<?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-7598048553179802033</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:42:53.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♪Jess♪</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-8387569405341637125</id><published>2008-07-08T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:47:33.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>無話可說</title><content type='html'>昨天是我的表哥的婚禮喜宴. 原本是我和你一同出席...但只有我一個人出席. 因為我知道你不想參加. 而且, 出去了一整天. 你都沒睡到.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;親戚門每個都問我為什麼你沒來, 我只好騙他們說你生病.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我處處為你著想, 可是你卻沒顧慮到我的感受. 我還以為你會乘這機會休息,可是你卻做了一件寧我十分生氣又失望的事.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的不知道該說什麼. 明明知道我不喜歡,你還是和她聯絡.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-8387569405341637125?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8387569405341637125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=8387569405341637125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/8387569405341637125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/8387569405341637125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='無話可說'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-4312055478877713345</id><published>2008-07-06T08:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T09:45:44.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed &amp; Sad</title><content type='html'>I'm so disappointed and sad today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In e first place, I shd nt have went out with you, your bro and friends when i can feel that you actually don't wish to bring me along. How stupid am I, not realising that u actually found yrself new companies, yr bro and friends and that u no longer need my company. I shd have realise that when many times I wanna go with u, u rejected me, and only ask yr bro or his friends to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told u i wanna spend more time with u, cos after i give birth till now, we hardly go out together or spend time together, but u told me you dun intend to bring me along cos dun knw what i can do when u prawning. After hearing, I'm so sad but I act as if nothing had happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, u wanted me to go home first, instead of bring me along with u all. What can I say... but OK... While driving on the way, I thought u will change yr mind and bring me along, but u asked me whether I want to go home or follow you. Of course, I've no choice but go home, cos i dun wanna make u unhappy. If u wanted to bring me along, u will not had asked me to go home in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we are beside each other, but the number of conversation we had are countable... I always wanted to chat with u but... u r always on the pc... so i don't wanna disturb or irritate u... Is this so-called marriage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe like what u used to say... I'm too dependent and sticky on you.. I shd depend more on myself.. isn't it funny? U r just beside me, and I have to send u an email in order to communicate with u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-4312055478877713345?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4312055478877713345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=4312055478877713345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/4312055478877713345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/4312055478877713345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2008/07/disappointed-sad.html' title='Disappointed &amp; Sad'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-5471277436607238697</id><published>2008-05-29T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:35:33.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confinement Days are BORING!</title><content type='html'>Confinement days are really boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, everyday have to eat confinement food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, cannot shower with clear water... Have to shower with herbs or ginger water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, no matter how hot, nv let the fan blow at you... shower like never shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, cannot GO OUT! Everyday have to stay at home. Cannot even step out of the house... Sometimes I dun even know what to do at home. Surf net surf till nothing to surf, play games also play till bored... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime see my husband go out, I feel so sad and sian... We used to always go out too, and hardly stayed home... NOW... ask me whole day and for one whole month cannot go out... I feel like I'm dying soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-5471277436607238697?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5471277436607238697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=5471277436607238697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/5471277436607238697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/5471277436607238697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/confinement-days-are-boring_29.html' title='Confinement Days are BORING!'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-1952706217256331207</id><published>2008-05-28T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:34:12.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth of Baby Genevieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; May 2008, Baby Genevieve is born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This cute little princess of Brandon &amp;amp; Jess, and who I've been carrying for 9 months in my womb, is finally out to explore the world by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Admitted to the hospital on night of Wednesday, 21st May 2008. When my husband fetched me to the hospital, it's already 9pm. Upon reaching the hospital, the nurse directed me to the labour ward immediately, and my husband will have to settle with all the admission paper work. After that, then he can come to keep me accompany in the labour ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; 9 plus, the nurse inserted a tablet into me, which is known as induction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  At 0400hrs, my water bag burst. Water starts to flow out, and it's warm. The water will just keep on flowing out until the baby is born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  0430hrs, contraction started. The pain was getting from bad to worse... and it's really unbearable. I endured for the 6 hrs, and until the nurse told me that my delivery won't be so soon, then i finally gave up and opt for epidural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Fortunately, I've my husband beside me to give me support though he's tired and can't do much for the pain I'm experiencing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Finally, after another 5 hrs, Baby Genevieve is out. For that moment, I really feel relieve in my womb, not so heavy. I can see my husband's tears in his eyes, as he saw the pain I'd and giving out all my strength to push the baby out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  The delivery process is really a memorable and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-1952706217256331207?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1952706217256331207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=1952706217256331207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/1952706217256331207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/1952706217256331207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/birth-of-baby-genevieve.html' title='The Birth of Baby Genevieve'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-2780329285791526878</id><published>2008-02-23T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:24:04.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some PEACE pls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/R8A6A116-3I/AAAAAAAAABI/_5lFj5wnWxg/s1600-h/sad+ger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170196158348983154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/R8A6A116-3I/AAAAAAAAABI/_5lFj5wnWxg/s200/sad+ger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/R8A4LV16-1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/XGMwdDCrSBU/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170194139714354002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/R8A4LV16-1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/XGMwdDCrSBU/s200/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I going crazy soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/R8A5k116-2I/AAAAAAAAABA/siulabZB1_U/s1600-h/sad+ger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I seriously need some PEACE, and not PISS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After a day of work, all I hope is Peace, Quiet, &amp;amp; Relax! The noise &amp;amp; voice surrounding me is driving me crazy! I'm enduring it and keeping quiet, doesn't mean that ___ can test my patience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-2780329285791526878?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2780329285791526878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=2780329285791526878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/2780329285791526878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/2780329285791526878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-some-peace-pls.html' title='I need some PEACE pls!'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__pC2sqOIBdM/R8A6A116-3I/AAAAAAAAABI/_5lFj5wnWxg/s72-c/sad+ger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-4977689754544370058</id><published>2007-10-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:15:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 4 an Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's quite awhile since i last update my blog, due to my bf internet service got 'chopped' off, and I seldom went back to my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, something which i didn't expect it to happen, is happening on me! Some of u out there knw abt it, but some dunno yet. For those who dunno abt anything, forgive me for nt telling u all, as I've my own reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, it's something which I'm quite happy abt and looking forward to for the time to ripe but at the same time, it's also something which I'm vex about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for those who has been with me, chatting with me. Esp. Superman, Teacher-to-be, my Tu Di, Mei Nan Zi, Xin and e most important person in my life, my Anata. He's being enduring my attitude, temper and doing things for me even though he's so damn tired. My dear frens, forgive me if I get mood swing or attitude at u all. I'm trying to ctrl my moods but sometimes it's beyond my ctrl. Hope u all cn understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you guys! Muack! Cos u all really cn make me laugh till my jaw nearly drop but nt yet drop! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-4977689754544370058?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4977689754544370058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=4977689754544370058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/4977689754544370058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/4977689754544370058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-4-update.html' title='Back 4 an Update!'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-8669291649001631630</id><published>2007-09-29T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:21:57.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nt just shwing my temper for the sake of showing it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime I come back home there's bound to have some ppl who makes me angry. What the fuck?! Can't u all just let me have some peace doing my own things! Just because of wanting to mop the floor, u asked me to shift into the room, with the damn table and laptop. After that, u say u wanted to watch tv in the room, ask me to carry the table n laptop out again! U think it's funny shifting here and there, whereby I'm alrdy so tired to move! I'll get frustrated, it's normal! You think it's nt tiring is it?! What's wrong of me showing my frustration. Put yrself in others position and think n feel of how one's feel. When mopping the floor, u sitting there watching tv, did anyone ask u to shift here n there? Even if we did, u also won't move. Don't be selfish and just think of yrself. You think we've gt no emotion, won't get angry, frustrated... no matter how controllable a person is, when he/she is tired, they will sure get flare up! Always thinking that we are in the wrong showing attitude or temper to u, but when u show to us, did we ever say anything? We respect u so we just keep quiet... Pls respect n understand one's feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-8669291649001631630?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8669291649001631630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=8669291649001631630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/8669291649001631630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/8669291649001631630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-nt-just-shwing-my-temper-for-sake-of.html' title='I&apos;m nt just shwing my temper for the sake of showing it!'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-1510941822618148163</id><published>2007-09-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:07:59.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U'll always nv listen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll always nv listen to me when I'm talking. It's either I'm talking, at e same time u talking to someone else, or u just nv really bother to take in what I say. Whenever things happened, u ask me why until nw then I say or why I didn't tell you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you care about is yr car, and the ppl ard u. But have u really think of how I feel or understand my feelings... When I down, I always hope u'll always be the one who is beside me... but u always will be beside me whe&lt;a href="http://zangygraphics.com/love/apic94.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://zangygraphics.com/love/apic94.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n I'm alrdy ok!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, I finds that wanting to have a good talk with u, is so difficult, or rather having u listen and remember to what I say is always so difficult. You always claim that I nv tell u things, but did u ask yrself, have u really think of me in e first place... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime, I will just keep quiet cos I know we will always end up quarrelling... Something had been bothering me for these few days, I told u about it, but u doesn't seems to care n think that I'm joking. If really one day, something really happen, dun blame me for nt telling u. I've told u, but did u listen and think about it?! I still love you as ever... but sometimes it just piss me off when I felt that talking to u is like talking to the wall... When will u ever really listen to what I'm saying, spare a thought for hw I feel and understand my feeling. Do I always have to show or tell u everything how I feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-1510941822618148163?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1510941822618148163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=1510941822618148163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/1510941822618148163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/1510941822618148163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2007/09/ull-always-nv-listen.html' title='U&apos;ll always nv listen....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-694708951862808224</id><published>2007-09-22T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:07:05.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Damn BaD DaY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was on night shift with WZ aka Mei nan zi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZCxdm629YYSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday. We planned to meet at front lobby entrance and go up together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As I'm at my Clementi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZCxdm629YYSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img height="47" alt="House" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_1_121.gif" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; , so there's no need for me to go out so early... Clementi to Clemenueuce (is the spelling correct?) Ave is only 15 mins. At first, I wanted to tk bus to work, but I was carrying too many things, so no choice have to tk care. I on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;board this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; BLUE COMFORT TAXI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;at ard 2230... and I will be able to reach at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2245.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;In e end!!!!! I reached at 2305!!!! WHY??!!! Because of the darn driver!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZCxdm629YYSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img height="46" alt="Mean" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_29.gif" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's ok if he dunno hw to get there. I teached him, cos it's very simple only. AYE then CTE Tunnel, then exit at Clemenueuce Ave. There's only 2 exit in CTE Tunnel... Clemenueuce Ave &amp;amp; Merchant Rd.. In the end, he exit the wrong way. He tried to stop n exit at the right exit but he was driving so fast, it's impossible for him to get in time to go to to right exit. Nvm... from Merchant Rd, it's also able to get to my destination. I told him the way, he says he knows and in the end?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For goodness sake, I dun even knw where he drived to... Anyway, throughout the whole journey, I only knows that I've being going round round in circle... This is one incident... Another thing that happened was that when i reached office, then I realised, i actually left my small handbag inside the cab... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZCxdm629YYSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="Electric" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_11_23.gif" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quickly, I called COMFORT... I'm getting more 'n' more frustrated with COMFORT! They transferred me over to their LOST &amp;amp; FOUND DEPT, and i waited more than 15 mins but no one attend to me! Weizhong helped me to call, n also waited... I called the booking number again n told them to look for the cab i took for me as I've the cab car plate number...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it is, luckily I managed to get back my handbag. But I'm gonna write an email in to them regarding abt this incident. Cos there's more things happening when searching for the cab... but I dun wish to talk abt it... the more I think of it, the madder I get. I'm GONNA BAN COMFORT! They are sucks! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Also thanks to Weizhong, n Boon Chong, my two colleagues who helped me throughout the whole process.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZCxdm629YYSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img height="83" alt="Thank You" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_30_126.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-694708951862808224?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/694708951862808224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=694708951862808224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/694708951862808224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/694708951862808224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-damn-bad-day_22.html' title='What a Damn BaD DaY!'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-2167367166287731420</id><published>2007-09-21T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T02:59:02.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For IGNORANT PeoPLE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is for those ignorant ppl / customers who thinks that they are always sure of things that they dun know but they act as if they know them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FYI,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;100 PHONE DIRECTORY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A PHONE DIRECTORY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING DIRECTORY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If u all dun understand, more specific explanation is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Phone directory is just for u ppl/customers to look for a specific NUMBER that you wanted, with the COMPANY's NAME.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So pls stop asking for directions &amp;amp; addresses! Or, giving ask directions &amp;amp; addresses to look for the COMPANY's NUMBER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't assume that u all knows everything and everything that u all assume are right. And don't assume that we knows everything in and out of the company. Everything is  search through  system for the listing of company, if the company is named Seow Ah Kow, it doesn't means that they are registered under this name. They might have register under Seow Ah Mao. Who knows right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 Phone Directory assistant are human being, not god!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If the company exist but is not register, how on earth u expect the system to search for you. Just like u are being accused of  stealing but u nv did it and had nothing with u,  how on earth is the police gonna find anything on u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't just shout through the phone without thinking... FYI, shouting at phone directory assistant won't help to force the number out of the system. Don't just wanting to save a few cents and hurrying get the numbers, in the end u all r the one who tk down wrongly, but pushes the blames to others... Admit yr own mistake. Even though,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; customers are always right, there's always HUMAN BEING RIGHT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel free to complain if customer service consultant failed to serve or assist u all well, showing u all their worst attitudes.. But, remember their great help if/when they had helped u all greatly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-2167367166287731420?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2167367166287731420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=2167367166287731420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/2167367166287731420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/2167367166287731420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-ignorant-people.html' title='For IGNORANT PeoPLE!!!'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-5507419777909763876</id><published>2007-09-19T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:11:56.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Constipation Day::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another constipation day... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Managed to let out almost everything during work ytd, and tot it will be fine... But who knows... another constipation day for me! @#$%&amp;amp;^* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate having constipation cos it causes my brain not to function well and suffer from backache...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;took the laxative pills (SENOKOT) from the doctor, that smells like s****... but no use at all!!! Makes my constipation more worse! I was hoping that I have e 'pump' right now.. and everything will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally until... after my dinner, at ard 9plus, then i finally to get 'them' out. But not all... I feel like fainting getting them out... When i got back to my work area, I told Man that, this is more tough than giving birth though I nv give birth b4. It's because a baby so big in size took only less than a day to come out, but my s**** so small, took 2 days to come out. Man just laugh only.... (she's always laughing at me).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enjoy the pictures posted to me by Suria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/RvEvcmDpytI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RB2khbrK7o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111919220340935378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/RvEvcmDpytI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RB2khbrK7o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/RvEvcmDpytI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RB2khbrK7o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/RvEw0GDpyvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a9tIEitpEac/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111920723579489010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/RvEw0GDpyvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a9tIEitpEac/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pC2sqOIBdM/RvEvcmDpytI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RB2khbrK7o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-5507419777909763876?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5507419777909763876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=5507419777909763876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/5507419777909763876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/5507419777909763876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2007/09/constipation-day.html' title='.:Constipation Day::.'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__pC2sqOIBdM/RvEvcmDpytI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RB2khbrK7o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598048553179802033.post-3646159916123579140</id><published>2007-09-17T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:21:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::my Days in OADQ::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OADQ&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;starhub&lt;/span&gt;) on the 23rd of July, one week after my birthday! Didn't expect to have joined this company, this dept that fast, as I can't bear to part with my darlings in the child care, esp. Reyes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;, and etc...&lt;br /&gt;What I hated most in every job is during the first day of work.. You will look like an idiot or woodblock... cos you dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; what you have to do! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;! First day of work, and I was late! But... there's someone else who is later than me! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; nice to mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl's&lt;/span&gt; name,ya!)&lt;br /&gt;On my first day, I was attached to one of the senior, Auntie Pauline, doing double banking with her. She's a nice person, together with a few whom double banked me.&lt;br /&gt;Forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; the first few days... Well, being working here for 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; ++. At first, quite boring.. cos I'm always sitting in front alone or somewhere else alone. But... gradually and eventually, I got to know these bunch of colleagues... They are without less, the most rubbish, disgusting, funny and full of craps. Esp. with MAN, we can laugh from the back to front.&lt;br /&gt;Eating sushi till we get phobia, ordering pizza till I ate till LS! So what's next? Sushi.. Pizza... pasta mania?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Great to know you guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598048553179802033-3646159916123579140?l=jess-yoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3646159916123579140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598048553179802033&amp;postID=3646159916123579140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/3646159916123579140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598048553179802033/posts/default/3646159916123579140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-yoko.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-blog.html' title='.::my Days in OADQ::.'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926272713749483928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
