<?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-9201953</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:19:11.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>au.tre.fois</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-2762970641041186048</id><published>2009-10-20T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:18:36.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Love</title><content type='html'>He doesn't care, he doesn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't pamper, he doesn't coax.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't caress, he doesn't kiss.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't hug, he doesn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't miss, he doesn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't give, he doesn't share.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't assure, he doesn't acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't smile, he doesn't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't understand, he doesn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't see it, he doesn't cherish.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't love... So why should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-2762970641041186048?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/2762970641041186048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/2762970641041186048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-love.html' title='Lost Love'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-3089768354175331653</id><published>2008-04-23T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:04:54.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nepali Mystery</title><content type='html'>My colleague just came back from Nepal and she bought us this Masala Peanuts snack that is really yummy. RY said its so spicy that it burns his stomach. Ok, nevermind. That's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the ingredients and what I saw was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/SA9OCsfohwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kwIQqhYOXfs/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/SA9OCsfohwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kwIQqhYOXfs/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192454703592015618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted peanuts, salt &amp; spices... the usual ingredients, and then there's EDIBLE OIL. So mysterious right? but at least they assure us that they used EDIBLE OIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-3089768354175331653?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3089768354175331653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3089768354175331653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/nepali-mystery.html' title='Nepali Mystery'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/SA9OCsfohwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kwIQqhYOXfs/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-4574656387447256562</id><published>2008-03-31T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:52:40.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can life really be simple?</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how msn conversations can inspire my blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While chatting with Guang, I am now writing down my thoughts before it slipped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation went on about being ambitious in life and how much we wanted to live a laid-back life. I mentioned that sometimes I wondered if we are too laid back that we refused to face the fact this is a competitive world, and we need to compete and be aggressive towards our goals, or rather, just for a comfortable life. I mentioned I do not want my life to be filled with just politics and competitions. I want something meaningful to share with my descendants when I am at my death bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 21st century, on a developed island and in a cosmopolitan city, we can't, simply can't live a simple life, ironic. I was at a seminar last week and the speaker mentioned that survey results have shown that lesser and lesser people are watching television simply because they have got no time. After a hectic day of work, people go home for dinner, spend their time with kids and hit the slumber to prepare for another day of routine. That's already a daily activity. Not much time for leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guang said we should learn to take things as it comes. We can fight for what we want but not necessarily be competitive and be too serious. Question is, can we? If we don't fight hard, can we survive? Will we be eliminated by the society? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so of freedom and democracy, can we really lead the way we want our life to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, something suddenly surfaced in my mind - 'Tuesdays with Morrie'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-4574656387447256562?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4574656387447256562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4574656387447256562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-life-really-be-simple.html' title='Can life really be simple?'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-8816090246168749772</id><published>2008-03-28T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:17:04.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight</title><content type='html'>I was looking out of my window and I saw this really huge moon that resembles an egg york beautifully hung in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-vHP-Mqb3I/AAAAAAAAASI/aaC1fAOTI-o/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-vHP-Mqb3I/AAAAAAAAASI/aaC1fAOTI-o/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182454873427963762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have a better camera to capture it. it looks really magnificent against the dark background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a quiet moment makes you realised how much you are missing out in this world. We, humans, are so tiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-8816090246168749772?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8816090246168749772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8816090246168749772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/moonlight.html' title='Moonlight'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-vHP-Mqb3I/AAAAAAAAASI/aaC1fAOTI-o/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-6758126123735269001</id><published>2008-03-23T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:56:42.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-denial</title><content type='html'>I have to admit it. I AM getting old. So is Mr Wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bugis this afternoon and we were quite overwhelmed by screaming kids, hyperactive teenagers and hip hop, rock, heavy metal (or whatever you call it) music blasting in the shops. I find it almost impossible to move around the shopping mall and the merchandises in Bugis no longer interest me. Too many novelty shops and street wear, but Mr Wood managed to buy a pair of pants. Hmm... he's just trying to act young &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the cinema in Bugis is quite a mis-matched. I went there to watch 'Step up 2' the other day and the cinema is pretty old and rundown, not as hip and young which Bugis supposed to be. It is time for them to revamp the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. When Mr Wood and I felt like a misfit in Bugis, we headed to Shaw for a quite dinner. *phew* finally, some peace and more oxygen. We still ended up at Millenia Walk eventually. So much so of trying to get out of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-UyvuMqb1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/poMbUNtzmP0/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-UyvuMqb1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/poMbUNtzmP0/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180602741796007762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-UywuMqb2I/AAAAAAAAASA/rOOSK1tzC0U/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-UywuMqb2I/AAAAAAAAASA/rOOSK1tzC0U/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180602758975876962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahhh....&lt;/span&gt; My kind of place. Quite and cozy, a cuppa hot coffee and magazines. I felt my soul being revitalised and calmed. I'm a happier person here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admite it. But yeah, at the age of 25, I am old. I no longer fit in the days of squeezing through crowds and shop and hang out like there's no tomorrow. Well, on the brighter side, I'm more in charged of my life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-6758126123735269001?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/6758126123735269001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/6758126123735269001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/self-denial.html' title='Self-denial'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R-UyvuMqb1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/poMbUNtzmP0/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-4746149484204990153</id><published>2008-03-20T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:48:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump some DIESEL!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.club21global.com/dieselss08/"&gt;Diesel promotion&lt;/a&gt; in town! Take part &amp; you'll stand a chance to win fabulous prizes from Diesel... have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.... very attractive prizes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-4746149484204990153?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4746149484204990153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4746149484204990153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/pump-some-diesel.html' title='Pump some DIESEL!!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-1143244414521201876</id><published>2008-01-19T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:24:46.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Collection</title><content type='html'>I know myself a little more today. Discovered that I’ve ‘unconsciously’ started a collection of adidas Jackets. Although they are not exactly tropical friendly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R5If0GcNmkI/AAAAAAAAARw/c62JPlhc9ak/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R5If0GcNmkI/AAAAAAAAARw/c62JPlhc9ak/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157219503235242562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top right: adidas 3 strips Collection - my very first purchase in year 1996 and I still can wear it!&lt;br /&gt;Top left: adidas Respect M.E. Collection - New purchase today. How to resist when it's purple!&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left: adidas Originals Collection - A steal I got from HK. Go HK must buy adidas! They have lots of Limited Edition merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom right: adidas Performance Collection - A gift from my sister.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love them, and I definitely want more! I will add on &lt;strong&gt;adidas Y-3 by Yohji Yamamoto&lt;/strong&gt; to my collection when I strike rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-1143244414521201876?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1143244414521201876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1143244414521201876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/closet-collection.html' title='Closet Collection'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R5If0GcNmkI/AAAAAAAAARw/c62JPlhc9ak/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-9104694863605370998</id><published>2008-01-05T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:59:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 25th!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Peeps for the wonderful birthday celebrations! You've warmed my heart with your laughters, presents and surprises. Can't imagine my birthday without family and friends. How lonely could that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Jan is not my actual birthday, it was just a celebration in advance. Started off with a tiny Tiramisu muffin in the office and ended the day with a huge Bakerzin Tiramisu cake at Wala Wala. I really love tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KcGcNmdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KynKhm4767k/s1600-h/04012008497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KcGcNmdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KynKhm4767k/s400/04012008497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151707239128340946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Tiramisu muffin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KcWcNmeI/AAAAAAAAARA/aUqa1U0jj9k/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KcWcNmeI/AAAAAAAAARA/aUqa1U0jj9k/s400/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151707243423308258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team mates gave me the Kate Spade hp strap that I was eyeing for. I'm amazed that they know which one in particular that I like. You can tell how surprise I was when I opened the prezzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KcmcNmfI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZC0BeXw1s9M/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KcmcNmfI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZC0BeXw1s9M/s400/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151707247718275570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KdGcNmgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cO2neEg9t5I/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KdGcNmgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cO2neEg9t5I/s400/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151707256308210178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Holland V after work to meet my darlings and dined at Cha Cha Cha Mexican Restaurant. The food is simply &lt;em&gt;delicioso&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KdGcNmhI/AAAAAAAAARY/nrainbUhJ3M/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KdGcNmhI/AAAAAAAAARY/nrainbUhJ3M/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151707256308210194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the tortilla, Jalapeno, Salsa &amp; corn bread, we went boozing at Wala Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36OT2cNmiI/AAAAAAAAARg/2RCyRrVuzn8/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36OT2cNmiI/AAAAAAAAARg/2RCyRrVuzn8/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151711495440931362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu!!!! Xu got the really big one.....and its only four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36OU2cNmjI/AAAAAAAAARo/Df23OT4H7BQ/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36OU2cNmjI/AAAAAAAAARo/Df23OT4H7BQ/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151711512620800562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ladies added on more items to my wardrobe by showering me with bag, belt &amp; Jacket. They have really good taste I gotta say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was great but it was a pity that Guang can't join us because her cat passed away :(  Lost of a pet is indeed a terrible experience. There's no words to describe the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-9104694863605370998?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/9104694863605370998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/9104694863605370998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-25th.html' title='Happy 25th!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R36KcGcNmdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KynKhm4767k/s72-c/04012008497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-2263791683785187270</id><published>2007-12-30T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T05:12:28.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I'm broke. Very broke. But I still can't resist the temptation of shopping and enjoy the adrenaline of splurging.  Went window shopping with Yong and saw this Adidas belt, thought it was pretty nice but did not want to spend on things that I’ve got no intention to buy. So we stepped out of the shop and continued our window shopping. In less than 10 minutes, I told Yong “Let’s go back to Adidas, I want to buy the belt!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back into the shop, grabbed the belt and paid S$42. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3a1cyNoMiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Uw18o1thcRA/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3a1cyNoMiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Uw18o1thcRA/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149502730064638498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t resist Adidas, especially Adidas Originals... I'm totally crazy over the Trefoil (3 leafed logo)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-2263791683785187270?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/2263791683785187270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/2263791683785187270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3a1cyNoMiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Uw18o1thcRA/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-1566517618685059643</id><published>2007-12-26T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:03:02.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You better watch out &lt;br /&gt;You better not cry &lt;br /&gt;Better not pout &lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why &lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas and I'm totally estactic!! Love all the presents &amp; laughter. What's more? I can eat like a pig... wipe out all the log cakes, turkey, ham, roast beef, ice cream, candies, chocolates, wine, champagne, seafood... *slurp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a scrumptious festive dinner at Traders Hotel, very pricey dinner but its all worth while. I kept stuffing myself with their caviar &amp; salmon pancakes, it was so damn delicious! Oh… not forgetting their freshly made wafers &amp; crispy crepes topped with ice cream and drizzled with vanilla sauce &amp; maple syrup. C’est si bon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is back from the states for this Christmas, accompanied by his wife &amp; 5 year old daughter. We love his little sweeetie to the max when we went to Japan last year. She was such a darling. Trust me… she is nothing close to Singapore's spoilt kids. She’s an angel compared to those little devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to share some fun moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwWCNoMdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/o9O6gfOtP_w/s1600-h/IMG01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwWCNoMdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/o9O6gfOtP_w/s400/IMG01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148300847891362258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There she is... Gwyneth, our best x'mas present!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwWSNoMeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/leLPp5OsFZY/s1600-h/IMG06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwWSNoMeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/leLPp5OsFZY/s400/IMG06.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148300852186329570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her favourite Hello Kitty, she was showered with all the unbearable-pink-coloured-kitten prezzies. Asked her how she like the food &amp; she'll reply you "Yummy! Yummy! In my tummy!" Isn't she cute???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwXCNoMgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cu4-6gRADrs/s1600-h/IMG15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwXCNoMgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cu4-6gRADrs/s400/IMG15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148300865071231490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone unleashed their inner child that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwXSNoMhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Fl5gJMVu27w/s1600-h/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwXSNoMhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Fl5gJMVu27w/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148300869366198802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urm, green santarina with feathers &amp; acorn. New image, cool huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwWiNoMfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i2-WoZaT9eg/s1600-h/IMG10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwWiNoMfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i2-WoZaT9eg/s400/IMG10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148300856481296882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Finale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-1566517618685059643?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1566517618685059643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1566517618685059643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-party-time.html' title='It&apos;s Party Time!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R3JwWCNoMdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/o9O6gfOtP_w/s72-c/IMG01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-4311725825975338797</id><published>2007-12-13T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:40:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A heart of romance</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first entered the dance studio, I was quite surprised. The dance studio is nothing close to 'glamourous', infact, it's kinda 'old-fashioned'. I looked around and almost everyone there is above 30 years old. No hunks. No babes. But then, I feel pretty attached to the place now. Attached to my instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr low, a small guy. Not very tall and not young either, but, he's definitely a dancer! The way he sways and his steps, full of rhythm! I know he's one who's truely passionate about dance and teaches with a 'heart'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, no hunks in the class is pretty disappointing lah.. but I eventually realised you don't need a hunk to motivate you to dance. A good dance partner who can lead you well is more sastifying to dance with than to dance with a hunk! Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all ready to take up more lessons on a varieties of dance. Dancing is addictive! Billie mentioned that we might need to advertise in the newspapers to hunt down talented men as our partner if we ever take up ballroom. Haha... if we ever do that, i think the ad will look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmic men wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Willing to be stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;Interested candidates please submit your vital statistics together with a full body photo.&lt;br /&gt;‘Sautee pig trotters’ need not apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectation not very high what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, side track abit.... I found another love. Named SE W960i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R2El6c3qgjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cr43FHHJFmc/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R2El6c3qgjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cr43FHHJFmc/s320/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143433935546122802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool phone leh! It has everything that I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks pals... my birthday is coming, you all know what to do lah, hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-4311725825975338797?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4311725825975338797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4311725825975338797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/heart-of-romance.html' title='A heart of romance'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R2El6c3qgjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cr43FHHJFmc/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-5869483699376381685</id><published>2007-12-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:32:31.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge By Name</title><content type='html'>For some strange reasons, whenever I mention "林峰", my friends will comment "Oh... is he a very old actor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when people mention "燕燕", I won't get comments like "Oh... is she in her 50s?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-5869483699376381685?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/5869483699376381685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/5869483699376381685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-judge-by-name.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge By Name'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-296814306596793048</id><published>2007-12-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:03:21.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the BIG 'O'?</title><content type='html'>Staying in my current job is like having constant sex without orgasm. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser said my 'G-spot' needs to be found. Obviously it wasn't found after 1/2 a year has past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.... when can I get the BIG 'O'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Forget about the 'O'. X'mas is coming! I hear the raindeers!&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm lacking the BIG 'O' in my life.... I'll still do thanks giving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas wish? - Find my 'G-spot'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R1BBIxIOreI/AAAAAAAAAPs/L32KricwIbM/s1600-R/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R1BBIxIOreI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iagzneIA0_k/s400/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138678793712348642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-296814306596793048?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/296814306596793048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/296814306596793048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/wheres-big-o.html' title='Where&apos;s the BIG &apos;O&apos;?'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/R1BBIxIOreI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iagzneIA0_k/s72-c/IMG_1480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-8804811810682248891</id><published>2007-10-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:43:50.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detached or Re-attached?</title><content type='html'>Yong is coming back in 2 weeks time and I'm having mixed feelings about his return. I'm feeling happy for the fact that I do miss him (Can't believe I just said that!) but, part of me very much wanted him to stay in France for slightly longer. Urm... maybe for another year or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... contradicting I know. You see, I'm such an understanding girlfriend that I know he hasn't saved enough, so I seriously don't mind him working harder for his future ya know? Nah, actually I'm not that thoughtful. The truth is... during his absence for the past one and half year, I'm kinda enjoying the freedom that I've got. Not that he's a possessive boyfriend nor are we a pair of gluey couple, but I love having all the time for myself. I need not be bothered about what is he doing and where is he going. I need not lose sleep for having to wait for his message till the wee hours when he was working in the night shift and I need not scratch my head for ideas on where to go over the weekends. Okie, maybe the only distress was to dwell on why Mr Wood hasn’t called for so long. That pretty much upset me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 7 years, you can't blame me for being so pragmatic. Anyway, my dear friends don’t worry about wedding bells ringing. If Mr. Wood is to propose, he’ll scare the sh*t of out me and I’ll definitely be a runaway bride. No marriage at this point please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, ponder whether our relationship will still be the same when he returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-8804811810682248891?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8804811810682248891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8804811810682248891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/schizophrenia.html' title='Detached or Re-attached?'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-1069946510541208204</id><published>2007-09-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:38:31.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Love</title><content type='html'>I'm so loving this new iPod Nano. Especially when it's in RED! When i laid my hands on it... I pratically can't get them off! It's such a beauty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RuqqpuE5NkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/a-UIl-onFPQ/s1600-h/iPodNano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RuqqpuE5NkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/a-UIl-onFPQ/s400/iPodNano.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110084360925165122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou my MP3 player has long spoilt, I still can't afford to buy this hotty. I'm paying my school fees through my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Can Santa drop it down my Chimney on Christmas? I've been a good girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-1069946510541208204?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1069946510541208204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1069946510541208204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-found-love.html' title='New Found Love'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RuqqpuE5NkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/a-UIl-onFPQ/s72-c/iPodNano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-8354526233917069562</id><published>2007-09-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:23:21.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Zest</title><content type='html'>My department has been pretty busy recently and an overseas visitor has made us even busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the week, we have been bringing a French around to have a taste of tradition. Brought him for Dim Sum... Indonesian food... Thai food... Chinese food... and this evening, we introduced him to local Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting over dinner, he asked:"How was your childhood?". The question was being directed to me, apparently because I'm the youngest. It took me awhile to think... trying to recall the past 24 years of my life and my reply was - "Nothing much, school and school". There came a french accent exclaiming:"Boring!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know.. tell me about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monsieur&lt;/em&gt; told us his younger days story... having lotsa wine parties, drive around without a licence, exploring caves... yada yada yada. I have always envy the french's carefree yet classy living. They do have much more advantages living in a country with much natural resources and landscape to explore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore - a dot you can hardly locate on the atlas, how enjoyable do you expect it to be? I used to learn in school that Singapore has a strategic location and very much that is the reason why we prospered. Have this strategic location made us a boring place? And has prosperity made Singaporeans a boring lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i recalled horseback riding and fishing in my younger days. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us learn a french phrase - &lt;em&gt;"cette ville n'est pas très vivante" &lt;/em&gt;(There's not much life in this town).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-8354526233917069562?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8354526233917069562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8354526233917069562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/lack-of-zest.html' title='Lack of Zest'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-3877602891427354050</id><published>2007-07-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:54:50.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Togetherness V.S Bet</title><content type='html'>Anybody being pushed into the operation theatre was in fact, placing a ‘bet’ on life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our loved one picked up the courage and took the gamble, putting his/her life at stake on the operation table, I reckon we are facing no less fear than the stakeholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are unsure of the percentage of success and are skeptical about the extent of the risk taken, we often present our highest possible confidence level to put our ailing loved one at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound absurd and scientifically illogical, but I strongly believe that humans have this energy that act as a spiritual dynamic on one another that helps to strengthen a person’s will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, we don’t need to speak much. A hug, a touch, or just being there for one another will unleash this spiritual dynamic. I can’t say this is an intangible energy because the fact is; you will be able to feel it, which touches your heart so deeply. Maybe, that’s what we call - ‘faith’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to keep this faith, pass it on to my loved ones, hold on together and triumph this hard fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-3877602891427354050?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3877602891427354050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3877602891427354050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/togetherness-vs-bet.html' title='Togetherness V.S Bet'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-4916116525934229136</id><published>2007-07-09T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:27:02.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Monogamy exists?</title><content type='html'>My dad just came back from his Vietnam trip and we were chatting over dinner on how hospitable the Vietnamese are. My dad was saying that his friend's wife treated him a very good dinner and I went: "Oh, his wife went over too?", and my dad replied: "No, he got another wife there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was not taken aback since I know that my dad's friend is not anything of the "Mr Nice Guy" type but I was, however, surprised at how my dad said it in such an easy and guilt-free manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my dad what will he do if my future husband has a another wife in another country and my dear daddy gave me the oh-so-logical answer: "What to do? He needs to depend on this relationship to run his business in Vietnam, they are not registered anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered or not registered is none of my concern. My concern is the value of marriage in a man's point of view. Is earning money the monogamy practice-free card? Do men really think that they can make use of this excuse to breach their marriage vow rightfully? Aren't they guilty conscious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the importance of monogamy is poles apart between women and men, what is the value that holds a marriage, or rather, relationship together? In the history of human existence, have we, the mankind, ever practice monogamy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-4916116525934229136?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4916116525934229136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4916116525934229136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/does-monogamy-exists.html' title='Does Monogamy exists?'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-4351698678692782917</id><published>2007-06-23T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:01:38.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Colour Is Your Parachute?</title><content type='html'>"I would like a job or career best if I was surrounded by people who are investigative, observant, love to solve problems; who are also artistic, imaginative &amp; creative; and who are best on trying to enlighten people and are skilled with words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the analysis obtained when I did a series of tests on the book "What Colour Is Your Parachute?" 1-2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching and pursuing, tried all the hard ways and begged for opportunities but still, no avail. When I was just about to abandon my pursuit, it came knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found my cuppa tea, which I'm happy with. At least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-4351698678692782917?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4351698678692782917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4351698678692782917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-colour-is-your-parachute.html' title='What Colour Is Your Parachute?'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-1455805652400047470</id><published>2007-06-16T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:31:33.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significance of Ugliness</title><content type='html'>I was having coffee talk with Kar couple of hours ago and our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar: &lt;em&gt;“most of the guys like bimbos”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:”&lt;em&gt;ofcoz ah, guys are visual animals. Even for you, would you choose an ugly or a handsome boyfriend who both treats you equally well?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar:”&lt;em&gt;How ugly is ugly?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:”&lt;em&gt;Let says a guy who looks like ‘YOYOYO’ &lt;/em&gt;(name has been changed to protect privacy) &lt;em&gt;and a guy who looks like…………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;I pondered for quite some time, mentally scanning through the faces of our common guy friend’s and we both laughed agreeing we got no handsome friends) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, let’s say Andy Lau. Both treats you equally well, who will you choose?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar:”&lt;em&gt;Andy Lau lah.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. The main highlights here are neither Bimbos nor Hunks. But when I was walking towards the bus stop, I have the sudden thought of me being so mean pointing out to our friend, ‘YOYOYO’, immediately when I thought of the term, ugliness. In fact, I can’t really say he’s ugly but he’s just lacking of personal hygiene and self-consciousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if I am the first ‘candidate’ to pop up in a person’s mind when he/she mention about ‘ugliness’, I’ll be damn sad and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so mean. I felt so sorry. But seriously, ‘YOYOYO’ needs some grooming guidance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-1455805652400047470?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1455805652400047470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/1455805652400047470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/significance-of-ugliness.html' title='Significance of Ugliness'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-8899591254673674142</id><published>2007-05-29T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:35:13.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Enjoyment</title><content type='html'>I'm her hardcore fan. It will be difficult to convince me that there's another female asian artiste who sings better than her. Thumbs up for Coco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPpVf08VzJw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-8899591254673674142?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8899591254673674142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8899591254673674142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-your-enjoyment.html' title='For Your Enjoyment'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-4253261123137903007</id><published>2007-05-14T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T03:03:03.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO Excuse!</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why guys can give lame excuses, it's so lame that I consider them nonsense! Are guys really so truthful that they can't think of better explanations or are they simply can't be bothered to come up with better ones??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I dunno is it good or bad that men can't give good excuses. It's good in the sense that it will give them away when they are obviously lying through their teeth cause sad for them, accurate intuitions are god's greatest gift to women. Bad in a way that lame excuses will drive women nuts, leaving them even angrier than before hearing the 'nonsense'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say women are hard to please, I do agree. But in the first place, if a guy hasn't done anything wrong, why is there a need to please the woman? If men explained themselves in a sensible and logical manner, women will not have the opportunity to make a mountain out of a mole hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of reminder to men - women are very good in looking for loopholes. &lt;br /&gt;A word of advice - women would prefer to hear the truth even if the truth hurts, a lie will just lead to more lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-4253261123137903007?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4253261123137903007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4253261123137903007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-understand-why-guys-can-give.html' title='NO Excuse!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-3246221647725971136</id><published>2007-05-10T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:40:40.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of Tiramisu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time when you are enjoying your piece of delectable cake, have you ever pondered upon the origin of the cake? Have you wondered if there’s a story behind it? What caters to its taste? Why is it sweet or bitter, plain or fanciful, spongy or firm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often buy cakes for birthday celebrations and we usually choose a pretty one, but what happens if beneath that pretty cake hides a tragic story? Do we still consider it as a birthday cake? Wedding cakes exist for obvious reason and mooncakes has its legendary origin. What about your favourite? Just like how you make an effort to understand your friends to draw the distance closer, I believe a cake is worth more of an appreciation when you know more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tiramisu lover. I source around for the best tiramisu and it will be divine if I could taste an authentic one in Italy itself. Thus, I have a thought of researching for the origin of Tiramisu and here’s what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was believed that Tiramisu was first created during the First World War. Women in northern Italy made these desserts for the men to take with them as they were being sent off to war. Apparently to remind them of their love together; as the bitter-sweet taste of the dessert alludes to the perplexing feeling of love itself. In practical aspect, they believed the high caffeine and energy content of these desserts will give their men more energy to fight and help bring them home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another story dates back even further. During the Renaissance periods, Venetian women made these to be shared with their men during the late hours because they believed it would give them the energy to make more vigorous love later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RkiQmPRx0HI/AAAAAAAAAPU/yWWgbmE4AHY/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RkiQmPRx0HI/AAAAAAAAAPU/yWWgbmE4AHY/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064456767588651122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever story is true, it tells that Tiramisu defines a strong relationship between women &amp;amp; men. Whether it ties the love or sexuality, Tiramisu portrays romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, “Tiramisu” means “pick me up” in Italian.&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/9201953-3246221647725971136?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3246221647725971136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3246221647725971136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/every-time-when-you-are-enjoying-your.html' title='Tale of Tiramisu'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RkiQmPRx0HI/AAAAAAAAAPU/yWWgbmE4AHY/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-2846509669787368642</id><published>2007-05-03T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T03:59:50.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ok, time to sought out my life. I need to get these things done within the next few months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flyers out by May, which is this month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Posters up by May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. Telephone line ready by May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. Course structure out by May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5. Courses to be conducted in June!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;6. Name cards out by June!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;7. Contact Dubai for material sourcing by July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;8. Contact China for material sourcing by July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;9. A biz trip to HK by July! ($$!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10. Materials all ready by August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;11. Photos ready by August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;12. Webby out by Sept!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;13. Commit a PT job soon... real soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh**! I need to get all these done soon. Real soon. Time..time..time... money... money... money... ideas... ideas... ideas... da** it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a no-brainer job. A job that doesn't requires brain juice, no OT, no shiftwork, no weekend duties. These jobs most probably won't want me coz im 'over-qualified'. But I seriously don't care, I just need the cash inflow with minimum time committed and lesser responsibilities involved.&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/9201953-2846509669787368642?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/2846509669787368642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/2846509669787368642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/check-list.html' title='Check list'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-6367896521383732728</id><published>2007-05-01T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:09:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy The Rabbit Slayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I baby sit my sis frenz's dog today. It has been almost 3 years since I last looked after a dog, this makes me want to keep another dog real soon. I want a Siberian Husky. But I'm not rich. I can't afford the best living quality for huskies, I can't afford to on the aircon 24/7 for them, I can't afford their enormous appetite, I can't afford their grooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ok, back to Buffy. Buffy's my sis frenz's Jack Russel (whatever the spelling is). Tell you, Jack Russels are really active! They jump and run, run and jump, can't sit still for a minute! Buffy's already 9 years old, but she's still jumping and running! She's a springster! Let me intro, here's Buffy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059322555093077666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjZTDvRxzqI/AAAAAAAAALo/_vcpsLcLndc/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059322546503143058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjZTDPRxzpI/AAAAAAAAALg/Khs1wB2AatA/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This naughty girl nearly drove me nuts. She urinated everywhere including the pleasure of doing it on my floor mat even though we placed newspapers for her. She knocked over my salt lamp and she overturned her bowl of water. I was busy running after her and cleaning up her mess for the whole day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think all dogs are greedy creatures. They eat everything and I mean everything including non-edible stuffs. My beloved dog used to eat tissues and pampers, Serene's dog loves tissues too and another exquisite cuisine - cockroaches. I heard dogs that eat lizards and their own poo poo &amp;amp; pee pee. Okie, whatever. The last time my sis baby sit Buffy, she ate up (or rather, swallow) my sis breakfast which consist of a plate of fried eggs and a can of opened luncheon meat on the dining table. Buffy did all these skillfully without moving the plates and cutleries. My sis was only away for merely 3 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If this isn't amazing, Buffy did more amazing thing. Her owner told us she ate a rabbit. A whole live rabbit. This small innocent looking jack russel ate a rabbit alive! Leaving only one thigh behind without any trace of blood. Please don't be deceived by looks. The grossiest thing my dog did was eating up a raw pig's liver. Well, I guess dogs are 'beasts' afterall. They eat anything to survive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They need vaccination to keep them tame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyhow, Buffy's adorable. But I don't think I'll keep a jack russel, they are too active for me. I prefer autistic dogs. Cool, Macho, Strong, Calm. Like how I want my man to be.&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/9201953-6367896521383732728?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/6367896521383732728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/6367896521383732728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/buffy-rabbit-slayer.html' title='Buffy The Rabbit Slayer'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjZTDvRxzqI/AAAAAAAAALo/_vcpsLcLndc/s72-c/IMG_0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-4207167160731111117</id><published>2007-04-28T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:06:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Seems like its the 'in' thing now, so I shall give it a try too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Get one for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjJCgvRxypI/AAAAAAAAADk/GLLRoRqrhfw/s400/6bdfe1176bb5e44a7780038715f0660b6faec185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-4207167160731111117?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4207167160731111117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201953&amp;postID=4207167160731111117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4207167160731111117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/4207167160731111117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-celebrity-look-alikes_28.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjJCgvRxypI/AAAAAAAAADk/GLLRoRqrhfw/s72-c/6bdfe1176bb5e44a7780038715f0660b6faec185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-5220569442770945238</id><published>2007-04-28T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:32:13.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady or not Steady?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was toking to Gerald on MSN just now and we went into a topic on 'steady relationship'. Gerald told me about his friend who has a steady boyfriend of 3 years. So my question to Gerald was "How do you determine steady &amp;amp; unsteady?". Gerald said something like "when you are dying to see him... saying the 3 magical words everyday... care for him... think of him". But I quite disagree with that. I told Gerald these are just very superficial gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation got me thinking, how do you know whether your relationship is steady or not? Being together for long means steady? But I have people around me breaking up even after a 10 years marathon. Staying together means steady? But I see couples moving out seperately after co-habiting and ironically, their initial intention was to 'experience' marriage before they take their vows. Seeing each other every single day means steady? But married couples see one another everyday and yet, there are sooooo many divorce cases. Having trust in each other means steady? But how much can you trust a person and who can gaurantee you that this person will not betray your trust one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.T.E.A.D.Y - someone please give me the definition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people say things like "He/She's the One"..."I love no one else besides him/her"... "I definitely would love to marry him/she"...yada...yada...yada...in the end, relationship turns sour... and they turn to strangers. The word 'Steady' doesn't seems to be much stable itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Gerald guessed it right. I am facing problems with my boyfriend. Don't ask me what's the problem coz it's impossible to spell it out. It's a feeling. Maybe it's the distance? Maybe it's the person? Maybe it's environmental factors? Or maybe, we have stepped into the 7th year crisis?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, there's nothing steady on earth. Weather's ain't steady, buildings ain't steady, career ain't steady, health ain't steady, stock market definitely ain't steady and so does relationship.&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/9201953-5220569442770945238?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/5220569442770945238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/5220569442770945238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-toking-to-gerald-on-msn-just-now.html' title='Steady or not Steady?'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-8414918959298308810</id><published>2007-04-27T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:32:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Chambre face-lift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was in such a good mood that I'm inspired to give my room a face-lift. For those who have come to my house before will see the difference.... just a teeny-weeny bit of difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;First of all, I've finally decided to hang up my 10 months old completed jigsaw puzzle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057815468248779314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD4XvRxyjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/If054anZPkc/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was reluctant to hang it up in the past coz I have the fear of it falling on me while I am asleep and disfigure me. Why am I now hanging it up? Well... coz of another item. So please read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thick-skinnedly asked my sis for the Mexican Textile she bought during our trip to Mexico few years back. It's such a beautiful piece that made me wanna hang it up and show off! BUT... I've got a consideration - "Will lizards hide behind the rug and start their happy family in my room!?!" I pondered for some time and concluded that the rug is just too pretty to be chucked aside for my outrageous imagination... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so... taa-daa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057815476838713922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD4YPRxykI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BslPbClDni0/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hung it up and shifted my mexican hat over! Adding a touch of mexico rivera feel in &lt;em&gt;ma chambre&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057819780395944530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD8SvRxylI/AAAAAAAAADE/tnwiuUSWD9A/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As usual, my collection of photo frames is building up and am covering almost the whole of my wall. However, I feel that the wonderful memories with my beautiful friends are ought to be flaunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old old room look like this a couple of years back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD_4PRxymI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q16h9CfSN5U/s1600-h/Pic004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057823723175922274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD_4PRxymI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q16h9CfSN5U/s200/Pic004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD_4vRxynI/AAAAAAAAADU/sWZ5ConelsM/s1600-h/Pic002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057823731765856882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD_4vRxynI/AAAAAAAAADU/sWZ5ConelsM/s200/Pic002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD_4vRxynI/AAAAAAAAADU/sWZ5ConelsM/s1600-h/Pic002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's definitely neater and much spacious now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD_4vRxynI/AAAAAAAAADU/sWZ5ConelsM/s1600-h/Pic002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-8414918959298308810?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8414918959298308810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8414918959298308810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-in-such-good-mood-that-im.html' title='Ma Chambre face-lift!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjAnr17aBq4/RjD4XvRxyjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/If054anZPkc/s72-c/IMG_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-726657060654869515</id><published>2007-04-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:33:27.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I like how my family holds on to one another when things happened. My family may not be complete and it seems rather complicated in the eyes of outsiders but ironically, the rough times and difficult situations that we've been through have brought us closer together, strengthening our bond. Funny as it seems, it's this bond that pull us through difficulties. Guess this is how the family formula works - its a cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complaints about my life, I'm a self-admit fortunate girl. My loved ones are my pillar of support and also, I have faith my mum's shining down on us from heaven.&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/9201953-726657060654869515?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/726657060654869515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/726657060654869515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-like-how-my-family-hold-on-to-one.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-8453951351649992168</id><published>2007-03-20T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:34:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Travel Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Welcome my new blog! My Travel Journal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is my invitation to you, my friends, to travel with me and recap on what I have seen &amp;amp; ate, where have I been, and who have I met during my past few travelling experiences. It's nothing great, really. But I believe it will provide you with some entertainment when you are bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.joycevoyages.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;voyages à l'étranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; opens its door for you! A big warm welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will spend most of my time updating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="www.joycevoyages.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;voyages à l'étranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joyceworld.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;au.tre.fois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; coz I've got nothing much interesting to talk about my life. Hah. Sad I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-8453951351649992168?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8453951351649992168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/8453951351649992168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome-my-new-blog-my-travel-journal.html' title='My New Travel Journal'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-3589237193635380794</id><published>2007-01-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:35:14.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Empty Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He makes beautiful promises during courtship and wants you to trust that he'll fulfil them. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He and you have compromised to accept one another's virtues and flaws. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He expects you to stay faithful and loves him only. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He expects you to understand his difficulties and hectic lifestyle. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He expects you to let him know what you are busy with. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He expects you to embrace him with love and passion. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He expects you to shower him with heart-warming gifts. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He expects you to accept his friends and listens to their life stories. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He wants you to love his family as much as you love him. You do, but will he?&lt;br /&gt;He wants you to make time for him. You do, but will he?&lt;br /&gt;He wants you to be there and listens to him. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He promised he'll call and asked you to wait. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He promised he'll never make you cry and wants you to believe him. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He promised he'll tell you everything and wants you to entrust him. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He promised he'll change to the better and asked you to have faith in him. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He promised he remembers your needs and wants like how you remembered his. You do, but will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If love can work out with definite solutions like mathematics, can someone please do the maths. If high risk equates to high returns, does it applies to relationship too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If the demand of love is greater than the supply of love, how do we recuperate this deficit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If love fluctuates like a stock market, can we buy or sell anything to prevent losses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If precautions and measures can be taken to improve economy, are there any to be taken to improve relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If we can live life alone, can we just abandon love and be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-3589237193635380794?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3589237193635380794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/3589237193635380794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-makes-beautiful-promises-during.html' title='His Empty Promises'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-116352784698992699</id><published>2006-11-15T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:35:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Passion Burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally I've started my ball rolling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Conducted my first personal makeup lesson and thank God, It went smoothly. Infact, much better than I expected it to be. I thought I would teach with shiverish voice &amp; trembling hands.. But I did fine. I was worrying I would not have enough to talk about for the lesson but surprisingly, I'm able to go on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;More plannings need to be done and I've got more to prepare for future lessons, but I'm confident coz I'm loving what I'm doing. It's a dream come true for me. I really appreciate the support from my family, my pillar of support. Without them, I would have no idea how to start this ball rolling! Words can't express my gratitude for them, but I'll repay them with my care and concern till the day I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not convenient for me to disclose much now but I can share some photos below. Share my joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2624/659/320/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2624/659/320/IMG_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2624/659/320/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Below is the photo shoot makeup I did for my brother-in-law's company's flyers and webbie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A sense of satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2624/659/320/Flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-116352784698992699?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/116352784698992699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/116352784698992699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-ive-started-my-ball-rolling.html' title='My Passion Burning'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-116280119582358258</id><published>2006-11-06T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:36:59.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everyone has got a life story. All life stories have the same beginning and ending, it's the content that makes it unique and individualistic. There's a saying: "Longevity is not important, it's how meaningful you live your life, that is crucial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how someone tries to enter someone's life story and at the same time, how someone would like to get out of someone's life story. It's a wonder how someone can tell one another about someone else's life story with such certainties, as if they are telling their own. It's disgusting how someone likes to tell you and determine how you should write your story. Some like spend their life comparing stories of own with others rather than concentrating on their own. Why waste such time? Why compare when you can create individuality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the author of your life story but ironically, how the story flows is not exactly within your control, or maybe, you just want it to be out of control to gain more attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-116280119582358258?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/116280119582358258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/116280119582358258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyone-has-got-life-story.html' title='Life story'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115981027785646184</id><published>2006-10-03T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:38:16.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Below is a msn conversation with my friend, name &amp;amp; certain content have been edited to protect my friend's identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;hey gal! how was your bday??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... work then went hospital see mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;is your mum ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;just passed away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;you need to tok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.... I am still okayz..I have got too many things to settle...stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;i understand, u need help juz give me a call k? can let me noe where's the wake?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;its over my dear...she passed away one day after my birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;im sorrie gal... im really really sorrie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;its alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's nothing much i can say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you... but I am afraid you will be more sad then me becoz you are so emotional...dont want you to be sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;i am Sad... my heart aches when you told me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;I know this will happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;but i really wanna make sure you are ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you to be sad... but since you ask I dont wanna lie to you too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;coz i noe how it feels. dun lie to me gal..we are friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;thats why I told you the truth... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;we should share all the emotional burden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;dont be sad k... I am really all right.. I still got a sis to look after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;salute to you gal...takes my hat off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;nah... no worries... I have to make sure everything goes properly. when its over... I will tell you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;sure... feel free to drop me a call anitime.. dun stress urself too much k? dun suppress your emotions..you are a human being afterall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;yes my dear gal...dont cry hor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;br /&gt;since you r so strong...i wanna be as strong as you coz there's alwaz sunshine after rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah... yupzyupzyup!! sun shine!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YaN says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've never met anyone as strong as my friend. If someone can face the grief of losing someone so dear with such bravery, why do we often get upset over trivial matters? Suddenly all the problems in my mind become so minor, so unimportant, so worthless to be upset over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;To my friend: I love you. I really do and I feel how you feel. I admire your courage to walk through this pain but bear in mind, you're never alone. We are with you, your family is with you and your mum is watching over you from up above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;To my other friends: Trust me, the pain of the death of someone you love is worse than anything. Cherish the people around you from this very minute and since my friend can handle the worst agony on earth, I'm sure you can have the courage to set yourself free too, no matter what problems you face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A lesson learnt.&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/9201953-115981027785646184?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115981027785646184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115981027785646184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/below-is-msn-conversation-with-my.html' title='Be Strong'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115979924007870293</id><published>2006-10-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:38:50.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Books Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my trip to Taiwan, My brother-in-law brought me to the largest book store which closes at 2am. The English name of the bookstore is 'Eslite', and is known as &lt;/span&gt;誠品書店.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still remember how shocked *jaws dropped* I was when I alight from the Taxi right infront of&lt;/span&gt; 誠品信義店. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a 8 Storey building, standing alone all by itself. It reminds me of a Louis Vuitton Building actually. Imagine... 8 floors of books!!! But actually no lah, there's restaurants and bars; and they sell clothes and furnitures in the same building. Infact, only 4 levels are books. We got back to hotel at 3am that night, Can't bear to leave the building... too many good books but too little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, I bought 7 books back to Singapore. The books are twice as expensive if I get them in Singapore's Kinokuniya, ofcourse I grab lah! but it really adds a hefty weight to my luggage! *sweat* Many of them are cosmetic make-up books which are pretty much useful for me, and 1 of them is this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2624/659/320/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The moment I saw this book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I exclaimed: "Gor! you see! There's a comic about my life!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother-in-law: "oh.. there's someone as short as you in the other side of the globe!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "The author is Japanese leh.. not surprising lor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh btw, my optician commented I look like a Japanese because I'm fair and bright-eyed *blink blink*.. but com' on, everyone knows its because I'm as petite as them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, This comic has been laying on my shelf for almost half a year and I just took it out yesterday, blown the layer of dust away (haha... just exaggerating lah) and started reading it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's indeed illustrating my life... but actually I don't feel as bad as how the author illustrated. I've learnt to live with my height and it seriously doesn't bother me much until a leggy woman walks past me and reminded me how petite I am *rolling my eyes*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's a relaxing read... You can borrow from me if you are interested but gotta let you know before hand, it's in chinese. Haha... given up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-115979924007870293?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115979924007870293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115979924007870293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/during-my-trip-to-taiwan-my-brother-in.html' title='Books Books Books!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115953980952171292</id><published>2006-09-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:39:38.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Moon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm always a blissful girl when I visit my Optician, my friends will know why am I so ecstatic *blink blink*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I love it when my dad goes with me. Coz he has got so much to talk... and so, I get to sit there longer *grinning*. The way he speaks cantonese...ooh... though not fluent but it's ooh-so-charming (I'm not referring to my dad ok).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My Optician gave this to me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2624/659/320/DSC00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Isn't it sweet? It's one of my adored brand!!! I know what you are thinking.... I don't care whether does he gives it to every customer anot, I'm gonna hug it to sleep tonite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm on cloud nine.. I could fly.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-115953980952171292?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115953980952171292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115953980952171292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-always-blissful-girl-when-i-visit.html' title='Over the Moon!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115928392042167621</id><published>2006-09-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:18:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm sick. Started yesterday when I woke up with a bad throat. I popped pills immediately and I thought I'll recover today but no, the pain got worse. It's just a sore throat but I feel my head spinning. I feel restless for the whole day tucked in my bed. But I have to do something, get myself to move a little. So I do something which doesn't require much brain juice - blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think job hunting has got me fallen ill. The endless sending of resumes, silence rejections, and prolonged waiting for phone calls have demoralised me. Being demoralised is bad for the heart, and in turns, bad for health. I must be suffering from CDS - Chronic demoralisation syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best antidote? Get a job. A job that fits the bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can't type anymore. I'm seeing double image. Gotta bathe, grab a bite, pop a pill, and tuck myself in bed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ciaos.&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/9201953-115928392042167621?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115928392042167621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115928392042167621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115574747444928664</id><published>2006-08-17T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:59:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A tribute to Billie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My portfolio pics are finally out. Glad they gave us soft copies too. Look at the left column below the tag board and u can see the 6 looks I've done as well as some accessories I've made.There are more studio shoot looks I did for my bro-in-law's company but well, I've yet to get the pics. Hope to get it soon and share it with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I would love to say a million, billion, zillion, thanks to Billie, for being such a lovely model for my portfolio. It was really killing.. for her and for me. A very tiring job. I think the photos turn out pretty good. Urm.. not that I've got outstanding make-up skill.. but because Billie looks fab! you know there's a saying "its not easy to make a pretty girl ugly". Its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Feel free to leave any comments or you may visit Billie's blog in my links. Her blog's interesting, one of my friends even add hers in the link although they don't know one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Enjoy!&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/9201953-115574747444928664?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115574747444928664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115574747444928664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/tribute-to-billie-my-portfolio-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115556022469558351</id><published>2006-08-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:57:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm angry. I'm very very angry. Don't ask me why. I'm just angry and I just want to outlet my anger. DAMN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-115556022469558351?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115556022469558351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115556022469558351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115523018997033061</id><published>2006-08-11T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:16:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"For good times and bad times, I'll be on your side forever more... that's what friends are for..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Environment changes people. Humans are forever searching for more. No one human is contented with what he/she has. I guess greed is inborn, we yearn for higher salary, higher post, a more luxurious lifestyle, more love, more friends. When we attained what we want, we forgot what we used to have or rather, what we already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;How many of us actually stopped in the path of our life and look back? Look what we've done, what has happened and who have we neglected. Blinded. Blinded by our achievements, our goals, temptations around us and we'll lost the important things and people in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm disappointed. Disappointed with the person for not being able to think right. The person could have done more, but did not. The person left us behind, neglected our feelings, forgotten our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-115523018997033061?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115523018997033061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115523018997033061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-good-times-and-bad-times-ill-be-on_11.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115454799859106226</id><published>2006-08-03T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:46:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's it. I've made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I decided to find myself a boyfriend who will bring me travelling while Yong is in France. Can't help it but am envious of my galfriends. They have boyfriend who are willing to spend their entire savings on them. Is there a problem with me or there's something not quite right with Yong? I've been with him for 6 years... and we went no further than Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Examples, examples. Friend A's boyfriend brought her to Taiwan to celebrate her birthday. Friend B and boyfriend went Taiwan, going Phuket in Sept. Friend C went Hong Kong with his all-so-loving girlfriend. Acquaintance and partner just came back from Hong Kong and heard that they are planning a trip to Australia, already. And many many more which I can't bring myself to name it. Reality hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, any kind souls reading this has got hunks to introduce or any takers out there who are feeling lonely? *yuhoo* calling out once! calling out twice!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I told my sis about it and our conversation goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: "so good rite!?! envy leh...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sis: "aiyah, some gals just so 'xin fu'..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;me: "huh? then my 'xin fu' leh? my life damn miserable..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sis: "u ah... i dunno leh, maybe your 'xin fu' comes later..."xian ku hou tian"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: "????????????????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;LATER? How late is later? When I'm 80 years old rocking in my rocking chair? By then he wanna offer me a trip to Mauritius I also cannot walk liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fine, enough of grumbling... this isn't gonna get me anywhere. I shall just stay in Singapore and be a 'kept woman'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-115454799859106226?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115454799859106226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115454799859106226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115437567121164322</id><published>2006-08-01T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:10:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh boy, revamping blog's layout is such a chore! It seems like I've spent my entire life trying to get my post to show and pictures uploaded. Ok, I deserve a box of Godiva Chocolate since now I've finally managed to get my blog working well again. Smart Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month was a real hectic one. I'm practically running around the city to get things done. Got to complete my super thick thesis with researched materials, 16 paper colourings and 10 models makeovers. Then, I had my portfolio taking which took the whole of Saturday and I really feel sorry for my model, Billie. She's such a sweetie, I can see that she's trying her very best to tolerate the 'wayang' make-up, painful hair styling, not-so-professional photoshooting, and the horrible packed-lunch. Thanks gal! &lt;em&gt;*muack muack*&lt;/em&gt; Just took my theory exam last week and I'm counting down the days to my practical exam this weekend. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad did his thorough body check-up last month worrying of stomach cancer. God answered my prayers and gave us his blessings, the result shown nothing serious. Phew... what a relieve! I tell you, the 1 week of results waiting was a dread, the fear and uncertainties was overwhelming. My dad's birthday was worth a celebration of double happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that things are slowing down and there's space for me to breathe, I start pondering about my future. Once again, I'm back to the journey of job planning. I have got tons of support and help from my family and friends, and I'm really thankful for that. Plans have been drawn and in the midst of implementing it. I'll inform you guys in the days to come when everything's settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.. showing some pictures of what I've done during the hectic month of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/FrontPage%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/FrontPage%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Thesis coverpage, and I'm proud to say that all the still pictures were taken by me!&lt;br /&gt;See the artistic angles??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josephine, one of my thesis model.&lt;br /&gt;I think she resembles TCS Actress Amy Cheng in this pic thou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was the first look I did for Billie on portfolio photoshooting day.&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Can't see the makeup?? Ofcoz lah.. It's nude look what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/IMG_0120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/2379/320/IMG_0120.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another 1 out of 6 looks. It's a bridal evening look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I think she looks like a peranakan here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't like the gown? What to do... provided by school mah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rite... that's all I'm gonna post up... coz I'm lazy. Gals out there... If you really really love my make-up, drop me a msg and I can either create a look for ya or coach you. I do accessories too, custom-made ones. Guys, I know my models are mouth-watering beautiful but nope, you are not gonna get their numbers from me. Even if you offer me the finest wine &amp;amp; foie gras.&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/9201953-115437567121164322?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115437567121164322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115437567121164322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-boy-revamping-blogs-layout-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115382265531806454</id><published>2006-07-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:39:12.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Classic IQ Test - What's Your IQ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations, Yan!Your IQ score is 120&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is &lt;strong&gt;Word Warrior&lt;/strong&gt;. This means you have exceptional verbal skills. You can easily make sense of complex issues and take an unusually creative approach to solving problems. Your strengths also make you a visionary. Even without trying you're able to come up with lots of new and creative ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-115382265531806454?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115382265531806454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115382265531806454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/classic-iq-test-whats-your-iq.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115382234134939679</id><published>2006-07-25T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:30:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Career Interest Inventory - Take Stock of What You Really Like to Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan, based on your responses, your top career area is Fine Arts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Careers in this field often demand that you be a naturally creative person who possesses a unique perspective on the world, and ultimately you want to share that vision with others. Most likely, you have a deep and rich inner world that needs an outlet. Whether you're into music, drama, painting or another artistic field, you probably possess a heightened appreciation for experiencing the world on a sensory level.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/jobinterests"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/jobinterests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-115382234134939679?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115382234134939679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115382234134939679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/career-interest-inventory-take-stock.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115382223584255646</id><published>2006-07-25T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:39:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Brain Test - What Your Brain Says About How You Think and Learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan, you are Balanced-brained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means you are able to draw on the strengths of both the right and left hemispheres of your brain, depending upon a given situation. When you need to explain a complicated process to someone, or plan a detailed vacation, the left hemisphere of your brain, which is responsible for your ability to solve problems logically, might kick in. But if you were critiquing an art opening or coming up with an original way to file papers, the right side of your brain, which is responsible for noticing subtle details in things, might take over. While many people have clearly dominant left- or right-brained tendencies, you are able to draw on skills from both hemispheres of your brain. This rare combination makes you a very creative and flexible thinker. The down side to being balanced-brained is that you may sometimes feel paralyzed by indecision when the two hemispheres of your brain are competing to solve a problem in their own unique ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/brain"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&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/9201953-115382223584255646?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115382223584255646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115382223584255646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/brain-test-what-your-brain-says-about.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-115022802198445227</id><published>2006-06-14T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:40:55.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yong has left for France. I was weaker than I thought I would be and I miss him more than I thought I would. It has only been 5 days and I'm already feeling this way. Can I pull through for 2 years? Will our relationship still stand strong? Will I still be 'the one' for him after he returns? So many uncertainties. So much insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Still, I've no regrets setting him free. When I say I feel happy for him, I mean it from the bottom of my heart, although things might not be easy for him to cope in France and life will never be the same for me in this tiny island of Singapore, afterall, he has filled my life for 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years of relationship was not smooth sailing. Looking at the brighter side, this 2 years will be a good opportunity to prove how deep is our love for each other. No promise that everything will turn out good but definitely, an answer will be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate my friends for being there for me. I see their footsteps beside me and realised I'm not alone. They tolerate my mood swings and unexpected tears, mended my heart and soul with their sincere concern and cheerful laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alwayz believe I'm a fortunate person. God gave me so many wonderful things and my family, boyfriend, and friends, are the greatest gifts. &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/9201953-115022802198445227?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115022802198445227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/115022802198445227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/yong-has-left-for-france.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-114916185190879112</id><published>2006-06-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:41:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Marriage - "the state of being husband &amp; wife, the relationship between two people who are married." Flip through the dictionary and this is the definition you'll find. But, I've got a new definition for it. Marriage - "another word for butter trade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have the society changed or have the perception of humans changed? Marriage is no longer valuable. Research shown that divorce rate in Singapore is shooting sky high and in my personal point of views, below are the main culprits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Singaporean men and their 'beloved' foreign bride. Why 'beloved'? Because I don't call it love, I call it lust. Majority, I said majority, of foreign brides married Singapore men for the sake of getting a Singapore PR and comfort living while for Singapore men, everyone should have guessed what they want out of this marriage, mind blowing sex. So, this is butter trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Singaporean women &amp;amp; Singaporean men. Reason for getting married? Get a flat. That is why you don't hear mushy lovey dovey marriage proposal anymore because the standard sentence is "dear, should we buy a flat?" and "Yes!", both happily get a marriage cert and a love nest. Oops, not love nest, just a roof over their heads. Yes, this is butter trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I admit that I'm being cynical and stereotypical here. I seriously have no idea where have all the values gone to? We were taught that marriage is a vow that bonds two people together regardless of sickness, poverty, or death; two people completing each other by providing the tender love and concern they need and sharing the burdens together and, therefore, sastifying each other sexual needs. When both are ready to spread these values, they bear childrens and voila! A happy family. But nope, reality is ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last week there's 2 people from a certain church came knocking at my door and preached me on values of marriage. I was thinking "what?? you mean these values need to be preached??" Sad case huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So now, don't ask me why I did not marry my boyfriend and follow him to France. I don't think it'll do us any good in rushing into marriage and I don't want to be in the list of divorcees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-114916185190879112?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/114916185190879112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/114916185190879112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/marriage-state-of-being-husband-two.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-114253081285856440</id><published>2006-03-17T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:41:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Who actually sets the standard of beauty? After being through 3 weeks of make up lessons, I'm still left pretty clueless about the definition of beauty. Why is it being skinny is beautiful? Why is that tall means pretty? Why is oval-shape face the ideal face shape? Why double eyelids are perceived as more attractive than single eyelids? Why the sudden trend of being fair, or rather white is now considered beautiful? So many whys which most probably can't be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Flipping through pages after pages of Fashion magazines is a real ego suicide. Although it's obvious that those photos have been touched up using photoshop and those models only looked that good after 2 hours of make up &amp; styling, females inevitably still feel inferior as they stared at these colourful pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Skinny people go around telling others that they are fat &amp;amp; need dieting while fat people are being told that they can't look as good as the skinnies no matter how much effort they put in. How many times must people be told to assure them that beauty is skin deep and it exudes from the confidence within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Who are the shallow ones? The females themselves who endlessly compare with one another or the males who are visually stimulated? Beauty is just being stereotyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-114253081285856440?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/114253081285856440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/114253081285856440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-actually-sets-standard-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-113897337868260828</id><published>2006-02-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:41:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah... surprise!! I'm finally 're-blogging' after 4 months!! I'm only in the mood to surf the net on Friday evenings, too busy on weekends and too tired on the rest of the weekdays. Here I am waiting for a gambling session to start &amp;amp; at the same time, pondering over my new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Time flies and the fire dog has arrived. Isn't it ironic that the dog year is actually bad for those who were born in the year of dog? The feng shui guru will say that you have offended the grand duke (tai sui) and you are suppose to pray him in order to have a smooth sailing year. Well, I'm actually one of the 'yous'. Call me superstitious, but better be safe than sorry, I kept bugging my dad to bring me to the temple to 'make peace' with Grand Duke and after that, I will have a great great year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Talking about new year resolutions, I guess I have a clearer idea now of where I'm heading to in life and what can I do to make my life less meaningless, in another words, more meaningful. Turning 23 last month hit me wide awake. Not that I'm traumatized that I'm a year older, but I was taken aback that I've achieved nothing impressive for the past 23 years. I'm still the plain girl with not much knowledge and lives an unexciting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's time to pursue something more colorful and fulfilling. &lt;em&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-113897337868260828?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/113897337868260828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/113897337868260828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112930649039193066</id><published>2005-10-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:42:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I suddenly don't see the point of blogging. I realised nobody understands you as much as yourself. No matter how much you tell people about your thoughts, they can never know what you are feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, what's the use of blogging since after writing so much... it's still yourself who understands the emotional rollercoaster within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being cynical. That's life. That's how humans behave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-112930649039193066?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112930649039193066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112930649039193066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-suddenly-dont-see-point-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112844267277357576</id><published>2005-10-05T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:42:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;There's something weird about my friends. Ok, maybe not weird but coincidental. They like to give me 'pooh bear' prezzies. I was packing some stuffs to bring to office, and I suddenly realised this strange phenomenon. Tell you what I found :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. A set of 4 'Winnie the Pooh' mugs given by my pretty cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. A 'Winnie the Pooh' lunchbox and cutleries set given by JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;3. A 'Winnie the Pooh' jigsaw puzzle given by Zhiewei and My bf (when we were still frenz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;4. A paper crafting art piece of 'Winnie the Pooh' given by my ex-tuitor when I scored A2 for my E.Maths for 'O' levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;5. A 'Winnie the Pooh' mouse pad given by my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;6. A set of 'Winnie the Pooh' bedsheet and quilt given by my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;7. A 'Winnie the Pooh' floor mat given by my handsome cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;8. A 'Winnie the Pooh' magnet given by my auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maybe there's more which are yet to be found. But why!?! I've never told them I like Pooh Bear and I've never knew I do (but actually he's cute. I prefer him to mickey and the rest). Izzit coz I have a close fren called Winnie but this reason does not justify coz my cousins, auntie and ex-tuitor did not know. Or do I look like Winnie the Pooh!? Hmm...unsolved mystery.&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/9201953-112844267277357576?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112844267277357576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112844267277357576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-something-weird-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112834526786431671</id><published>2005-10-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:42:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The pros of working in a big company are firstly - it has a HUGE office building by itself, secondly - it's usually located in business district which is so convenient, thirdly - the employee benefits are good, and last but not least - (what I like most about my company) it's overlooking the sea! But I believe I have not seen the dark side of big organisation yet. Im sure there is. I'm not even sure whether will I like my job scope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now when I tell people that Im working for 'blah blah blah' company, they will go "orh...that company huh!? How did u find the job?". In the past, when Im working for small organisations and I tell my friends it's 'so so so' company, they went "what is that? do what one?" See the difference? Now I can save alot of energy for not needing to explain the company's nature of business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This morning after I reached office, my boss wanted to reallocate me to another department. So in the midst of deciding where to 'dump' me, the HR personnel suggested that maybe I should go have my breakfast and go for a walk. Hence, I went Ya Kun and have a cup of 'teh' and 2 pcs of 'peng loti'. After which, I went MPH to search for the book - 'The Missing Piece' and to realise there's no stock. So I thought to myself since my boss only wants to see me after lunch and then was only 11.10am, why dun I head down to Cityhall MPH? I went and voila! I found my book! I took a bus back to my office, spoke to my boss, and eventually they decided to 'dump' me back to the original department they offered me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"ok lor, it's fine with me" I said. But actually deep inside me, I wished I will be reallocated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hopefully tomorrow the HR manager will speak to me and ask me which department I prefer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's my first day at work and being a 'wandaring spirit'. Btw, I would like to praise the good service of MPH's staff, tho' they are not smiley but they are very helpful. Good.&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/9201953-112834526786431671?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112834526786431671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112834526786431671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/10/pros-of-working-in-big-company-are.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112781030605579012</id><published>2005-09-27T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:07:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;MCS girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone gets together again after 10 years. Friendship is everlasting with a little effort.&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/9201953-112781030605579012?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112781030605579012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112781030605579012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/mcs-girls-everyone-gets-together-again.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112774182452567702</id><published>2005-09-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:08:17.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I thought it was the caffeine. But My doc says it could be stress, depression. Well, I do believe. I remembered JC once told me being too free can be stressful too. True. Stress becoz running low on cash and high on debts. haha. Doc gave me some relaxation pills. Hope it works.&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/9201953-112774182452567702?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112774182452567702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112774182452567702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/depression-i-thought-it-was-caffeine.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112767970324211553</id><published>2005-09-26T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:08:44.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleepless Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here I am, blogging away at 4am in the morning. Not that I'm too free, no work and dun wanna sleep. It's becoz I had too much caffeine for the day! Argh!! I felt giddy and wanted to sleep at 1.30am but I can't! My heart was beating fast... so fast that I can't breathe! I thought I was dying soon! So, I thought to myself, instead of lying on bed waiting to die, why don't I juz get up and listen to some music and do some research on caffeine (and the way of dying with overdose). True enough, dizziness, insomnia, rapid heartbeat are signs of caffeine overdose. Fortunately, no risk of losing my life over it. Read that Vit C can help to detox it abit. So I took one, and feel much better now. But still can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;After researching, nothing much to do, I read through my own blog starting from the very first day I blogged. As I read through, I realised my blog entries are getting from cheery to gloomy. Suddenly, I find myself getting very pessimistic about life recently! Was I rite? I suspected I'm suffering from depression... was I rite? NO!!!!! I couldn't allow myself to land in such sorry state. I have to help myself out! In search for the old cheery joyce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thus, I intend to visit my family doctor tomorrow and let him know what's happening to me recently. It's better to be safe than sorry. I know I have support from my close frenz... Kar sent me a postcard after learning about my 'depression'... that's juz so sweet :) Thanx gal *muack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think I should tug myself in bed now and try getting some sleep. *Yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-112767970324211553?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112767970324211553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112767970324211553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleepless-nite-here-i-am-blogging-away.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112680040463008136</id><published>2005-09-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:09:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For the first time, I felt like crying after a job interview. No, actually I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-112680040463008136?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112680040463008136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112680040463008136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-first-time-i-felt-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112655225759296753</id><published>2005-09-13T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:10:01.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Herbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to catch the movie 'Herbie' with Winnie the Pooh yesterday, cute show! I like the car.... I have a feeling that volkswagen is going relaunch this super-duper old model again. But I can never afford it, hah. Talking about cars, my dream car used to be Saab Convertible. But that is abit unrealistic. So now, I aim for something of a lower price (half of the price of Saab) - Megane Renault Sport. Thinking of it makes me drool. Pooh bear is already driving, i better catch up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Winnie wanted to fly to Taiwan next month for a short hols. So we went NATAS fair after the movie... tell u, Singaporeans are real rich! There were so many people! I'm not sure if they only enquire for fun or what... but flights to Taiwan next month are fully booked! See... im rite, Singaporeans are rich. We paid S$3 each for entrance, and I thought with that S$3, I can 'kapo' the fat, round, cutesy aeroplane balloon home... but they have given all out! But I still see aunties insisting on getting one. The beauty of Singaporeans huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday was the opening of Hong Kong Disneyland, watched the opening ceremony on SCV... I was thinking whether will they have a chinese version of Alice or Cinderella characters ( u know, those mascots) but nope, still ang moh leh... only saw Mulan character is a chinese who resembles Celeste Chong. They were singing the cantonese version of 'it's a small world', brought back the memories of my trip to Disneyland California last year. I love it! Hong Kong Disneyland.... wait for me! Have a date with you in November!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-112655225759296753?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112655225759296753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112655225759296753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/herbiewent-to-catch-movie-herbie-with.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112507840731415354</id><published>2005-08-27T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:10:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Once In A Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Kar was commenting that I have not blog for a long time. Looking at my previous blog, it was on August 4th, that means it have been 23 days since I last blogged. Hmm... seriously I have nothing much to talk about for the past 3 weeks. Same old same old... doing my carpentry job and scratching my head over French. French is really tough, maybe that's why they call it french kiss coz u need techniques to do it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ok...I'm blogging now coz I'm feeling happy todae! Finally get a chance to meet up with my cousins. Not like anyone, a chance for me to meet up with my cousins is really rare or rather, not easy. God brought us the affinity to be cousins but put us through arduous tests. Hopefully the hardship we are going through will lead to a happy-ever-after ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The reunion today brought me thinking about many things. Memories, pictures, words, analysis are racing through my mind. A coin has both sides, do humans too have both sides? we can flip a coin over to see the other side but how do we reveal the other side of a person? Maybe the arduous tests that god put me through have contributed my great interest in pyschology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bought a nice wooden musical box from Germany for Trinity with the song Ít's a small world'. May she be a happy baby :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/9201953-112507840731415354?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112507840731415354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112507840731415354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/once-in-blue-moon-kar-was-commenting.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112316750114795516</id><published>2005-08-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:58:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's every changing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The last time when I blogged, I was feeling down. This time round when I am blogging, I am still feeling down. I can't remember when was the last time I am problem-free. Maybe when I was in primary one? Can't recall. Ask me about the happiest moment in my life, and I'll be tougue tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am holding a job that pays me peanuts (yes, its the 'peanuts' again) but causes many cuts on my hands and ends my day with dirty clothes and pimpled face. C**S rejected my application in juz one day. Why? it's juz an a**p**t executive post and I am not suitable!?! I really would like to know the reason, but well, it's not given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm with a boyfriend who treats me worse than a 'peanut'. Words like 'I love you', 'I miss you', 'How's your day?' have never been heard sincerely from him since like 3 years ago. He dun even remember things I've told him and he can't be bothered to find out what I like anymore. When he treats me like this, he can't blame me for treating him coldly. I can't smile when I see him, coz I dun see him smiling at me too. He smiled when he toks about his friends, but not at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Looking back at old photos, I can't imagine the kgs that I've put on. Seems like I have been eating too well lately and obviously not exercising enough. Most prob that's the reason why my boyfriend no longer loves me and the job is paying me peanuts. Discrimination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Friends are getting attached and slowly they are leaving me alone. Not that they want, but they are too busy being in love. I understand. I am ONCE in love too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have an audition next week, but not having high hopes. Since my life is so miserable recently, nothing too good will turn out for me right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I muz have done much evil in my past life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/9201953-112316750114795516?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112316750114795516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112316750114795516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/lifes-every-changing-last-time-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112171003856707241</id><published>2005-07-19T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:08:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I respect people who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: respect other's decision ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: care for other's feelings ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: are appreciative ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: are not calculative ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: are willing to listen and empathize ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: are willing to share ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: are honest but tactful ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Respect is reciprocal. Whether it's between family, friends, colleagues, boss-employee relationship, or strangers; respect is the most vital characteristic of human relations. NEVER expect me to respect somebody who doesn't show respect for people around him/her. These people dun deserve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;A message for my most recent boss: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Stop "f**king" around the office and scream colourful languages at your employees. Yes, you pay them. But that doesn't mean they must tolerate your nonsense. They can jolly-well work for another boss, and mind you, your pay is not fantastic either. So what if you are rich and powerful? This is not the reason for you to abuse your authority. I feel sorry for you that nobody likes you and respect you, and nobody stays in your company for long. Isn't it time for you to do some soul-searching? May God bless you.&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/9201953-112171003856707241?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112171003856707241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112171003856707241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/respect-i-respect-people-who-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112098149474230789</id><published>2005-07-10T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:44:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/careerquiz/artistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor &lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer &lt;br /&gt;Dancer  - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&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/9201953-112098149474230789?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112098149474230789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112098149474230789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-career-type-artistic-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112092996308779358</id><published>2005-07-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:43:13.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Distorted Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When everyone looks into the mirror, they tout they know themselves well. They know where their flaws are and hide them. They know what their strengths are and flaunt them. But how many actually know the strengths and flaws that lay deep inside them? Do we know what we actually want? Does everyone understand their personality well?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you do. But I realised, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tout I will love the job I am in. Thinking that I finally have the chance to step a foot further in the F&amp;B industry, obtain an executive position, and earn myself fat paycheck every month. To my horror, I dun a least bit enjoy what I am doing! Im struggling... with colleagues, boss, books, and myself! What's wrong with me! Sh*t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that I understand myself well, but I guess I dun. I alwaz land myself into a big mess and have trouble cleaning it up. I'm a 22 year old who dunno herself! Failure! So, one nite, in my cosy, warmly lighted and air-conditioned room, on my silky bed, I wrote down the following list of likes and dislikes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope. I dun want to be a career woman ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope. I dun really like to socialise that much ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope. I dun like working alone ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope. I dun like sitting in office ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope. I dun like toking business ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope. I dun like paper work ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope. I dun like approaching people ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I like working in small team ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I like music, I love songs ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I am a nite person ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I like toking my point of view ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I have creativity ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I love singing ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I like moving around::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I like languages ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I like coordinating ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I like to share ::&lt;br /&gt;:: Yes. I love magazines ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I came out with a list of occupations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: DJ :: - my childhood dream&lt;br /&gt;:: Columnist :: - Have won 1st in essay writing&lt;br /&gt;:: Singer :: - Have genes inherited from my mum&lt;br /&gt;:: Wedding Planner :: - Love orgainising&lt;br /&gt;:: Fashion Stylist :: - Magazines fanatic&lt;br /&gt;:: Designer :: - Have lotsa ideas&lt;br /&gt;:: Performer :: - Was in speech and drama course&lt;br /&gt;:: Animal Keeper :: - Being a nature and animal lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... what a nice list of jobs. But these are the jobs that are impossible for me! It's impossible to be a DJ, I dun speak that well. It's not possible to be a columnist, I can't write well. Definitely can't be a singer, that is juz a dream. Wedding planner, have been searching for years and to no avail. Designer, I dun have the skill &amp;amp; my drawing sux. Fashion stylist, I dun have the knowledge. Performer, I dun have the courage. Animal keeper, I'm scared of lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! I am someone who is born with creative brain and arty talents but handicapped by insufficient skills!!! So I'll never ever be able to pursue my dreams... I'll be stuck with things i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as what my frens said, starting out is not easy. I tout so too. So maybe I shall juz give myself time, to see whether I'll drown in the sea of wine or swim onshore of a beautiful island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/9201953-112092996308779358?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112092996308779358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112092996308779358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/distorted-reflection-when-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-112007022072223242</id><published>2005-06-30T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:37:00.753+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%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Whole New World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Good news friends! I FINALLY found a job! A job I guess I will enjoy doing it! &lt;em&gt;"congratulations... and celebrations...la la la la la lala..."&lt;/em&gt; After a real long period of job hunting, god finally granted my wish. It might be my 3 weeks long holiday that revitalised me, mentally and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Okie... you all must be curious about my job. I mean, Joyce is famous for her pickiness and what on earth is so great about this particular job that finally ties her down. Alrite, its too early for me to tell you about my job scope. Give me another 2 months... but I do know what position I am offered (nothing great, really). Yup, u heard it right, I did not apply... I was offered. I apply for a retail position and during the 2nd interview....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Interviewer: "Nope, I dun think you are suitable for the job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Me (shocked by outrite rejection): " Oh okie... anyway, thanks alot for..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Interviewer: "But..... I do have another position for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Suddenly, I see another ray of light shining down on me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It's a Sales Executive position for a Singapore's leading Wine Merchant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The work place is convenient, company is reputable, colleagues are pretty nice, boss is unique (yes, unique in a way), products are interesting, and the job pays fairly well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I am lucky. I'm really am. I found a job which fits pretty well into my criterion. I have to thanks my friends and family for their support, and also critics. Although discouragements do come from them at times, but afterall, I know its out of their care and concern for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;As for now, I do have to work real hard to catch up with product knowledge and job requirements, but I guess I will overcome that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Coz there's this equation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Interests = skills, skills = interests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;When u r interested in something, you eventually will do well in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Challenges will officially be taken upon on 4th July 2005. Wish me well and who says, "you can never get the job you like".&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/9201953-112007022072223242?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112007022072223242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/112007022072223242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/whole-new-world-good-news-friends-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111968646154642712</id><published>2005-06-25T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T16:01:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Waistline Friendly Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;How I wish I hate food like chocolates, cakes, ice cream, fried chicken wings, and bread. But love food like vegetables, fruits, yogurt, and clear soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Then I wun need to be troubled over my waistline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sh*t!&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/9201953-111968646154642712?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111968646154642712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111968646154642712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/waistline-friendly-food-how-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111953822803412059</id><published>2005-06-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:52:48.760+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%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computers, Our Significant Partners.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;As if life is not bad enough for me without a job, my hard disk crashed on me today without a sign. Or maybe there were signs given but not enough to catch my attention. I do have an old hard disk which I'm using now but what matters to me are my important documents stored in my 'dead' hard disk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The 'death' of my hard disk has left me handicapped and devastated. How am I suppose to apply for jobs without my CV and resume? How am I gonna start re-writing the tedious format and comprehensive content? What about my expenses record? What about my photos?? I've got no back ups for my recent pictures taken! Gosh.. what on earth is happening to my life? Has someone cast a spell on me? Or is that some kind of retribution that I get for 3 weeks of 'free' holidays??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, hopefully the company I went for interview today will employ me so that I will not need my CVs and resumes in near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Scientists say advance technology is useful for human beings and have made life much more easier for us. In a way, yes, I agree. But in situations like now, I seriously doubt it has made life easier for me! It's causing my migraine to relapse! Humans really depend on computer so much so that computers seem to be our significant half. We entrust confidential issues to computers more than to our flesh and blood friends, family or spouse. We confide in computers (blogging), we plan with computers (expenses record), we play with computers (games), we earn a living with computers (at work and joh-hunting), we keep pets on computers (neo pets), and well, we can even have sex with computers (pronography and cybersex). Duh! What have the world become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Does anyone still need papers and pens, and a husband/wife? Wedding with a computer will be perfect I guess.&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/9201953-111953822803412059?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111953822803412059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111953822803412059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/computers-our-significant-partners.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111913220389722828</id><published>2005-06-19T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T06:03:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Far Away From Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here I am, blogging in a foreign land, the land of fairy tales - Denmark. The time here is 11.50pm, 18th June. Sitting at the lounge of the hotel, feeling lonesome without my bed, scv, internet, and friends. Feel excited that I'm heading home soon... really miss my chicken rice and char kway teow. But at the same time, I can't bear to leave Scandenavia, the most maginificient place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here is like being in heaven. Everywhere has such scenic views and beautiful people...oh, and pretty nice weather too. It has gone as low as 3 degree celsius and mind you! It's summer time here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountered much unbelievable happenings - I saw summer snow and actually touched it! For the past 2 weeks, I'm living in a place where the sun does not set at all and shines brightly even at 12am. Met lotsa different breeds of doggies in shopping centres, trains, parks...oh, not forgetting to mentioned snow dogs like my favourite Siberian Husky! And today.... I see both the sun and moon appearing at the same time!!! (who says the sun and moon doesn't meet?) And many many more wonders of nature! Argh... such beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all good things have to come to an end. I will be blogging soon again in the boring city - Singapore, but still my dearest home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-111913220389722828?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111913220389722828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111913220389722828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/far-away-from-home-here-i-am-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111711110849127645</id><published>2005-05-26T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:45:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;"You can't get the job you want."..."It's impossible to get the job you like."...."Don't be choosy lah!"..."Juz grab any job available!"..."Go work for your sis lah." People kept chanting by my ears, it sounds like a curse to me. A curse that discourage and despise me. I Hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Billie, I'm sure you understand how I feel.&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/9201953-111711110849127645?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111711110849127645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111711110849127645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/curse-you-cant-get-job-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111610055732497098</id><published>2005-05-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T06:00:06.980+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%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Birthday Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's my sis mum-in-law's birthday... Happy Birthday Auntie! Went to the 'Pariss' (dunno correct spelling anot) Restaurant at Marina Square for seafood buffet dinner. The ambience of the restaurant is a very 'class' and extravagent, but the service personnels there are mostly from china and mandarin speaking. Contradicting and ironic isn't it? Hah... but however, varieties of food is plentiful but the freshness and taste of it? Sux. It doesn't worth paying for all these food at S$50+ per person. But being typical Singaporeans, the five of us ate like a pigs and gorge down any food in sight... in total we spent S$271 leh...cannot waste $$ u noe... muz eat! S$271 in exchange of dunno how many pounds of calories.. stupid us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1..2...3...4 persons.., Who do u think is holding the camera!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like the grape my sis mum-in-law's holding fascinates her more than my Ixus 40.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before dinner, the 3 women, ranging from age 22 - 58, went shopping. My sis mum-in-law wanted to get a pair of sunglass, so we headed to Wheelock Place to look for my hunky optician who checks my eyesight since I was in Pri 3 (not only he's gd looking, I alwaz trust his taste in choosing eyewears and offer very gd service). We stayed in the shop for more than an hour... looking at pairs after pairs of sunglasses, checked my eyesight and made my contact lenses.. but actually, i can't help but to stare at my hunky optician, some of you know who he is.. rite JinCheng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;While my sis and her mum-in-law were searching for a best pair of sunglass for my sis mum-in-law herself and my bro-in-law, a question suddenly popped into my head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked my sis:"Do I need a pair of sunglass to see the midnite sun?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha.. I'm so smart, after asking this question, my sis offered to buy me a pair! coz I only own pasam malam pairs of sunglasses and she say it will harm the eyes as it doesn't block UV rays. Yippie! But I'm a nice sister... I said I would pay back after the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;My hunky optician went looking for few that suits my face-shape and he came back with 3 in a few mins. One is Christian Dior, one is Police, and another I can't remember what brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/diorhit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the Christian Dior pair which my hunky optician says it's very Glamorous coz there's a row of swarovski crytals on the top of the frame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hunky optician:"Joyce, I think this will suit you very well as you can carry the glamour of this pair"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:"huh? but my face so small!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hunky optician:"yes, your face is not long. But you've got the features and hair volume to carry it off. It will look good on you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;oh...my god! I nearly fainted. A compliment from my hunky optician! I feel like i'm floating in the air... but well, I dun really like it and it's too exp(S$385). So i din get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;So I tried the can't-remember-what-brand pair.. not nice, and eventually that is why I dun remember the brand. Then I tired on the Police pair. Voila! It suits me perfectly! I like the slightly translucent lens..the light-weight frame and it flatters my face shape! I intend to get this pair tho' it's not cheap too. But it's more than half the price lesser than my bro-in-law's Rudy Project(S$470),and cheaper than my sis mum-in-law's pair (can't-remember-what-brand too) which cost S$270 and my sis already owned Chanel (S$380).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/Police2887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Police is a famous brand from Italy juz like Rudy Project. Yup JC, incase you find Rudy Project sounds familiar, it's actually the pair which you nearly purchased that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ahh...what a 'Sunglassy' Day.&lt;/span&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/9201953-111610055732497098?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111610055732497098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111610055732497098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-birthday-dinner-todays-my-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111592019727467205</id><published>2005-05-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T01:50:22.830+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%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Everyone knows that you gotta be very ethical during an interview. It's a belief that you have to present yourself as a 'perfect' person with perfect answers and perfect qualifications, so that the company would hire you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, besides the interviewees, I guess it's also necessary for the interviewers to be ethical too. I've been to numerous job interviews and I realised that interviewers from 2 of the established organisations that I went (namely, M*d**C**p and CA*S), were very unethical and disrespectful. For godness sake! and they call themselves a HR personnel! I dun understand how they get in there in the first place. The person who interviewed them muz be blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;To all interviewers out there who's reading my blog now, please bear in mind that we, interviewees, are not begging you for a job. We are graduates, not beggars. So, please treat us with respect. If you think we desperately need your job to survive and thus, view us as less superior than you, you are WRONG! We can jolly well work for some other companies where the interviewers give more respect to people. Think another way, your organisation needs us to contribute our effort in order for your company to progress. A company can't do without employees. Moreover, you, yourself is also an employee of the company, you don't own it and thus, you have no rights to despise us. Remembered that you were once interviewed before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unethical interviewers have definitely tarnished the reputation of the organisation. Hence, before the HR department start criticising the employees of the company during the appraisal period. Please take a look at yourself and reflect. Did you possess the qualities of a HR personnel? Have you forgotten that you are only working for the company? Did you show enough respect to people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity these interviewers for their childishness and, myophic and shallow thinking. They are the people who's not worth hiring. Not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish these unethical and disrespectful interviewers get their retributions one day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9201953-111592019727467205?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111592019727467205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111592019727467205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/ethics-everyone-knows-that-you-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111573145839023583</id><published>2005-05-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:05:51.796+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%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;This morning I attended the ROM ceremony of one my friend. Umm...strictly speaking, she's not really a friend of mine, I hardly know her. She's the daughter-in-law of my aunt's friend. I only met her once and she's real sweet to invite me to her ROM ceremony. For your info, she's younger than me, she's only 20. *Ironic, I'm 22 1/2 years old and still hanging-dangling in my love life*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I was one of the photographers for the day. Kinda worried about how the pictures will turn out to be. It's the traditional kinda film camera and I can't remember when was the last time I used this kinda cameras. I'm so spoilt by digital cameras where you can view and delete away the not-so-perfect photos that I don't feel a least confident using a film camera. Joyce suffered from camera 'cultural shock' during a ROM ceremony. Weird. But I guess the photoswill be OK coz film cameras are supposingly to be sharper than digi cams. Rite? *someone please assure this nervous freak here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Now, enuff of photos, lets talk about flowers. U noe the hand flowers bouquet the bride suppose to throw and a bunch of crazy, can't-wait-to-marry girls gather together and pushes one another juz to snatch it?? Hah, yah..that one that one, u got it. Well, guess what? I got it todae! NO! NO! and NO! I did not desperately snatched it. It was given to me, calmly and gracefully. Why? Because..........*drum roll*.........I am the only bachelor gal there!!! My aunt's friend actually planned to give it to me earlier before they came and she told her daughter-in-law to pass it to me after the ROM Ceremony. Haha... am I suppose to feel happy and glad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I noe when you get that flowers, you are suppose to be the next to get married. Hah, no way! Not in the near future. So pals, no worries, you still got time to save up for that angbao money ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viola! Here it is - La Vie En Rose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It's a DIY hand bouquet my auntie's friend made. It's really sweet and nice. But, I noticed a weird 'phenomenon' about the bouquet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;::It's PINK! ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;*and FYI, The bride, bridegroom, my aunt's friend and the bride's mum is wearing PINK!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;::It consists of Carnations ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;*I noe mother's day was juz 2 days ago, but... it's ROM ceremony!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhow, Best wishes to Donald &amp;amp; Laura.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/9201953-111573145839023583?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111573145839023583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111573145839023583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-married-this-morning-i-attended.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111549324066062295</id><published>2005-05-08T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T03:14:00.673+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%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: January 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Born on the 7th day of month gives you a tendency to be something of a perfectionist and makes you more individualistic in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;You are very psychic and sensitive, and you should usually follow your hunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not take orders too well, so you may want to work alone or in a situation where you can be the boss.&lt;br /&gt;This birthday gives a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yong's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: January 10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your birth on the 10th day of the month adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your life.&lt;br /&gt;The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated.&lt;br /&gt;A birthday on the 10th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush.&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed.&lt;br /&gt;You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-111549324066062295?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111549324066062295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111549324066062295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/mine-your-birthdate-january-7born-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111545235391709756</id><published>2005-05-07T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:52:45.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/linguistic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&lt;&gt;&lt;font%20color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #666666" color="#333333"&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;PS to Ser: What's new about us! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/9201953-111545235391709756?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111545235391709756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111545235391709756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-dominant-intelligence-is.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111545184776978774</id><published>2005-05-07T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:44:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/ideal-lover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires.And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek.You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships.It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&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/9201953-111545184776978774?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111545184776978774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111545184776978774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-seduction-style-ideal-lover-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111487483230781640</id><published>2005-04-30T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:36:04.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Plain Jane. Nope, Plain Joyce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;According to one of my friend, I am ugly and fat. So to self describe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My name is Joyce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I am short, fat, and ugly. Ok, maybe not exactly ugly... Average looking, or maybe, below average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I am suppose to be glad that I can find a bf. "wow! there's actually a guy who wants you!" Thinking to myself while looking into the mirror. Maybe coz my bf is blind, and my ex-bf is blind. Now I know why most people describe me as 'CUTE'. Coz when you are not pretty enuff and people wanna praise you, they will describe you as 'CUTE' as it sounds nice enuff. Then people will console you saying "nah..looks is not the most important thing you know"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe that's the reason for the following things that happened or NOT happening to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: My bf dun intro me to his frenz ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: My bf dun give me attention ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: My bf dun take photos with me ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: No guys like me apparently coz I'm 'CUTE' ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: People dislike me ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: People 'cheat' me ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Frenz treat me like 'spare-tyre' ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Frenz bf treat me as a kind of entertainment ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: I can't seems to get nice clothes ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: I can't seem to get enuff of make-up ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;:: I need to spend much on my hair ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: I dun look good in photographs ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: I can't get a job ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Most gals like being frenz with me (u noe the logic - pretty gals are usually hated by gals) ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Family members dote on me (coz im pitiful) ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;and many more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sad Life. I must have done much evil in my previous life.&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/9201953-111487483230781640?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111487483230781640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111487483230781640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/plain-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111402557077554162</id><published>2005-04-21T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T03:32:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Joyce is now self-declaring she's single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She is serious this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;No joke, not a prank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She has done her utmost effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She can now see clearly where the problem lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She's facing the fact after 5 damn years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She's gonna be strong and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As long as you have tried your best...NEVER regret in what you do...." - Karin Loh&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/9201953-111402557077554162?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111402557077554162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111402557077554162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-single-joyce-is-now-self.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111393934625411352</id><published>2005-04-20T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T03:35:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My deepest heartfelt condolence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Jon lost his dad yesterday, 19th April 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I felt sorry but I dun noe wat to say and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I feel lost for not being able to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The pain of losing someone u love is so intense that it could kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;They are stronger than I thought and I hope they really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live." - Tuesday with Morrie&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/9201953-111393934625411352?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111393934625411352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111393934625411352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-deepest-heartfelt-condolence-jon.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111383087684972714</id><published>2005-04-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:27:56.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Joyce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday I was searching for my aunt's wedding photo &amp; I happened to see an album of my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Me:"Eh! Who is this baby? So cute! Izzit me??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My Sis &amp;amp; Dad: Look at me &amp; rolled their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Haha..but they all admited that I was cute! Notice I use the word 'was'? Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/baby01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1 year old me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/baby02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh...so cute! :P&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/9201953-111383087684972714?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111383087684972714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111383087684972714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/baby-joyce-yesterday-i-was-searching.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111307933197549669</id><published>2005-04-10T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T04:42:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Boyfriends, friend or foe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I think they fall under both 'Love' and 'Hate' category. We do silly things for our boyfriend when we love them and ironically, we do silly things to/for them too when we hate them. So, why do women make their life so miserable by committing into relationships &amp;amp; getting themselves a boyfriend? The answer is actually very simple - Women need the sense of security and the shower of love from men. However, men tends to not understand these two simple basic needs of women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Boyfriend often have no idea that putting in some little effort for lover can very much help to salvage shaky relationship. Most of the time, boyfriend doesn't seems to get it right on what their girlfriend wants. Most boyfriends encounter this problem - he often feels that he have not done anything wrong but yet, his girlfriend is obviously very unhappy with him. Now guys, let me solve this mystery for you. It is because you often do the right thing at the wrong time and do the wrong thing at the right time. Still scratching your head? Ok, let me quote an example. You commented when you are not suppose to (like, hey you shouldn't eat that, it's fattening), and did not comment when you are suppose to (when your girlfriend is seeking your advise). You get a clearer picture now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I know, I know. I have to admit women are the 'most difficult to understand' creatures on earth. But has it ever crosses the men's mind that it is partly because they are insensitive? Their insensitivity makes women hate to love them but also, love to hate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;If both sexes are willing to play their part well, this love-hate relationship could be turned into a love-love relationship. Men juz need to provide women the two basic needs, sense of security (protect your girlfriend, mentally and physically. Let them know no matter what, you wouldn't leave them) and shower of love (understand her and listen to her). Women, you might want to make life easier for your boyfriend. Men's brain is not created to play guessing game, they are very bad at it. So, let your boyfriend know what is on your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;However, there are men whose brain is made of wood (I'm "honoured" to know one). Wood will never understand the things you say (hello, am I speaking alien language here?) and even if he does, he wouldn't take any action (I guess it's because wood got no limbs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Somehow, things are easier said than to be done. Maintaining a relationship is never easy and it takes much effort and compromising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oyfriend - someone whom we love so much that we can't live without but wish to live without at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-111307933197549669?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111307933197549669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111307933197549669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/boyfriends-friend-or-foe-i-think-they.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111252299872060105</id><published>2005-04-03T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T03:04:22.983+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%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Light of My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tribute to all my friends for standing by me during the darkest moments of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Not in any particular form of order):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Thanx for listening to all my stories on every Wednesday during French class. Really appreciate your understanding even though you are so stressed out by schoolwork :) oh, and I love the sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Thanx for asking how am I everday on msn without fail. I know you have plenty of problems of your own but yet, you alwayz spare a thought for me. And you are there for me when your bf bullies me :) That's wat stonez are for ya! Oh.. many thanx for helping me to search for the Adidas Shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhiwei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Really appreciate your gesture of going all the way out to get me the Michael Buble cd and the keyboard delivery. Thanx for listening to me on msn even when I was so agitated and 'blasting' you with all the colorful languages. You have been there for me for the past 10 years &amp; I noe, you'll be here by my side in the future too rite? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jincheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Umm...you have been so busy with Karin huh? haha...but well, thanx for NOT noticing the effects on my designed wallpaper. For awhile, you distracted my mind of my problems :) Get well soon ya my 'more than good friends'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Thanx for giving me 'sound' advice while you are busy at work. But ironically, sometimes your analysis kinda make sense too. Anyway, you still owe me cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;You are more than a sister, you are my best friend. Thanx for listening to me &amp;amp; helped analyse and solved my problems. You made my mind clearer and got me thinking alot. You are alwayz there to take care of me no matter rain or shine. After mum left, you've taken over mummy's role and takes great care of me &amp; dad. Love you alwayz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Things were not good with you recently &amp;amp; we've faced lots of difficulties in our relationship. But I really have to thank you for your good temper. You have never once throw tantrum at me over these 5 years even when I've totally lost control of my temper. I know you dote on me but somehow, I juz wanted more. Hope we can pull through this tough period, together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanx for being there friends, you have brighten up my life and make it easier for me to walk through the tough path of life. I noe I am not alone, coz you will be my side and walk with me. Love you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-111252299872060105?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111252299872060105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111252299872060105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/light-of-my-life-tribute-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111251958508783996</id><published>2005-04-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:13:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates! Updates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow wow...it has been 2 wks since I last blogged. Haiz.. was kinda busy during that period of time. Yah i noe, my frenz muz be thinking: "Joyce is not working, wat the hell is she busy with!?!" Exactly, same question on my mind, I've got no idea too. So, before I wrote the following things, I thought for a few minutes and tried to recap all the happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, was really busy with Mr Wood's father's health condition. He was suffering from cirrhosis (liver hardening) due to a long period of hep C and also coz of late diagnose. His condition was pretty bad recently &amp; he's old. Mr Wood's sis is now out-stationed in HK, staying for long, &amp;amp; his bro is in NS... so it's only him who's taking care of his dad. Kinda pity him, gotta handle stressful work in Airforce &amp; his dad's tedious health condition. I juz feel that I need to be there to share his burden &amp;amp; give him sound advice. I could cry for him... both for the unfortunate events &amp; my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I was there for him, accompanying his parents to NUH for check up... run errands for Mr Wood... check out on some medical info. Oh! forgot to say, I actually accompanied Mr Wood's mum to this temple in Jurong for 'ask the god' session (aka 'wen shen'). Ofcoz! I dun believe in such things!! But since the elderly wans to go, got no choice but to tag along to ensure we noe what is happening. Haha! The 'wen shen' is really hilarious (I apologised to God for my rudeness &amp;amp; offence if the session is for true), but i'm thinking, why dun they pay me &amp; ask me??? Since the answers 'the god' gave is sooo 'general knowledge'! I can give better suggestions lor! Duh! Once again, God, pardon my rudeness please, if the answers were really given by YOU, lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae I juz went to this TMC (Traditional Chinese Medicine) clinic with Mr Wood. Med there is really exp! S$500 for a week of medicine.. oh my gosh! but well, wat to do? Since the med is working for his dad.. and in western doc's point of view, only a liver transplant can save him now. No choice, we turned to TMC. Ofcoz, i have to be there to ensure the physician is someone reputable &amp;amp; not out to hoax people!!! Somehow, when a person who is in need of help desparately will do alot of irrational things to get a glimpse of hope. No, I wun allow Mr Wood to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae, all of us are feeling much better. Everything settled down abit &amp; Mr Wood has slightly relaxed himself. At least his dad is showing slight improvement &amp;amp; we are seeing hope in TCM. May god bless us. Felt happy when we went out todae, for once things seem to be looking good as before. At least Mr Wood responded to what I said and joked. Yes, finally I hear him joked after so long! Great feeling. Felt loved again. Had so much problems &amp; conflicts with him for the past few months. Sometimes I feel like I'm a pain in the neck for making a fuss when he's there worrying for his dad. But Stonez, u all noe what agony (Ser noes more tho') i'm going thru rite? How do I not voice out? I will go nuts!!! Sign... hope things will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was busy looking for jobs too... sent lotsa resumes &amp;amp; called my job agent. Hopefully there will be news next week. Sent this resume to airport for a transit lounge marketing job, hope i'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up a few times with Eliza &amp; Gwen this 2 weeks (my Auston clique), life isn't easy for them too. Eliza wanna change job &amp;amp; got prob looking for jobs too (and she's with working exp, wats wrong with the job mkt!). Gwen has got problems in relationship &amp; at home. Haiz.. 3 pitiful gals.. hence, we went yoga to relax our mind &amp;amp; body. In the end, we suffered 'jia lat' muscles ache! Argh! Not so relaxing after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my French class with Ser. Although it's really tongue twisting and brain cracking, but it's real fun. Ser agree rite!? Haha... so next time we shall tok to Kar in French &amp; she wun noe that we r scolding her... hahahaa... (Juz kidding Kar) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah... enuff of updates. Thanx for attention if u did really bother to read it all! Pals thanx for being there :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-111251958508783996?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111251958508783996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111251958508783996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/updates-updateswow-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111159435670576771</id><published>2005-03-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:31:43.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comfort Zone, To Stay or Not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently many events happened that make me wonder what exactly life is? Do we, humans, really understand the purpose of living? Is seeking happiness the way to lead a peaceful and fruitful life? What do we really look for? And do we really understand ourselves well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my surprise, I realised I don't exactly know myself that well as I alwayz thought I did. I thought I know what is living, I thought what I have been through was enough to shape my maturity. All I wanted was spice in my life, all I wanted is to live in my comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, after a conversation with my sis, I found out the idea of us being in our comfort zone isn't that comforting after all. It will be lucky if you can stay in there forever till u 'move' to a coffin, but usually, we tend to fall out of our comfort zone in a wink of an eye and that will be too much for us to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, in order to save ourselves from the sudden attack of pain, how do we walk out of the comfort zone and move towards another stage in life? The bad news is, it's not easy and humans are unwilling to make this move. As what my sis said, we stay in our comfort zone because we have the tendency of not wanting to face the fact (truth hurts) and to avoid bringing pain upon ourselves. We'll only walk out of our comfort zone when one big tight slap come hitting us, waking us up and leaving us in great pain. Then, we'll realised we can't hide in the comfort zone forever and; we need to let go and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon hearing this, suddenly a clearer picture of myself surfaced. Many answers to my failure, greed, apathy, and unhappiness started coming to light as if dawn has just broken after a long long night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time for the Joyce in me to come out to greet the world and brave through storms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, walking out of the comfort zone will lead you to a danger zone, but as said, the process of 'zoning' is never smooth sailing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Throw yourself into these emotions, by diving in all the way, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is, you know what love is, you know what grief is. And only then you can say, "All right. I have experinced that emotion. I recognise that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment." - Quote from Tuesday with Morrie.&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/9201953-111159435670576771?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111159435670576771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111159435670576771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/comfort-zone-to-stay-or-not-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-111088039586623202</id><published>2005-03-15T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:53:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supermarket Shopper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;This afternoon I went to Market Place Supermarket alone. I love shopping in supermarkets. It's fun! But I dun really like cold storage and NTUC, would prefer Market Place and Daimaru (which has closed down). I alwayz get excited when my bro-in-law &amp; sis drove me to Daimaru late at nite before it was closed down coz Daimaru closes at 12am and I've got all the time to shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Shopping alone in supermarket is great. Nobody to follow you around looking at what you pick up from the shelves and start commenting "eek..this one not nice one"..."wow..very fattening leh!"..."aiyoh, u eat such expensive stuffs?"..."eh..u finish buying already??"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Especially when I shop with my dad...when we've got different taste. I don't understand why he stock up on Gusiness Stout and he doesn't understand why I need to drink so many kinds of tea. But I love the perk of shopping with my dad - I don't need to pay a single cent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I was in the Market Place for an hour and guess how many items I brought to the cashier?? Haha. Voila! 3 items! I was reading the nutrition label on every single item I picked up and I took longer time to figure out when I picked up a Japanese product (and mostly are). I walked a few rounds and stopped at the same shelf a couple of times, to see whether I miss out on any delicious item and stared at the food to determine whether do I really need it. In the end, I bought a packet of Meji low-sugar hot chocloate powder, a packet of Japanese biscuits which is low in calories, and a bottle of Japanese apple vinegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not someone who is into Japanese culture. I don't listen to Japanese songs, don't fancy Japanese shows, don't follow Japanese fashion trend, and don't idolise Japanese stars (ahem..okie..except Jin Cheng Wu). Ironically, I'm a lover of Japanese food. It's really interesting to shop for Japanese snacks and convenient food. Their packaging is fanciful, and they taste great &amp; are healthier. But well, yes, they are much more expensive than local &amp;amp; malaysia's products. Once in awhile I indulge in their instant Udon (which cost S$5 per bowl), Meji Chocolate, Rice crackers, and bottled Milk tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;All thanx to my sis &amp; bro-in-law for pampering me which such food since I was a teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm....my next supermarket spree would be at Meideya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-111088039586623202?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111088039586623202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/111088039586623202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/supermarket-shopper-this-afternoon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110865963966255940</id><published>2005-02-18T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T01:00:39.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running in circles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It has been quite some time since I last blogged. The CNY period was real busy, all the spring cleaning, dinners, house visits, mahjong sessions... but it's pretty eventful tho'. Sometimes I wonder how do some people juggle between career, social life, &amp; housechores? It's only 24 hrs a day. Wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Now CNY is nearing to its end. Time flies... its gonna be March soon. And guess what? I'm still jobless! Haiz... Really hate the job hunting process, hate editing my resume now &amp; then, hate the feeling of waiting for phone calls, hate rejections. Friends said I was being choosy. Haha... Well, I guess maybe. I dun go for 'sky-high' pays, but I go for job scopes. I can easily settle for any temp jobs, but since this is gonna be my perm job... I think I should be more particular in getting one which better suits my preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Now, my situation is kinda being stuck in nowhere. Its either me being under-qualified with too little experience, or me being over-qualified. So, message for those who intend to further their studies all the way, bear in mind that companies out there look out for experiences too. Even if the brilliant you have a Masters Degree or Doctorate, without experiences, everything's futile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Joyce has no idea where she is now. She has lost her sense of directions. No one to guide her way. She's like running in circles, no way out. Her future looks bleak. Hence, forgive her for being grouchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110865963966255940?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110865963966255940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110865963966255940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/02/running-in-circles-it-has-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110745139784973627</id><published>2005-02-04T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T01:23:17.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Motherless Child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;How many people actually understand the life of a child with single parent? People kept telling me since I was 10 years old, that they undertsand how I feel. But no, I doubt they do. Growing up with only one parent is tough. It's juz like a handicapped child, mentally &amp; physically handicapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Life might appear to be easy, but its never is. Children raised by single parents are forced to mature faster. We must be strong enough to take care of ourselves. We need to brave ourselves through all the obstacles in life. And every single decision we make in our life, we have to think twice, or perhaps, thrice or more. Becoz whatever our decisions are, our parent is often the crucial factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Children like us face much confusion in life. We often wished we have a complete family. But when our parent found a new partner, subconciously, some part of us object the idea. I'm still not sure why this kinda rejection feeling surfaced. Is it because we really miss the parent we lost, or because we refuse to adapt to a new environment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, there are more problems that we faced which can't be written down in words. Separation, divorce, death, of parents cause too much of an impact on their child. Too much for us to handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I just wanna say I admire my dad. I love him for all the things he done for us over the past 12 years. I know life was harder for him than for us. He was brave, very brave. Still, I miss my mum, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110745139784973627?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110745139784973627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110745139784973627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/02/motherless-child-how-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110710669651655873</id><published>2005-01-31T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:38:16.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C'est La Vie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Somehow, I feel so sick of my current life that I suddenly yearn to live an extravagant life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce will live in a condo that overlooks the city &lt;em&gt;(today I flipped through the newspaper &amp; saw one at Marina Bay)&lt;/em&gt;. She will drive a sliver Volkswagen Beetle Cabriolet. She will have a cleaner to come clean up her house every once a week. She holds a job at the airport. She will have a boyfriend who alwaz wine &amp;amp; dine her. He's not necessary a very handsome looking guy. He juz need to be talented, mature, serious with work, jovial, &amp; is a loving person with a heart of gold. Hmm...Maybe a poilet? I prefer guys in uniform, dun like guys wearing shirt &amp;amp; tie. Another vital criterion, he must be able to speak cantonese. He will frequently bring me to Italy, Rome, Paris, Vienna, Hungary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations of this blog was triggered by all the spring cleaning &amp; wine choosing that I've done today. I'm tired of being the Joyce now - an average human being. So plain, boring, monotonous, &amp;amp; ignorant &lt;em&gt;(while I was buying wine todae, i dunno what's the difference between Merlot &amp;amp; Sauvignon, althoug both are red wine, and I've worked in a lounge before)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110710669651655873?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110710669651655873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110710669651655873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/cest-la-vie-somehow-i-feel-so-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110702733045672367</id><published>2005-01-30T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T03:45:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Agony of Being A Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Why do women have to go through so much pain in life? We are supposingly the weaker gender, but, on second thought, I think women are the strongest of all. There are many things which we, Venuses can tolerate while the Martians can't even stand the thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of epiliating &lt;em&gt;(The inspiration of this blog while I was epiliating)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of Brazilian wax &lt;em&gt;(some guys love it 'bald' down there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of tweezing our eyebrows &lt;em&gt;(very often practice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of laser treatment for skin &lt;em&gt;(I've been through that, it's hell)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of wearing heels &lt;em&gt;(That's why Isqueez was invented for us)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of wearing brassiere &lt;em&gt;(sometimes the strap &amp; wire hurt us)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of dieting &lt;em&gt;(it's actually the pain of giving up delicious food)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of bodyache after all the housechores&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(guys think that it is humiliating their intelligence if they do it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of heartbreaks &lt;em&gt;(caused by jerks, bastards, womanizers, casanovas...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of menses cramp &lt;em&gt;(and guys only know how to complain about our PMS)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of love making &lt;em&gt;(It is supposingly to be painful, &amp;amp; all guys care about is orgasm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of pregnancy&lt;em&gt; (imagine, carrying another human being for 10 months!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: The pain of giving birth &lt;em&gt;(How I wish GUYS are Seahorses!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This blog act as a reminder for guys out there to learn to dote on &amp;amp; respect Women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Because YOU make up 99% of the reasons on why woman are going through all these sufferings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110702733045672367?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110702733045672367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110702733045672367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/agony-of-being-woman-why-do-women-have.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110685425905211660</id><published>2005-01-28T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T03:37:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horrible Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Argh...this week is such a lousy one. It's making me feel miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My neighbour living above me is having some kind of renovation since Wednesday, and they started drilling as early as 9am in the morning! When i'm still sound asleep, u noe, i sleep as 'early' as 6am when I'm jobless. Gosh! So damn noisy! &amp; it only ends at 5pm!!! Every morning, these noise pollution acts as my super loud alarm, and I predict today will be the same. Hence, I decided to help out at my sis office to avoid distress tension building up inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;What irritated me more yesterday was me 'kanna' play out by this Advertising manager. She is my dad's friend's daughter who works in an advert. firm. So my dad asked me to call her and enquire about the job vacancy. Thus, yesterday afternoon I called her, &amp;amp; she insisted on meeting up without telling me any details on the phone. She suggested to meet me at Thiong Bahru Plaza between 7 - 7.30pm, but later she changed it to 8pm. I said "ok".. tho' I was wondering why of all places thiong Bahru Plaza? But since I'm meeting Mr. Wood at Ikea, so it's ok lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Mr. Wood end work at 4.30pm, so I met him at Ikea at 6pm. Rushed thru my CYN shopping there... and Mr. Wood went home coz he bought this huge rack. I headed to Thiong Bahru Plaza &amp; reached there at around 7.45pm. Went toilet... freshen up... go BK bought a drink...sat down &amp;amp; wait for that 'big shot'. I called her on her mobile, no ans. I sms her saying Im already there, give me a call when she reach. So at around 8pm, she finally replied the poor gal who is sitting alone in BK staring at her drink (aka me!), and the msg goes "sorry will be stuck in meeting can meet you another day" (this is the EXACT msg she wrote, no punctuations &amp; not sincere.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I was smsing JC, and I was fiery with anger! Cannot meet me say earlier ah! Then I dun need to rush down, &amp;amp; can continue my shopping at Ikea &amp; have dinner with Mr. Wood! Idiotic woman! Manager so wat leh! I not going to work for this kinda manager lor..can't imagine how much time I'm gonna waste on her if I do work for her! And another bad news is, she's actually my neighbour who lives in the same block as me! May god bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I ended up going to Bukit Batok, my sis office, and bought KFC (which I have been craving for few weeks) for dinner. Haiz... what a day. Luckily JC and Kar was there to brighten my day a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Today I am suppose to meet MCS gals for dinner. But Sharryl last min. got make up lesson till 8pm. Haiz. Since I'm gonna accompany my sis to Peter &amp; Guys before heading to work. Maybe I should also do something to my hair to perk myself up abit. Shave bald maybe. And perhaps after work I should go Winnie's house sit sit &amp;amp; chit chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110685425905211660?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110685425905211660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110685425905211660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/horrible-week-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110642030308370086</id><published>2005-01-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:58:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fond Memories of Sheraton. Or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;This afternoon met Stonez for New Year Shopping. Everyone was kinda sianz becoz we were shopping with budget. So even though we fell head over toe for the Mango's tops... we still gotta curb the temptation of buying it, becoz it's outrageously expensive! At the end of this shopping trip, I bought 3 tops and a bag...altogether cost no more than S$100. Great buy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;We went seperate ways at 6.15pm. Serene &amp; I headed to Sheraton Towers Singapore for our gathering. It has been almost 2 years that we last stepped into Sheraton Towers ever since we ended our attachment there. Thinking back, the job was really horrendous. Still remember that we can't wait to leave that place and we actually counted down to our last day of work. But, we have to admit we learnt alot there. Job was tiring but at times, it was pretty fun. Some colleagues there were really nice people. Sad to say, most of them have left Sheraton when we went back today. Even the pianist has changed, &amp; this current one kinda sux. Her songs are all 'feelingless'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;We went Dining Room first, had main course. 5 people shared 2 main course &amp; 1 dessert, haha... I noe we sound stingy. Hey... I have not finished yet. After Dining Room, We proceeded to the lounge, sat at a cosy corner, and ordered 4 drinks, 2 sets each of lip-smacking finger sandwich &amp;amp; chicken drumlets. Yummy! All of us have been craving for the Ham &amp; Cheese finger sandwich for 2 years &amp;amp; we finally tasted it again! Dun ask me what so special about the sandwich, I dunno. But it juz taste sooooooooooo delicious! Best sandwich I ever had in my life! Well, ofcoz we can't get enuff of it, so we ordered one more set &amp; our ex-colleague gave us extra plate of fries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;We got all the drinks for free..haha..if we knew we should have ordered house wine. ;P So the total bill was S$100. Initial thought, we said it was cheap. But on 2nd thought, we only had bread! Expensive carbo. Took lotsa photos... Share some with u :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicy Chicken Drumlets!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All time favourite, Ham &amp; Cheese Finger sandwich.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(From left) Ah Seng, Lynn, Me, Serene, &amp; Gerald.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta show u my pic with alleged 'Flora Chan', Lynn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &amp; my 'twin sister', Serene. We actually confused quite alot of Sheraton colleagues back then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only 2 guys who were attached to Sheraton that time. 2 Mr. Nice Guy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had much fun todae, talked about Ah Sengs' Thai secret admirer, ghost stories, gossips, photo-taking... Finally, the Sheraton gathering which I have tried to organise for the past few months had a happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110642030308370086?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110642030308370086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110642030308370086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/fond-memories-of-sheraton.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110581021727386020</id><published>2005-01-15T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T01:37:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eventful Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;This morning I woke up at 7.30am. Yawn! so tired... but no choice, its my graduation ceremony!!! I took a cab to Cityall Hall..bought Starbucks Coffee for Eliza, Gwen , &amp; myself. Then I waited for Eliza to fetch me to Singapore Conference Hall. Reached there liaoz started registration.. "hi" around... wear our robe..and the stupid hat is so big for my head &amp;amp; it kept falling off. I got a hard time clipping it. Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The ceremony took around 2 hrs... quite boring sitting there &amp; clapping hands..so me &amp;amp; my classmates took out our handphones &amp; self entertain by taking photos.. We juz can't wait for the whole boring thing to end &amp;amp; go take lotsa pictures! My brother-in-law was my free photographer of the day... Haha... with his pro camera! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/grad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was taken using my Canon Ixus. Me &amp; my Family! How do I look?? good rite!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/grad02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(From left) Gwen, me, &amp;amp; Eliza. Look at the height difference..haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had fun...My dad paid for the studio photo taking package which is S$280!! And my sister &amp; bro-in-law bought me the printed framing of my cert (those u see in doctors rm) which cost S$150!! so touched! *weep weep*. I think my dad was very happy to see me graduate, and I'm glad he is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I got home at around 5pm &amp;amp; started wrapping prezzies. Stonez &amp; JC came for some pigging out session. Ordered lotsa good food! Chilli Crab, BBQ stingray, BBQ chicken wings, &amp;amp; Calamari! Mama Mia! My sis bought Kar &amp; Ser a birthday cake..so sweet of her, &amp;amp; I bought them prezzies &amp; flowers. Really glad they like it :) Had so much laughter..haha... hope it helps burn that extra calories. Anyway, I'm still so full now...so not eating that left over bread and gravy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Showed them my vacation video &amp;amp; they got so much comments on my videoing skill! Well.. I noe it sux lah, but give face mah! haha... haiz... poor JC..actually wanted watch movie one...but laze until nv go...end up watch my lousily produced movie. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four leaves Cocoa Birthday cake bought by my sis. It's so pretty. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/stonezbday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(From left) Me, Ser, &amp; Kar. They force me to remove my auntie specs and take a pic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno wat is Ser's shock reaction for tho'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/yeyoh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my Birthday prezzies I received todae!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;:: The Eeyore from JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;:: The dangling earrings Eeyore wearing is from Stonez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;:: The anklet on top of Eeyore's head is also from Stonez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;:: The card &amp;amp; flower stud earrings from Billie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;So sweet of them. Thanx Billie for dropping by my house. Sorrie I was not able to thank you personally. Thanx Jincheng for all the trouble... &amp; so sweet of u to remember wat I said (I commented that this eeyore is very cute when we were shopping once at Bugis). Last but not least, thanx stonez for all the nice prezzies &amp;amp; a great nite. Love all of you! Muacks! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110581021727386020?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110581021727386020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110581021727386020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/eventful-day-this-morning-i-woke-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110546297360847378</id><published>2005-01-12T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T01:02:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Start from strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Clique almost immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Initially, meant to be companions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Gradually, they become part of our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Give each other weird names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: 'Stone' together (Not applicable to everyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Communicate with telepathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: They bring us joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Make us smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Hear us cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Lend us their shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Make us laugh at a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Remember our birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Surprise us with gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Tease us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: But still love us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Pig out &amp;amp; share the calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Accompany us to walk a thousand miles to get something we like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Give us comments, good and bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Remind us of things we forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Bear with our temper and mood swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Get jealous at times but get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Argue but patch up fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Ask for forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Grant us forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;:: Walk us through our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110546297360847378?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110546297360847378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110546297360847378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/friends-start-from-strangers-clique.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110538133432522337</id><published>2005-01-11T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:24:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It has been a long time since I last blog. Was busy over the weekend and was struck by food poisoning. Argh...kept falling ill. I guess my new year resolution is to stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 22nd birthday on Fri, 7th Jan, the actual day. It was fun...very fun. Much better than my 21st Birthday. Haha. I had dinner with my family at Vienna Restaurant at United Square. Love the seafood buffet there..it has lotsa varieties &amp; its delicious! After that, I went home to wait for my Stonez sisters, Zhiwei &amp;amp; my Bf to come for mahjong session. To my surprise, Stonez bought me a birthday cake!! So touched!!! *Weep weep*... Not only that..my sis bought me a cake too! So...I got 2 birthday cakes! Yeah! Haha...&amp; Ser..no..it does not make me 44 years old k! I'm still the youthful 22 years old! Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake cutting session was at my sis house. So funny...lotsa laughter, hilarious. My family was there too. That Kar kept sprouting nonsense thru out the nite...haha..so Ser suggested her to keep quiet to avoid saying more unnecessary things. haha...Oh! Teck was here too...So...more pple..more fun! Anyway, thanx to kar for the 'ice-breaking' session. haha...u noe what I mean, Stonez??!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played overnite mahjong at my house till next day 8 pluz in the morning. We had 'you tiao' &amp;amp; 'tou hway' for supper. I think the taller a person is, the easier he gets hungry. Coz Teck *the tallest among us* was alwaz yearning for food...Haha! The next morning, everyone was stoned. *well..not much diff for we, stonez sisters tho'*...Surprisingly, or rather, ironically, Ser won!!! Wow! Actualli i think coz teck was there to help..hahaha:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf slept the earliest..&amp; Kar "joined" him after that. Yesh! They slept on my bed! together! &amp;amp; my bf still ask Kar wan blanket anot! Wat!?! Rite infront of my eyes! haha...no lah, actualli was rite infront of everyone eyes. Haha...nothing happened.. dun worrie! :) Kar was too shag..if she continued...Im afraid she will lost away her LV wallet as well...so Teck took over her place &amp; minimise her loses...keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making a wish...&amp;amp; I asked "2 cakes can make 2 wishes?" well, I got a resounding "NO!" as answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mocha Choco Cake from Secret Recipe. Thanx to Stonez! it's Delicious! But sinful..haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Haagen Daz Choco Chip Cake from my Sis &amp; bro-in-law! Very nice! Very exp! Sinful too...haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Although you can't see my face, but this pic is to show you how enjoyable &amp;amp; happy we were :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Great Day...Great Nite..Great Birthday. Many thanx to Stonez &amp; my family!!! My life would be so meaningless without them. Thanx Zhiwei &amp;amp; my BF too....I'm so glad they can click so well with Stonez. I love you guys!! Alwaz!!!!! Friends forever! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110538133432522337?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110538133432522337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110538133432522337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-birthday-it-has-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110469828075680135</id><published>2005-01-03T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:25:23.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frenz Are Forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This afternoon, I went Black Angus at Fullerton One with my sis for a gathering with her frenz. Umm...I gotta say I'm pretty close to my sis's frenz. They are really fun to be with! Nope. No age gap...not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are actually my sis secondary school frenz. Time flies, when I first know them, I was only 4 years old!! Yesh! 4 years old! Can u believe it? Now, I'm actually looking at their kid who is 2 1/2 years old. Incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long time frenz. Seldom meet. But treasured at heart. That's who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's so happy at Black Angus! Coz of it's delicious garlic bread maybe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ofcoz I'm not in the pic, I'm holding the camera!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meizhen jie jie, My sis &amp;amp; Moi! Dun we look like 3 sisters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce's precious daughter. Dun be shock. The 'Joyce' is not me, it's my sis fren.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't she cute!!?? Oh Gladys...such a baby!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great day. Great Lunch. Great frenz, But cold weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! Today I went for body massage. Painful but it feels good! I'm so relaxed now :) Shall go again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110469828075680135?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110469828075680135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110469828075680135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/frenz-are-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110469730720442960</id><published>2005-01-02T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:26:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprise Party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I threw a surprise party for my sis at her house, as her birthday is on the 3rd of Jan. Quick! Wish her Happy Birthday!! Although the party wasn't a big one, it was a pretty enjoyable one. :) Lotsa food, lotsa laughter, &amp; Lotsa cakes! Haha..my sis got 2 cakes to cut. A mango cake from me, zhiwei &amp;amp; Yong, &amp; a blackforest cake from my aunt. I gotta say that the Mango cake I bought taste much better thou the blackforest cake was from a Hotel. I wun tell you which hotel it is..not very good leh, since its quite a reknown hotel located opposite Far East Plaza, Beside the DFS Gallery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...I ate alot! or rather, WE ate alot! Played mahjong till 4am in the morning! Zhiwei, the big winner, won 100 over bucks and my poor Yong lost S$90! Haha..."Good guys can't gamble", rite!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Below are some pics to share with you guys!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/Cake01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Jie! Umm..the cake was suppose to be plain. But I decorated it &amp;amp; it looks kinda yucky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Birthday gal cutting cake alone...no worries! Im rite beside!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/IMG_0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sisters we are! So close...juz like frenz :) Tat's my dad hiding behind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/Makan02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attentive listeners were so engrossed in my L.A trip stories. Ofcoz, it's Joyce's stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great! My secret mission was successfully accomplished! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110469730720442960?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110469730720442960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110469730720442960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/surprise-party-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110443185106851342</id><published>2004-12-31T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:27:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recapitulate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time flies, it's already the last day of year 2004. 2004 was a pretty eventful and fulfilling year for me. Learnt &amp; experienced alot of things. Below are my few accomplishments of the year, as far as I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Returned all my debts for driving &amp;amp; laser to my dad &amp; sis in Feb. *$$ come, $$ gone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Got my class 3 driving licence in April. *Finally after 2 failed attempts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Done with all my stupid, costly subcision surgery in Oct. *Hopefully there's difference*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Travelled to L.A &amp;amp; cruise Mexico in Nov. (well, if you count that as accomplishment) *Damn broke now, but worth it!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Completed my bachelor program in Dec. *thou its kinda lousy but ok, at least I got a cert*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Last but not least. Managed to NOT get pocket money from dad! *Recently he gave, coz he noe i spent all my wealth on the L.A trip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well! Not too great accomplishments but at least, harvested some fruits. Now let us bid goodbye to Year 2004 &amp; say Hello! to Year 2005! Hope it will be a much peaceful year, &amp;amp; my greatest short term goal is to find a suitable job! ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110443185106851342?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110443185106851342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110443185106851342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/recapitulate-time-flies-its-already.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110434655412925642</id><published>2004-12-30T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:28:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChristMas Eve At Swissotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the 24th of December, 2004. Mr Wood &amp; I went to stay a nite in Swissotel. We were lucky that we got a room on the 63rd floor! The room was great, the bathroom was cool, &amp;amp; the view was magnificent. I also bought my new Canon Ixus 40 that day. Hehe... So juz share some pics with you people :) Anyway, I was only trying out my camera, so the picture standard wasn't that good. Pardon me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/Pic014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Me &amp; Mr Wood! I got a hard time making him smile at the cam &amp;amp; well, I failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/Pic005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty nice view as you can see. But too bad you can't feel the breeze up there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/2379/320/Pic004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;None other than the largest Durian on earth! The Esplanade!! I kinda like it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...the stay was nice. But I gotta say, the service there was BAD! Very Bad. I asked for toothpaste twice &amp;amp; it wasn't here till we checked out! Horrible. For once, I didn't brush my teeth. Yeeks! Lucky I got Clorets :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110434655412925642?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110434655412925642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110434655412925642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve-at-swissotel-on-24th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110433144720975397</id><published>2004-12-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:30:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hi frenz, if you did watch the news...I guess you felt as sad as I am feeling. Sorry to say that there's nothing much we can do. However, besides praying for them, we can help alot by donating to them. I'm sure most of us can afford S$10 -S$50. To us, this amount of money equivalent to the cost of one meal. But to them, it can save their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Simply visit&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercyrelief.org/asiatidal.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.mercyrelief.org/asiatidal.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and choose your preferred mode of donation. This webpage was given by JC who got it from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com.sg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Straits Time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please have a heart. JC &amp;amp; I have each donated S$50. Yes, it's alot...but it's meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110433144720975397?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110433144720975397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110433144720975397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/please-help-hi-frenz-if-you-did-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110426019246664824</id><published>2004-12-29T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:31:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let Us Pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im sure everyone is aware of the killer tsunamis. It's horrible. The world's worst earthquake in 40 years have took many innocent lives. Way too many. More than 22 500 casualties &amp; still counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad says God is punishing we, humans. Is he? But whatever it is, I have to thank God. I'm grateful that I'm safe, My family is safe, and Singapore is safe. Singapore is very lucky. All Singaporeans please get down on ur knees now, pray to God and thank him. Singapore, such a small island, would be gone if tsunami hit us *touch wood*. But here we are, safe and sound, thinking of how are we gonna celebrate new year &amp;amp; I'm here blogging away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dun think Singaporeans need such deadly disasters to remind ourselves how fortunate we are. We should not take our lov ones &amp; our everyday life for granted, we should have realised this before such things happen. Have we really been thankful for what we have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let us just take 3 minutes of quiet moment &amp;amp; pray for those who are less fortunate than us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110426019246664824?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110426019246664824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110426019246664824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/let-us-pray-im-sure-everyone-is-aware.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110425903137672482</id><published>2004-12-29T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:57:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog Reconstruction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I muz be too free at home. I spent my day staring at my monitor screen &amp; adding extra features to my blog. Argh...I think I've beautified it..agree!? Initially I added snow....I can't get it work, so Kar helped me &amp;amp; yes! It's snowing! But only snow half way. Karin tout that my blog is too long. So, I added scrollbars to shorten my blog..a tedious procedure! But well, nothing can beat Joyce The Invincible, I did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then...I saw this very nice starry background. I added it to my blog, but, again, the stars dun twinkle! Argh....Nearly gave up. But the funny thing was, when I insert the clock cursor., the stars started twinkling!!! Yippey! Great Job Joyce! BUT! But..my snow stopped!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Argh....irritating me! Have tried so hard to get it snowing again but can't work. I give up. Wenjie said maybe can only use one animated background at a time. So the logic is, when it snows, U can't see twinkling starts in the sky. When u see twinkling stars in the sky, means its clear, thus no snow! Ah..make sense??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love my new blog...especially the clock cursor..so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110425903137672482?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110425903137672482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110425903137672482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-reconstruction-i-muz-be-too-free.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110398357067161878</id><published>2004-12-25T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T04:33:02.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS 2004!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HO... HO... HO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Christmas Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jack Frost nipping at your nose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuletide carols being sung by a choir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And folks dressed up like Eskimos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Help to make the season bright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will find it hard to sleep tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They know that Santa's on his way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And every mother's child is gonna spy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To see if reindeer really know how to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so I'm offering this simple phrase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To kids from one to ninety-two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although it's been said many times, many ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merry Christmas to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*My favourite Christmas song.&lt;/strong&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/9201953-110398357067161878?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110398357067161878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110398357067161878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-2004-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201953.post-110382633738909614</id><published>2004-12-23T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T17:51:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Horrible job. Horrible Pay. Horrible sales. Horrible Singaporeans! My legs are breaking soon &amp; my voice's gone again! After 8hrs of standing a day and endless talking. Argh....I suddenly feel like a cheater, going around cheating people's money. Need to do some confession man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dun understand why Singaporeans can be so rude. They ignore me totally when I talk to them! I know I'm petite...but I'm sure they hear &amp;amp; notice me lor, can see it in their eyes. But they just walk away like that, treating me as invisible! Can't they just smile a little or say "no thanx"? Are they mute or dumb? A smile wun kill them lor. Sometimes I think Singaporeans are making Singapore ugly. Yah, there are some nice onez... but its less than a handful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, at least I get to see my long lost fren, Billie. So it wasn't that bad...at least can complain to each other &amp; share cab home when our legs can't take it anymore. But she got a isqueez at hm to ease the pain, I dun have! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forget about the job. let's talk about cameras! Yippey! I've finally sold my minolta, abit 'bu she de' thou...but the tout of getting the Canon Ixus 40 excites me! Dunno whether Nokia 7270 will be out tomorrow anot leh...neck getting longer while waiting for it to be out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tomorrow's X'mas Eve! Got all my love onez prezzies &amp;amp; cards...with touching words :) Hope they'll like it! My family &amp;amp; my boyfriend are the best X'mas presents God gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201953-110382633738909614?l=joyceworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110382633738909614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201953/posts/default/110382633738909614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyceworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/tired-horrible-job_23.html' title=''/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
