you will know what to expect-- all self-service. Took some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;neoprints&lt;/span&gt;...as usual hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/neoprint011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/neoprint007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/neoprint001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-113094647082912057?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113094647082912057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113094647082912057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113094647082912057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113094647082912057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/11/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_neoprint012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113064662968278199</id><published>2005-10-30T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:00:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had fun at dbl O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday went out with my birdpark colleauges. First, Cathy, XiaoYi, Jennifer, Coreen, Alan, Celia and me had our dinner at a small japanese restaurant. I ate curry rice, edamame and fried tofu...so nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next, we went to dbl O. And Vijay(my assistant manager), Emily, Gary, Gerren and Jennifer's husband came and join us. Its Halloween Night! It is so funny when Cathy actually scream when a guy wearing costume walking past. She said she is afraid of that...hahaha...At first we ordered normal drinks(volka), later on, Vijay ordered a Volcano for me....wah liao...that one really can die man.....The alcohol was only one glass and they built a tower on top and the whole thing was on fire. I had to finish all before my straw is burned but I took 2 straws to finish 2/3 of it..Hahaha drink too slow...wah...that drink burned my whole throat down to my whole body...So shiok but after drinking that I felt giddy already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After an hour, Gerren(that guy whom I like) treat me one drink. I dunno what is the name but the cup is small and the drink is very sticky(cause it is very sweet). I have to drink and fill my mouth and teeth with that drink and Gerren will light a lighter in the mouth. And my mouth is on fire!!! Then I have to drink it very fast. Wah...that one also burning hot but is better than Volcano. I won't feel any giddiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next, Gerren pull me to a girl(i think is their staff) and she took a syringe and inject a drink into my mouth. Taste like mango...And its a great experience. After that, Gary sent me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until today, I have survived the whole night without vomitting and getting headache! Wah...never knew that I am that strong...I thought that I will faint half way.Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks guys......I will miss birdpark.......&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/8107745-113064662968278199?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113064662968278199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113064662968278199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113064662968278199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113064662968278199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-fun-at-dbl-o.html' title='Had fun at dbl O'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-113020216403099886</id><published>2005-10-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:02:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's from Mars afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 more days to end of SIP!!!!!!!! My boss asked me am I sad to leave birdpark. I said, no. Hahaha...who will miss that place man...? Maybe sometime in the future ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planned to go out with a guy friend on Saturday but ended up with my aunties and grandma. I watched FlightPlan with my aunty. Nice movie but very chim. Haiz....that guy ar..said that he will reserve the whole day for me and even said that he meant every word he said. But in the end, he have to go out with his family. He's a guy afterall....a typical guy afterall. A guy who will never kept his promises, will never be serious with what he said. I thought that he is a nice guy and even thought that is it such a pity for me to lose a guy like him. But before he could prove anything to me, he already proven that he has no difference with other guys. Disappointed.......&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/8107745-113020216403099886?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/113020216403099886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=113020216403099886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113020216403099886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/113020216403099886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/10/hes-from-mars-afterall.html' title='He&apos;s from Mars afterall'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112938386693301950</id><published>2005-10-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:48:25.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing SIP soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am going to finish my SIP by end of this month! So happy!! I have been waiting for this day from my very first day at work. Birdpark really makes me sick man...I took many pictures with my colleagues, these are some of the photos which I like alot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/Rajanme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Rajanme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/Nishamnme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Nishamnme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/Lookingwhere.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Lookingwhere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/Laimunnme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Laimunnme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/Aininme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Aininme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I cut my fringe! Erm..quite cute..like Ayumi..hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0003edit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0003edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/coldsweat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_coldsweat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I found the shades at birdpark. Do I look like Ayumi or panda? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't talk to Gerren for 2 days liao cause he 'diao qi lai mai'. I hate men who does that. So ungentlement...And in fact, I felt less stressful. I didn't have to think what to talk to him everytime I saw him...&lt;br /&gt;I know a guy who currently likes me now. Don't know its for real or not, cause he can't get the girl whom he previously like alot. So, I don't know whether I am his spare tyre or not. He is a nice and sweet guy. A guy who I know will treat me well. But....the problem is within me. I don't know what I want. Do I want a guy who treats me well or should I consider his future more? It seems like he is not quite serious with me also. He doesn't know me well. He doesn't know when I will be a devil whom he hates alot or a angel whom he will dote like hell. I just don't wish to get hurt again. Too much misery.....I really want to cry out loud! Nobody in this world will really appreciate Adelene. Who is she? Or does she really exists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I can say is sorry.... &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/8107745-112938386693301950?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112938386693301950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112938386693301950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112938386693301950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112938386693301950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/10/finishing-sip-soon.html' title='Finishing SIP soon!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Rajanme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112756757077552728</id><published>2005-09-24T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:12:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom session 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today I am off but still have to go to school for classroom session. So sian... I am going for a educational trip during the third week of November. I can choose between &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dubai($2200), Macau($1400) or Bali($1100)&lt;/span&gt; but all of them is so expensive!!! I don't have money, how to go?? And they make it complusory loh! Hmm...Most likely I will go to Macau...more affordable..Bali is not worth that money....Took some photos with the gals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/twosided.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_twosided.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/shoes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/SA.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_SA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/PICT0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_PICT0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112756757077552728?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112756757077552728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112756757077552728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112756757077552728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112756757077552728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/09/classroom-session-2.html' title='Classroom session 2'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/TP%20friends/th_twosided.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112583980385480489</id><published>2005-09-04T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:16:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Come on man...Scold all you want. Hahaha I know i didn't update my blog for a long time. It is because my computer abit crazy and I have no time to reformat it. Well...nothing much for me. Its just that I have abit relationship problem this lately. Tomorrow is me and Yang one year anniversary if only we haven't broke up. The thought of him hurting me makes me heart pain again...&lt;br /&gt;There is one guy in birdpark whom I admire now. But I don't think he likes me too. Haiz...I shouldn't have fall in love again...It makes me headache everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures that I took recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/PICT0003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/PICT0008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_PICT0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112583980385480489?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112583980385480489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112583980385480489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112583980385480489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112583980385480489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-guy.html' title='A new guy'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_PICT0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112255336013678242</id><published>2005-07-28T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:22:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spoilt Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am very very angry now. In the morning, I am supposed to go out with Septonius because he dated me out the other day. But my mother keeps saying that nobody accompany her and she does not know where to go. Therefore, being a filial daughter, I cancelled the date and thinking of bringing my mother to birdpark instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But she refused to go because she says that her leg very pain. Wah piang...I thought she wants to go out desperately that's why I cancelled my date! Actually, I know that her leg is painful since yesterday but I thought her leg should be ok since she says she wants to go out and she is going for dance rehearsal later. Leg pain still can dance ar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was so angry that I gave her a black face. Then she said: "ok la lets go watch movie" Ok...fair enough, I went to search the website. But the movies are all afternoon shows and going out in the afternoon is damn sian one loh...There is one movie-Red Candy(japanese horror) which is on 3.25pm....When I told her, she was like very "mian qiang" to go loh! And I said no more nice movies liao...english one, she doesn't understand, later sleep in the cinema. Then she said: "Then don't go lo..." Wah liao! Fed up!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She spoilt my whole off day!!!!!!!!!!!!! I struggled for so long, finally waited for my off day... Wah liao I now very angry ar!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, she has gone for her bloody rehearsal, my father went out already and my brother is sleeping. I am very sian leh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Septonius, that bloody idiot. When I SMS him saying that I am not going liao, he said that he also just woke up which was nearly to our meeting time. He is not sincere lo....I will never go out with him again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112255336013678242?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112255336013678242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112255336013678242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112255336013678242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112255336013678242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/spoilt-day.html' title='A Spoilt Day'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112208661199246026</id><published>2005-07-23T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:43:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to hell Vijay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;People at birdpark are basically very irritating. It seems there is no one particular department that you can stay put on. But there is one aunty at the ticketing counter who work for &lt;em&gt;30 years&lt;/em&gt; in birdpark....wah piang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday, this stupid Vijay make me angry AGAIN! First, he scolded me through walkie talkie. Now, threaten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vijay: By next week, you must learn all the things that you are supposed to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: if not.....? (in joking manner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vijay: If not, I will transfer you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Please, Pamela did not transfer me. I requested for the transfer. (starting to be angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vijay: If that is the case, I will request for you to transfer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: You don't try to threaten me ok? (furious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vijay: Do you think this is a threat? Why not we go and see Daisy(deputy ED) now and see whether is this a threat anot? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;---Threat No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Hey please you are saying if I don't learn all the things, you will transfer me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vijay:Ya...then what do you mean by 'if not?' Do you always tell this to your boss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: No.........................................................................(don't want to say anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wah piang! Who the hell is he? He is just a small fly in birdpark and still want to act big! Please la....forget it la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why am I angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1) The reason why I am transfer to Operations, is not I am not performing well, is I can't stand the stress from Pamela(that bitch). The management still let me choose which department I want to go. If I am the one who is not performing well, they have probably transfer me to bird unit to clear bird shit liao right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2) Don't ever try to threaten me. From the above conversation, there are 2 threats already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3) 'Do you always tell this to your boss?' HA HA HA what a joke! Of course I would not tell this to my boss. I will tell Vijay this because he is not my boss!!!!! Isn't that funny? He thinks he is my boss...Wah liao leh....please la please la please la....look at the mirror la.... He is just a Operation Executive aka Operation Assistant. Exective is just a better way of saying Assistant. That's mean he is only a normal ground staff....just like everybody else. He still want to request for me to transfer ar? We still have a superviser and a manager on top leh....He thinks he can do anything he like ar? Please la....take a second look at the mirror la...but forget it, now the mirror broke liao because of the first try......Wahahahaaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Birdpark is full of crazy people. A few days ago, I filled up my water bottle from the water dispenser at the office. I wanted to vomit when I drink the water. It tastes so different from the day before. It is so sour......I quickly pour out the water and told Vijay about it. He said: "Who ask you to drink the water? It is so old already..." Wah piang! If Vijay knew it is old, why don't he replace it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still want to act big........arghhhhh........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And yesterday, I finally found out the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Samuel(Purchasing Officer): Hey Adelene, that day you chi chu(vinegar, but I thought is jealous) ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: What chi chu? Where got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Samuel: There...the water dispenser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: You put vinegar ar??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Samuel: Ya la cause the water is old already. I put vinegar to kill bacteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: What?! kill bacteria? You don't poison us can lo! (giving a What The Fuck voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You see....funny anot? Wah piang........*faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112208661199246026?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112208661199246026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112208661199246026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112208661199246026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112208661199246026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-to-hell-vijay.html' title='Go to hell Vijay!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112186403395445790</id><published>2005-07-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:55:46.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIN idol photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, my ex-boss send me these pictures....These was taken during their filming at JBP (read previous entry-09 July)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P1010075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P1010075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P1010068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P1010068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P1010062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P1010062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P1010061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P1010061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P1010055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P1010055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112186403395445790?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112186403395445790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112186403395445790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112186403395445790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112186403395445790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/sin-idol-photos.html' title='SIN idol photos'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P1010075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112174897278044825</id><published>2005-07-19T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:56:12.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz A Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is a photo taken with a filipino guy from the F&amp;amp;B. I forgot his name(or don't even know his name) already. But please take note....he is not Aaron(that bastard)....Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/lastscan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_lastscan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is taken by me. I am so proud of it! I look so chio sia.......*bleah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/cool.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/th_cool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112174897278044825?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112174897278044825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112174897278044825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112174897278044825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112174897278044825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/juz-photo.html' title='Juz A Photo'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_lastscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112157220862192639</id><published>2005-07-17T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:42:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Marche...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday, after work, went out with &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Irene, Alick, Ee Jet and Gu Lin&lt;/span&gt;. We had our dinner at Suntec Marche. It was a wonderful meal with some irritating 'Army Talk'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After that, we went to the explanade...tok cock...take pictures with a 'attitude' camera. Too bad, Alick must reach home by 2359 becos he is sick. Haiz...so disappointing...but nevermind, hope he get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/P1010164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_P1010164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/P1010161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_P1010161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/P1010159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_P1010159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/P1010157.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_P1010157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/P1010147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_P1010147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On my birthday, I found out &lt;em&gt;three pathetic thing&lt;/em&gt;. First, among my 4 closest girlfriends, only two send their greetings. Second, none of my poly frens remember my birthday. Third, not a single ex-boyfriend SMS me...including Yang..which I think we broke off not long ago, he should at least remember my birthday ba...But............................................................Isn't that pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, special thanks to the people who have sent me a message on my birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BeiShan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FanKai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GuLin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lucille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MeiJuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PehSheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PeiYing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Septonius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ShuXian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and my family........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112157220862192639?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112157220862192639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112157220862192639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112157220862192639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112157220862192639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/wonderful-marche.html' title='Wonderful Marche...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_P1010164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112148107253724902</id><published>2005-07-16T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:19:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today is my 20th birthday&lt;/span&gt;. Feel so old...not a teenager anymore. Yesterday went to Mei Juan's workplace at a pub at Choa Chu Kang. It is a high class aunty-uncle pub. Jacklynn and I feel very awkward because we are the youngest among all the customer. Mei Juan treated me the drinks and gave me a sweet earrings...(Thanks Mei Juan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My mother bought me a Guess wallet, my brother gave me 2 turtles(soft toy)....Hehehe so cute.. I have given them a name....because of their sizes, I called them 大扁 &amp;amp; 小扁...Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anymore presents? &lt;em&gt;Who have killed my boss?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha..just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finally, I had run away from my boss's hell. I have transfer to the Operations Department. Hope I have better prospect there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112148107253724902?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112148107253724902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112148107253724902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112148107253724902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112148107253724902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-20th-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112114401960621246</id><published>2005-07-12T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:55:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to my L.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dear Mr. Revi Nair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a point that I can no longer take it but to take 2 days MC as advised by the doctor. Working in Bird Park is a wonderful experience even though there is a lot of work to do. I have learned a lot of things here and I am sure that my attachment here will be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the scolding and all the funny things done by my senior manager really stops me from being a dedicated worker. Seriously speaking, I am willing to work harder for a good and professional boss. A person like her couldn’t consider as professional because she will scold me vulgar languages like FUCK YOU, BIMBO, DUMB, IDOIT; actions like scolding me in front of clients, make me lose faces, make me swear and promise things and threatening words like I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU SPREAD THIS AROUND, I WILL COMPLAIN TO YOUR SCHOOL and I WILL SACK YOU IF YOU DON’T PERFORM.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can still remember what I told you during the first classroom session. I have been tolerating the things mentioned above for one month plus, until yesterday’s incident happened and I totally broke down. The scenario was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I remembered very clearly that on Saturday, 9/07/2005, she asks me to come to work on Sunday,10/07/2005, if not, why should I act smart and come to get scolding from her? Then on Sunday, when I was doing my job, there was a client looking for her at around 10.50am. Therefore, I called her up to inform her. But the moment she picked up the phone, she says this in an angry tone:&lt;br /&gt;“Adelene, why are you here? You are not supposed to be here. I have sent you an email saying that I don’t need you to come. Please go home now! I want you to disappear once I’ve reach Bird Park.”&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I didn’t go home straight after we hang up the phone because I am in-charge of the lunch for my department and I need to order and collect the lunch for my department at 11.45am. I did not tell her this on the phone because she said she will be arriving in 10 minutes time. So, I planned to tell her personally.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Bird Park&lt;br /&gt;My senior manager put me in-charge of our lunch for the Marketing department. Everyday, we have to collect the lunch at 11.45am. Any cancellation of food orders must be done before 9.30am. There was once a complain made by the F&amp;amp;B staff saying that we didn’t collect our food and we don’t bother to cancel the food on time. That was the time when I was not around and I didn’t want this to happen again on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Email&lt;br /&gt;She had sent the email to inform me not to come on Sunday on Saturday’s night through her personal email from her home to my office address. How am I supposed to read the mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reached the bird park, she asked me why am I still around? And I explained the lunch reason to her. She said:&lt;br /&gt;“Why do you care about the lunch so much? I can pay for it. Don’t worry. You should go home now. Otherwise, you will say you are very tired on Monday and you want to take off-in-lieu. Don’t make it a habit that on every event you have you will take off-in-lieu on the next day.”&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, if she is going to pay for the lunch, then I have nothing to say. But, about the habit thingy, she had once said that if we have an event on Saturday or Sunday, we can go ahead and take off-in-lieu leave on Monday, provided the following week is not busy. And I have checked that this week is not very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Off-in-lieu&lt;br /&gt;We must fill up the form and get approval from our senior manager. But sometimes I will get approval verbally and let her sign the form on the next day when I come to work and she is fine with it. It is my fault for thinking that she will approve my off-in-lieu on Monday as I was working on Saturday. I am really dying to rest at home on Monday as Sunday is my 7th day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I was telling her this, which she finds it very rude:&lt;br /&gt;“But Pamela, whether am I here today or not, I am going to take off-in-lieu tomorrow because I was here on Saturday. It is on my contract that I only work for 44 hours and additional hours I will have to take off-in-lieu mah….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told her that my name is in the AI, therefore I need to be there. Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, she will blame me for not coming.&lt;br /&gt;AI (Admin Instructions)&lt;br /&gt;This AI will be issued to everyone who is involved in an event. It explains the job or responsibility one has to take on an event. My name is being put as monitoring the stickers of the visitors coming in on Sunday. This AI is prepared by my colleague, Jane, and was sent to my senior manager to scan through. But my senior manager said that she has no time to check and asked me to send to everyone anyway. Although she doesn’t want me to come on Sunday, my name is still there. Its my responsibility to report to work. It is her problem that she did not check through. I am not wrong by coming down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes again the usual scolding…&lt;br /&gt;She said: “Go ahead and take leave tomorrow! I wouldn’t approve!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday 9/7/05, she told me to come for work at 7am as the Singapore Idol is shooting a film and I must take care of them. I forced myself to wake up at 5am that morning. I remembered I said this to her: “Wah…7am very early hoh?…”&lt;br /&gt;She said: “Ya but no choice, it is our job” And I agreed. BUT in the end, she overslept!!!!!!!! What is this all about? Professional? Is she a person to respect about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Things that you must be careful when talking to my senior manager:&lt;br /&gt;1) She will say why is Adelene don’t bother to apologize&lt;br /&gt;I did that before but she will say DON’T BOTHER TO SAY SORRY IF YOU ARE NOT SINCERE. If she is always suspecting my sincerity, then what for apologizing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) On Adelene’s first few days of working, she approved a FAM group to come into bird park without consulting me.&lt;br /&gt;I have did this mistake because of insufficient guidance from my previous colleague and my senior manager. I have already apologized to her and she said: “Its ok you have made this first mistake but don’t do this in the future.” Until now, I have not repeated the same mistake. But she keep picking this up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Adelene is rude for not greeting me when she saw me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is true that I did not greet her at first but now I have practicing doing it already. Sometimes, I will forget because I want to tell her something urgently. But still, I wouldn’t deny that I have done this mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Adelene is always influenced by her colleague, Jane.&lt;br /&gt;She always accused that Jane influences me in a bad way. She claims that Jane teaches me to talk back at her and that when Jane is around, I am just like a monster. First, I am a person who have my own thinking and the reason why I will talk back at her gradually is because I am already seasoned by her scolding and I must stand up for myself if I find something that is unfair to me. Second, the problem with the people in the office is that they do not like cliques in the office. The moment they see one group or two people talking, they will feel offended. My senior manager always says that when we are working alone, without each other, we tend to perform better. Please, I also found out that when me and Jane are together, she tends to pick things up on us. Whose problem is that now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she had sent this email on 10/7/05:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dear Adelene and Jane,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the efforts exerted these past few days, especially for June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Off-in-lieu while it is usually granted owing to your working schedule, BUT it still subject to approval especially from your immediate approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) While i am encouraging to utilize this asap, please do not make it a habit that in every event you will immediately take off-in-lieu. We need to also understand the job requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means, not both of you can go on leave, rather alternate.&lt;br /&gt;c) Have courtesy and manners when requesting for it, especially Adeline, who seems to have no regard for good manners when making known that you are intending to take your off-in-lieu Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exceptionally disappointed with Adeline's behavior, where she was talking like she has no need for clearances before taking any leave at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline, you are an intern, you should bear in mind that you will need clearances based on agreement, but you must also put the company's welfare in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that you will learn from this experience and seek clearance before declaring the next day as your off-in-lieu, rudely telling your superior (me) that you will be on leave on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Please provide me in writing your comments on this. While I have probably told you to come back today by mistake, 2 events were cancelled, a)TV crew recce b) Incentive group-I think I have missed out sending you or calling you info as they told me only last night, you should practice a more respectful tone--as your leave is not something you demand from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) It is important for HR to note this particular attitude and behavior on your part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to answer her? I am afraid of saying something wrong which allows her to shoot back at me in the future. I am really very tired to think of anything to protect myself now. I don’t feel a sense of belonging in my department as my senior manager back-stabbed me also. If she is going to back-stabbed me, what for talking about loyalty and dedication for work? I feel so stress that I dare not sleep at night, so afraid that daylight will come too soon and I must go to work. I have experience falling a lot of hair during the first 2 weeks of work. I have phobia hearing her voice and even her hand phone’s ring tone. I have never experienced this level of stress even though I went though O’levels or working at other places. My family members are very concern about my health. There is a lot more to say but that will take more pages to write.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that someone will save me and the hero might just be you…hahaha just joking. I still can joke that means I wouldn’t think of suicidal at the moment. Mr. Nair please advise me on replying her above email……..&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya…last but not least, you asked me to inform her this morning that I will not be going for work. This is what I SMS and the reply from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: I will not be going for work today. I will be taking MC.&lt;br /&gt;Pamela: smart try but let’s see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that supposed to mean? Is this considered as a threat to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks so much for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Adelene&lt;br /&gt;11/7/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-112114401960621246?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112114401960621246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112114401960621246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112114401960621246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112114401960621246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/letter-to-my-lo.html' title='A letter to my L.O.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112091417336346818</id><published>2005-07-09T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:02:54.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idols at birdpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is damn tired man....Have to reach birdpark @ 7am so I woke up @ 5am this morning. For what? For the &lt;em&gt;Singapore idols&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taufik, Sly, Dephanie(spelling?), Olinda and Jessie.&lt;/span&gt; These idiots came to birdpark for shooting at 7am just because they wanted the place to be empty. But in the end, they di-li-tere-li until 8 plus then start. Birdpark opens at 9am...so there is bound to have tourists coming in.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, again they wanted us to clear the traffic...&lt;em&gt;Wah liao...waste my time..&lt;/em&gt;Took some photos with them....Have to wait till my boss send to me...&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went out with Jane and Picasso to Bugis. Picasso treat me eat pasta(finally can fulfilled my wish...). Took some neoprints with Jane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/Mejane2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Mejane2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/Mejane.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Mejane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tomorrow still must go to work at 8am ar.....Who will come and save me?? I hope I wouldn't be working on my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;One funny thing, Me and Jane are writing a book about all our birdpark people whom we hated... Haven't give it a name...Should we call it a Bitch Guidebook or The Bitch &amp;amp; Co.? Hahaha...Mean Girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For those who are wondering or who bother to wonder what to give me on my birthday.....The best present will be-----Kill my boss......hahahahahaha!!!!!!!!&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/8107745-112091417336346818?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112091417336346818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112091417336346818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112091417336346818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112091417336346818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/singapore-idols-at-birdpark.html' title='Singapore Idols at birdpark'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_Mejane2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-112036637106972773</id><published>2005-07-03T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:52:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;These are the photos taken with the volunteers in birdpark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/lastday024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_lastday024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/jbpparty048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_jbpparty048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/jbpparty031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_jbpparty031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They are only here for a week ba...Very cute little girls...&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/8107745-112036637106972773?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/112036637106972773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=112036637106972773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112036637106972773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/112036637106972773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/07/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_lastday024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111984248438064002</id><published>2005-06-27T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:36:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally have time to rest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woah...Finally have time to rest already...I have work for 3 weeks and only have 1 day off. So now, I don't care, I took 2 days off straight, yesterday and today. I am sick leh...What to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On Saturday, I finally have a chance to talk back at her. I was too angry that I talked back everything she said. The next step will be slapping her ba....hehehehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have 3 weddings, 2 family days happening during these 2 weeks. Very tiring...Can someone please save me from this misery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One thing I realised is, it is a blessing not to have boyfriend when I am working in this kind of environment. I can imagine how Yang will reacts when I don't have time to accompany him or always complain about work to him. He is really not the understanding type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Really...I don't have burdens, I don't have to worry whether tonight can talk on the phone anot... It is really a blessing...Even now, there are additional 2 guys likes me, I don't give a shit even though one of them is quite rich(becos he is an actor) and good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At birdpark, suddenly you can feel that your back is bleeding. People like to back-stab me. Nevermind....wait till they are busy watching their back, I will attack infront! During this job, I become more and more violent. So, don't mess up with me...hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can you guys imagine a HR manager, who is supposed to build up bondings between collegues, likes to spoil relationship instead? Crazy people to crazy things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haiz...I really miss my acrobats from China.Those days are my most happiest moments in BirdPark so far...These are the pictures I took with Jane, Jena, Picasso and Zhang Yang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P6131025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P6131025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P6131027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P6131027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/P6131026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P6131026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111984248438064002?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111984248438064002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111984248438064002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111984248438064002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111984248438064002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-have-time-to-rest.html' title='Finally have time to rest...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/BirdPark/th_P6131025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111845598696594041</id><published>2005-06-11T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:11:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite fun actually....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woah! Long time never post already...Very busy these days...This week I have to work 7 days!! Tomorrow I have a family day from Thai Airways which invites 500 people....I gonna be very tired sia......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ok lets start with the filipino guy, Aaron..I know you guys must be waiting very long for my lastest update...hahaha...Well..I found out a terrible news from my friend. Actually, Aaron have a girlfriend in Philippine and they have a child already...I think is shot-gun ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I confronted him, scold him, want to curse his child if he don't want to tell me the truth...At last, he admitted that he has a daughter....Bloody bastard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Now, he keeps avoiding me. But I don't give a shit.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;On the 8th of June, there is a media group from India, Zee TV, came to birdpark for shooting a film. The whole day me and my friend, Jane, kept following the group round the park. Very exhausting...The worst thing was I didn't went home straight away after work. I have to stay back and did some preparations for the press conference on the next day,9th June. I stayed until 11pm plus...Have to hire a cab home cause the company pay for me anyway...When I reached home, I SMS my boss(that wildheart...) to inform her that I reached home already and she replied...."Its good to hear that u didn't marry the driver" Lame like hell.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;9th of June...The press conference was held at the Lakeview room.Only a few reporters come only so don't think that it is very grand...I have a wear formal...so sian...The media came to see the acrobats from China,WuQiao. After ushering the media here and there, we have to do some posters. The whole day was very tired but interesting and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day of performance for the acrobats. They are very skillful and young. There are a total of 6 people performing.They climb up the poles, jump over to another pole...their performance is just like a bird...really...I am not kidding...hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, sitting at the office....waiting for my wild boss to come.Haiz..I am resposible for the acrobats' welfare so I have to follow them everywhere until Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111845598696594041?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111845598696594041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111845598696594041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111845598696594041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111845598696594041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/06/quite-fun-actually.html' title='Quite fun actually....'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111726061641851295</id><published>2005-05-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:54:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron is making me crazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today one of my colleague, Yvonne, shouted this:" Yeah today is my last day!!" And I was like:" Hey hello, today is only my fourth day loh!" Pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She is also an intern from Singapore Poly..come here for only 6 weeks lo...Compared to me is like....wow...still got a long way to go...But still ok la...There are two Shatec interns came here for 1 year attachment and the Filipinos came here for 1 year plus attachment away from their country. If I were them, I will cry like hell already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have a session with the Thai Airways International people. They came here to discuss an event with my boss. They are the sponsers for our panorail so they are big shots people...Feels very pleasure to sit with them and listen. One thing great about this job is to know more of these big shots people. Never in my life that I will dream tohave the chance to sit with them. Following my boss can learn alot of things. She knows many big shots people and I will surely get many exposure. Which is good for me la...but I have to tahan her personalities also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There is one guy named Aaron, whom I know when I went for interview 2-3 months ago. He came and talked to me in the bus and asked for my handphone number. Of course, I didn't give him. He is a filipino who come to birdpark for attachment. He is at the F&amp;amp;B side. These few days, when I have lunch, I will saw him.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i write him a postcard to tell him that I was rude that day cause I ignored him and apologized. He is the first friend I have in birdpark. Really appreciate that he came and talk to me that day.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't give a shit whether I am rude or not. Cause I really don't like to talk to stranger and I find it very weird for him to ask me for handphone number. It was until Jena told me that he is a nice person who will give his seats to a pregnant woman in the bus even though there is plenty of seats behind...So I thought maybe he meant no harm that day, therefore i wrote him a postcard to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;He waited for me to knock off at 5.30pm and took train with me(he is suppose to take bus). He asked for my number again, I gave him this time cause I really treat him as my friend(don't think too much hoh...). He wanted to date me for dinner on next Monday but I said I want to watch TV...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At night, he SMS me all those stupid thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I told him we are friends and he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yah were friends but there's any chance that we can be more than friends? Sorry am I being too fast for you to say this kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I told him that we will not be more than friends cause he is going back to Philipines sooner or later...is he going to leave me behind if we are together? He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you could just trust me, yes there is a time that i must leave but its just for a while. I am a very honest person to the special one to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I said I don't want to have any relationship during my attachment and I just broke up with my boyfriend. I am too sad to have another one...There is no future between us. Stop thinking of me..Its not good for your brain. And he argued back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No! don't think of the future, just focus on wat is happening now and I m not your ex, I m different from other guy seriously, pls. Adeline( he even spell my name wrongly) trust me, I like u Adeline. I know I m too fast but thats wat I feel about u. I really waited for you when you told me your work will start on May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was fed up cause I was trying to sleep and the hp can't stop beeping. So I said that I want to sleep already and ask him to give us some time before saying all those things cause he is scaring me. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok its past 12 already..I know u r tired...U r right, only time can tell wats the future can make to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~End of conversation~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haiz...what a guy...What is he thinking?..Hello you come here to have attachement, not to have relationship...So stop pushing me until I have to ignore you agian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111726061641851295?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111726061641851295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111726061641851295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111726061641851295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111726061641851295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/aaron-is-making-me-crazy.html' title='Aaron is making me crazy...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111725640789011311</id><published>2005-05-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:00:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third day at birdpark..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today is the third day at birdpark. Have lunch with my colleague, Jena. She was an ex-student of my boss ( remember my boss was a lecturer?). She is very cham...everytime get scoldings from my boss...My boss gave her alot of stress and high expectations. The worse thing is she is a full-time staff, do alot of things and still get only $800. Cham ar...she said she wanted to quit... My god....I will be really alone when she quits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111725640789011311?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111725640789011311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111725640789011311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725640789011311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725640789011311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/third-day-at-birdpark.html' title='Third day at birdpark..'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111725539814323423</id><published>2005-05-25T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T12:43:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day at birdpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well today is my second day at birdpark. Nothing special happen. Just continue typing my media list. The most happening one is to have lunch with my boss and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YellowPages&lt;/span&gt; people. They were here to discuss over a adoption of bird thingy. Their name is Steven and Lesile. I ordered a chicken rice but didn't have the chance to finish it because the guys ate very fast and I don't dare to continue eating as I need to take down notes on what they are discussing.&lt;em&gt; I was very hungry when I reached home man....&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/8107745-111725539814323423?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111725539814323423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111725539814323423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725539814323423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725539814323423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/second-day-at-birdpark.html' title='Second day at birdpark'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111725463509087563</id><published>2005-05-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T12:30:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day at birdpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Today is my first day working at Birdpark. Report there @ 9am. Saw Doris and she gave me a briefing. At 10am, I went to watch the Hawk show-Birds of Prey alone. It shows eagles and owls...very nice...At 11am, I watched the All Star Birdshow at Pools Amphitheatre alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I used to perform once at Pools Amphitheatre. Not as a bird of course...Its my chinese dance..We won a Gold award that time and Birdpark invited us to perform there. It was chaotic because the stage is so small and has a little pool at the corner...so everytime I run, I must jump over the pool...Haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ok after that birdy show, I walked around the park alone...My favourite spot is the World of Darkness. There are 60 birds from 17 species on display. The main one is the owl. There are many different display showing the owls in different natural surroundings. For example, The Snowy Owls. Their natural surroundings are the snow mountains...All the snowy snowy thingy...Its my fav owl..It is white in colour...Especially the male ones...Its pure white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;About 12pm plus, I went back to the office. Doris took me to my direct boss, Pamela Wildheart. She is the senior manager of Sales &amp; Corporate Affairs. She is wild, strict, loud and she admits that she is a bitch(not I say one hoh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I had lunch with her...me alone... She can talk non-stop cause she told me she was a deejay, a lecturer at SIM, a singer and she is going to shoot a film at Bollywood someday this year. So, can you all see how stress I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After that lunch, she asked me to do a huge work which is to come out a media list. Sound like very easy right? A media list consists of all the editor's or publisher's email address. Be it they are from newspapers, magazines or radio...all...just all......Do you all know that it adds up to a hundred of people? And I must call them up one by one to check...Gross...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I nearly cried when I reach home but I didn't. Whole day I was typing, typing and typing. No one come and talk to me and I have a boss like that...6 months...How am I going to survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111725463509087563?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111725463509087563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111725463509087563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725463509087563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725463509087563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-first-day-at-birdpark.html' title='My first day at birdpark'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111725120962283969</id><published>2005-05-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:33:29.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They trick me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well just came back from Birdpark...why? Today is suppose to work right? I know today is a public holiday but I remember Doris asked me to come today. When I reached there, it was about 8.10am. I suppose to report at 9am, so i waited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Until about 8.35, I ask the Info counter whether I can go up to the office anot? And they replied that the office is closed cause its a public hoilday...&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No one is working....Damn shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Vijay came and asked me to wait for while as he go n call Doris handphone. Well...she didn't pick up....I waited for almost 2 hours until &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Vijay asked me to go back. What the ....? They waste my time, spoilt my mood, spoilt my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Now back at home, feeling very sian cause I woke up at 6am this morning. Well...tomorrow will be my actual offical first day..Hope everything will be fine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111725120962283969?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111725120962283969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111725120962283969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725120962283969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111725120962283969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/they-trick-me.html' title='They trick me...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111675653159737816</id><published>2005-05-22T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:13:16.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting SIP~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;OMG!! Tomorrow I will be starting my 'wonderful' attachment at Jurong Birdpark. I will be doing Marketing there...Kinda scared right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yesterday went to Alick's house and had a nice meal which Alick cooked himself. He cooked chilli tomato crab, claypot fish head and 'mandarin duck' egg. Quite nice but got room for improvement...Hahaha! We celebrated Ee jet's birthday. We bought him a shirt and a fruit cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After that around 8pm, we went to Jian cong's girlfriend chalet at Pasir Ris. Well he did went...finally...When we reached there, wah...I feel like I am in Old Folk's Home. Got many old people around there and still got people playing Er Hu....my god...What a chalet...But our main purpose was to visit Jian cong. We have not seen each other for almost 1 year!! Can't believe it.. We have some bites and chatting before we all went home by Zhong's father car(Zhong was driving). Reach home around 5 am plus....Then, many interesting things happen...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I reached my doorstep, I saw a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big blackie butterfly(BBB)&lt;/span&gt; flying at the ceiling. Feeling scared that it will come inside my house, I quickly open the door, go inside, say goodbye to Ee Jet and close the door...Everything was done chop chop..Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went inside my room and put everything in place, taking my clothes and prepare to go bathing. But suddenly I heard a very loud &lt;em&gt;Chu-u Chu-u Chu-u &lt;/em&gt;sound.....Guess what? Yes, its the lizard!! It haven't get out of my house after being chased by my father...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I took a peek outside and saw that idiot on the wall...I thought: How am I going to get out? In the end, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I took my clothes, jumped onto my sofa, walk across it, get down and rush into the toilet.&lt;/span&gt; It just like an action movie...I even pushed my other two sofa away to clear a pathway for me, so that later if got anything happen, I can run fast(Hahaha what can a lizard do to me?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally reached the bathroom, feeling really relief.....&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BUT, when I was going to bathe finish, the lights went off! Yes, it spoil....I was totally...hmm...ar...hmm...don't know what to say...I shouted for my mum but everybody was sleeping like pig!&lt;/span&gt; Hmm...actually can consider to have a fire drill for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I faster switch on the lights beside my toilet and wear my clothes. As i was walking towards my room,&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; I saw a cockroach on the floor. Tian ar!!!!!!!!!! How can my day be as bad as this?&lt;/span&gt; I quickly jumped over it, finished doing everything and went to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As I was lying on my bed, I was wondering.....&lt;em&gt;What if I hear the Chu-u Chu-u Chu-u sound in my room?&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/8107745-111675653159737816?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111675653159737816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111675653159737816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111675653159737816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111675653159737816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/starting-sip.html' title='Starting SIP~!!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111652046496514640</id><published>2005-05-20T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T00:43:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MIA friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have a friend who wants to plan to MIA(missing in action) a few months ago. It was very ridiculous and since then, I have no patience towards him. He said after he have graduated, he wouldn't be contacting us. He will refuse to reply SMS if we ask him out. He will be going for NS and only after his ORD then he will contact us. He said he is very sian because he is the one who is always entertaining us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I will feel angry because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1) where got people plan for MIA before hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2) who r we is him treating us for? Happy then contact, not happy MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3) His thinking is very selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;4) He thought that he is always entertaining us. But aren't we also entertaining his this kind of rubbish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5) He said that it was often unsuccessful when he call us out. But hello? Maybe you choose the wrong time? Now that Jian cong ask you to go to his girlfriend chalet, did you go? Reason simply because you don't want to go to a far place for just a few hours then come back. But to Jian cong, a few precious hours is enough for him to take a look at us and have a nice chat. Since he went to army, we haven't see him for a long time...Can't you just go? You want us to go to your gathering on Saturday, we all agree. Why are you so selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And of course, this is your decision, I will respect your decision. So next time please think properly, whether is you can MIA us or we MIA you!&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/8107745-111652046496514640?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111652046496514640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111652046496514640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111652046496514640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111652046496514640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/mia-friend.html' title='A MIA friend...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111625630522194748</id><published>2005-05-16T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:11:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today, my friend Jia hui come to my house to watch VCD. We watched Bring it on and Iron ladies. We have tibits too...After the movie, I showed her some of my childhood photos. She said I am very cute....(hahahaha...of course!) Its a nice movie day indeed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111625630522194748?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111625630522194748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111625630522194748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111625630522194748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111625630522194748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-day.html' title='Movie day!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111582011710965448</id><published>2005-05-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:37:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to the Sec4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WoO! Farewell to the Sec 4 &amp; 5!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Today, I go to st john to have a farewell party with them. It was a well-planned party. Everything is going fine...just that I think they had over shot the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Firstly, they played a game called the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MUSICAL" target="_blank"&gt;musical&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CHAIRS" target="_blank"&gt;chairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But instead of the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CHAIRS" target="_blank"&gt;chairs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;they sat on the newspaper...&lt;/em&gt;Hahahaha....Next, they have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;water bombs&lt;/span&gt;, our old traditional game. They were all &lt;em&gt;wet&lt;/em&gt;! The funny thing is got one funny little guy forgot to bring his &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=UNDERWEAR" target="_blank"&gt;underwear&lt;/a&gt;! And he just changed his &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CLOTHES" target="_blank"&gt;clothes&lt;/a&gt; without changing his &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=UNDERWEAR" target="_blank"&gt;underwear&lt;/a&gt;....So, can you imagine there is a wet &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PATCH" target="_blank"&gt;patch&lt;/a&gt; behind his &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHORTS" target="_blank"&gt;shorts&lt;/a&gt;.....[&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wah kao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After that, they show some performance for the Sec 4 &amp;amp; 5. They sang &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SONGS" target="_blank"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; and played a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=VIDEO" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; clip which was done by Gavin. We have some refreshments after that session. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sec 3 made fruits tarts and chocolate tarts! So delicious....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Overall, the Sec 3 have made a huge effort on putting on this farewell party. They have improved alot since the recruitment day, which they have just started to plan an activity. &lt;em&gt;Very well done...I hope they will continue doing their best at the camp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-=[Some words for the graduating seniors (Sec 4 &amp; 5):]=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am sorry that I did not prepared anything today. So much things to tell that I couldn't possibly take up the whole sharing session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;First, from the start I saw you guys entering our st john &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FAMILY" target="_blank"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;, you are just like my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CHILDREN" target="_blank"&gt;children&lt;/a&gt;. Everything we had done to you is really for your own good. Just like a mother to a child, from drinking milk to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=LEARNING" target="_blank"&gt;learning&lt;/a&gt; how to walk, from kindergarden to working adults, we hope to pave a smooth pathway for you to go through. I am very proud to see you guys growing up to be the seniors of other cadets, setting a good example for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I still can remember how I saw you guys when you all entering st john. So innocent and are always running about, wondering why we seniors like to scold you all so much. Now that you all are seniors too...You should know the answer ba....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Second, after this farewell party, I hope you guys can concentrate on your N' &amp;amp; O' levels and produce your Best Best results. Our st john cadets are the best! Play hard and work hard!!! And after you people had graduated from Riverside, I hope that if you all have time and also miss the cadets too, can come back to st john and help out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Sec 5&lt;/strong&gt;: You are my first bigger batch of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CHILDREN" target="_blank"&gt;children&lt;/a&gt; when I became a senior (because of the 3 pathetic boys). I am very excited to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TRAIN" target="_blank"&gt;train&lt;/a&gt; you guys. You have really changed alot and I am happy to have you by my side. I will never forget you all and I will always miss you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;**people who are crying, please wipe off your tears....hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Sec 4&lt;/strong&gt;: You are the batch afte successful in your future undertakings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/12346453735696l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_12346453735696l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111582011710965448?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111582011710965448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111582011710965448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111582011710965448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111582011710965448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/farewell-to-sec4-5.html' title='Farewell to the Sec4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/others/th_12346453735696l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111573899138377320</id><published>2005-05-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:29:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of him makes me headache...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thinking of him really makes me very headache.&lt;/span&gt; Everytime saw him online, chatting with him, sms him, I will always be guessing what is he thinking about. What can I do to make him happy? How can i present myself so that he wouldn't think that I am useless? How can we ever become normal friends? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I think it will take forever ba....&lt;/span&gt;Since now he hates me so much, there is no point waiting for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Actually I have given up on him long ago.&lt;/span&gt; Now, even though I have nothing to do at home, I hardly think of him or dream of him already. After this break up, I've actually saw his real identity. He has never change from secondary school till now. I thought that, after so many years, now serving army, 20 years old already, should have grown up....&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But....love is blind.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like what my father had once said: &lt;em&gt;You never switch on your 'spotlight'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He thought that he is very mature when he turned 20. But come on la....You are still a kid! Haiz....I have 2 ex-bf from that group of Boys! Birds of the same feather flock together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111573899138377320?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111573899138377320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111573899138377320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111573899138377320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111573899138377320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/thinking-of-him-makes-me-headache.html' title='Thinking of him makes me headache...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111545351526092735</id><published>2005-05-07T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:25:10.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FED UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay! That's it! I can't stand him anymore! He is very ridiculous! I can now say that I am very happy to break up this relationship! I am very angry until I want to vomit blood! Here are the conversation that we had just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u haven wake up ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u very tired ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yaya what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y dun u reply me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;just wake up ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r u going out today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wat time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;don't know haven't confirm yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh...haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;by the way i can't find my cd so i think i can't lent you already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r u avoiding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;avoiding for what ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cause u dun wish to c me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;wah you whole life still don't want to change ask so many weird questions ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PLS LO!!!! u r the one who is very contridicting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u wan to be friends and wish that we can go out as normal like last time but r u doing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;come on lor ask you again what is this * **** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;did you msg me this before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;very familiar to you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;don't lie lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ya ya ya to u i m a big liar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;then who will sent it you me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ya of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;who will sent me this type of things man ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;for the 3 days you have been senting this msg then i call you asking you what actually is going on from then and the following day i can find out the answer already by myself ... you have stop msg me already for this * **** *** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;what is really this hmm.. let me guess ??.... * **** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i hate you, i love you , i miss you , i like you , i fuck you or i suck you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u r thinking more than me u noe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hahaha of course i need to think more then you or else how the hell i will know you are lying to me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lying in such a way saying that sorry my hp got problem please igonre the msg .. by the way hp will auto sent to poeple this kind of msg .. okay that is no such thing will happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;do you understand what am i saying ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;even you are lying please make it more difficult for people to notice it the next time ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i m really really very FED UP abt tis thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that's your problem not mine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i m very disappointed that u dun believe me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;eh i ask all my friends and buddy about this thing that you msg me it's very obvious that you are the one lying come on la i should me the one being disappointed you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;friends for so many years n couple for 5 months...u should noe better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;until now you still don't want to admit that you are lying ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y must i admit if i never do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;what ever la ... then what the hell your hp will sent me this kind of msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;until that day i call you already the next day after there is no such msg senting to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;then when i call you , you seems very nervous lor ... you can't talk very well lor it;s seems like you are hiding something ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wah kao! u r very funny leh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cause what you are lying throughtout the way .. the way you answer me on the phone i can't easily hear that you are lying ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;go ask people around la see who is the one wrong la ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y r u behaving like tis ever since break up? i m always the one who have lots of problems and u r the one who is right? if u wan to win, then let u win lo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;because you are full of shit man ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that's all ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u have no right to call me shit ?!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;by the way adding your friend in your friendster doesn't mean that it's cheap okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pls lo....adding a person that u dun know is very funny lo.... if u wan to add pretty gals, go ahead, i dun care...but u add my fren lo...siao ar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;want to lent things from me then in the end saying bad things about me thinking of me till now since break coming on la how can i believe in you man ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;who is thinking of u man?? r u thinking too much? u think i cam't live without u? who r u man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you know how i feel after breaking with you i think you want to know the answer right okay here it's okay i'm now feeling so shiok of breaking up with you having no stress at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;come on your blog is fake one ar ... stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;come on lor i don;t even one to see you blog is one of my friends told me one ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one of ur friends....jessica.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hohohhohoho i can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i have my pride la not like someone ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u r really really very ridiculous.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;haha now then you know too late just too bad man when i fucking hate the person i will be in this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u always think that u r not in the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ya so ....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u r such a spoilt child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;to you are la ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u never treat me as a human u noe? u treat me like a dirt! i m not a person without pride...i m just being faithfull to my relationship. Not like u....u treat woman as woman....u dun respect woman...even if god drops u a wonderful girl, u will also not cherish her.....Beside me, i think shujuan and shuxian will feel the same thing. u like to win. like a girl who will not think too much,wun quarrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wun fight....y dun u find a mute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;haha me going out soon so i just went for a shower ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;really can't find the disc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;beside don't say about shujuan and shuxian they are much more better then you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cannot ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ya la ya la....i m the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~.*++*.~ ' m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, 'm your dolly. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u r the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yv3s-S@nT-Lau2eNt says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;as you wish ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The above is the bloody conversation we had just now. Why bloody? Because its full of blood....I vomitted all out. I didn't edit anything. And do you all believe he lost the cd that he suppose to borrow me? Do you believe I send those weird messages (* **** ***)? I leave it to you guys to answer. Any comments please tag.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8107745-111545351526092735?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111545351526092735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111545351526092735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111545351526092735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111545351526092735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/fed-up.html' title='FED UP!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111540119651110274</id><published>2005-05-07T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:24:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PartyWorld</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PartyWorld rocks man! Just came back from a KTV session with the gals at CivicCentre. Wah we sang many songs...sing until I out of tune or off key...We ate our dinner at PastaMania... Fattening sia...We ate 4 sets of pasta plus 3 dessert and get one small pizza free. But of course we can't finish all, so we Ta Bao for ShuXian...Hehehehe like auntie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;We took many photos...Can't wait to post them on friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/spicegalatcwp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_spicegalatcwp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I had told ShuXian all the ugly things that Xavier had done. I can't forgive him and I NEVER! He is such a betrayer that a friend shouldn't have. He is cunning, childish and is such a bastard. I am so angry because I truly treated him as a friend when others treat him like shit. And now he back-stabbed me...Oh my god can he just disappear from my MSN, handphone and friendster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111540119651110274?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111540119651110274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111540119651110274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111540119651110274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111540119651110274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/partyworld.html' title='PartyWorld'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_spicegalatcwp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107745.post-111522752189046898</id><published>2005-05-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:01:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wah...Fed up ar...&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DANIEL" target="_blank"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt; did not tell me there is no activity today. Luckily I saw Tian Kian at interchange, if not I will be going to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; like kuku... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Sunday I went to East Coast with Alick, Ee Jet, HaoJie, Irene, Jacklynn and ShiQi. I have really enjoyed myself after rotting at &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; for so long. They went cycling but i don't know how to cycle. Haha...After that, we went &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=KAYAKING" target="_blank"&gt;kayaking&lt;/a&gt;. Wow that was really thrilling!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had our dinner at &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FISH" target="_blank"&gt;Fish&lt;/a&gt; N Co. I have spent $20 on a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PLATE" target="_blank"&gt;plate&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FISH" target="_blank"&gt;fish&lt;/a&gt; n chips and a glass of ice latte. We watched a midnight show called Divergence at SunPlaza...This time, Sam, HuiShi and Weifu came and join us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Overall it was a tiring day...Hope can come out again...Especially &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=KAYAKING" target="_blank"&gt;kayaking&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/DSC00286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_DSC00286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/DSC00287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_DSC00287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/DSC00282.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/Girlfriends/th_DSC00282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107745-111522752189046898?l=ade85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/feeds/111522752189046898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107745&amp;postID=111522752189046898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111522752189046898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107745/posts/default/111522752189046898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade85.blogspot.com/2005/05/lovely-sunday.html' title='Lovely sunday...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01599185880000427603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3NqjOdYEOM/S1vXKMuIZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/wEF6e-4JDmA/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/whitedolly/St%20John/th_DSC00286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
