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The affair is supposed to be held on a ship. The ship I rented was very far away and we had to take a transport there. The lorry that was supposed to drive us there drove off without me &amp;amp; I had to run behind. &lt;em&gt;(imagine me in white gown running after lorry. Damn!)&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, someone on the lorry managed to ask the driver to stop n I eventually got on the lorry. &lt;em&gt;(don't ask me y it's lorry. I don't know)&lt;/em&gt; I don't know who's the groom though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decipher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a wedding in your dream, symbolizes a new beginning or transition in your current life. Dreams involving weddings are generally &lt;u&gt;negative and highlight some anxiety or fear&lt;/u&gt;. It often refers to &lt;u&gt;feelings of bitterness, sorrow, or death&lt;/u&gt;. Alternatively, wedding dreams reflect your issues about commitment and independence.&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are planning your own wedding to someone you never met, is a metaphor symbolizing the union of your masculine and feminine side. It represents a transitional phase where you are seeking some sort of balance between your aggressive side and emotional side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding Clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see wedding clothes in your dream, signifies &lt;u&gt;new friends and pleasurable undertakings&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are trying to run but cannot make your feet move as fast as you want them to, signifies lack of self-esteem and self-confidence. It may also reflect your actual state of REM paralysis while in the dream state.&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are running alone, signifies that you will advance to a higher position and surpass your friends in the race for wealth. Alternatively, you may be running from some situation or from temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I went to this exercise place to swim n wait for Ru. Then &lt;strong&gt;ANDY LAU&lt;/strong&gt; was there. But no fans around him. I was tired after a few laps n decided to rest. Then suddenly Andy said,: "秀燕, 你要不要陪我去海边走走?" &lt;em&gt;(No need to guess also know my answer rite? hahaha....)&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, the dream got cut off abruptly in the middle, i.e. the part @ the beach. &amp;#@%^%#@ I went back to the pool n Ru arrived and we went to the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decipher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swimming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are swimming, suggests that you are exploring aspects of your unconscious mind and emotions. The dream may be a sign that you are seeking some sort of emotional support. It is a common dream image for people going through therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idols&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are worshipping an idol, signifies little progress in attaining your goals. You are worshipping false values and ideas. &lt;em&gt;(I'm not worshipping him. He called me by my name so he knows me!!! hahaha.. so this one is not applicable)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who are interested to know my results. I failed... terribly. 36 points! WTH! I was doing so good in the circuit but got stress on the road. Then got this stupid van come n ka-chiao me. Sianz.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: KTV on weekend is not that expensive afterall! applicable only to Partyworld&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-113377692628722907?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113377692628722907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113377692628722907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-dreaming-quite-lot-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-113341120780373131</id><published>2005-12-01T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:26:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day! The day I've been waiting for to officially go on the road without the stupid Mr Ang. Pls pray hard that it don't rain... Wish me good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-113341120780373131?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113341120780373131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113341120780373131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/12/tomorrow-is-day-day-ive-been-waiting_01.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-113273278700636540</id><published>2005-11-23T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:31:31.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So busy the past week. My colleague just came back from Penang. Nearly died doing all the Chinese papers updates. &lt;em&gt;*pengs*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my account this morning, can't believe my own eyes when I saw I had less than $500 after paying bills n such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my money has went into buying pressies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/novbbs.jpg" alt="November babies"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attending chalet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/22Chalet.jpg" alt="CSC Chalet"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/tartsgals.jpg" alt="the tarts girls"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a part time job. Lobangs, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling : &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/gloomy.jpg"&gt; gloomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-113273278700636540?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113273278700636540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113273278700636540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-busy-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-113212102076135674</id><published>2005-11-16T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:03:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super tired! Aerobics yesterday left me with aches all over. So blardy tempted to take MC and rest @ home. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chalet @ CSC Changi during the weekends. It's been such a long time the 2/2 gang spent time together like that. It was a very small chalet with a small group of ppl. But we all enjoyed it cos it's very cosy. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like dom said, this is the first bbq where EVERYONE participated. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated chix bday on Monday. Went for brunch @ Marriott. The food there was quite good &amp; the service was good too. =D &lt;br /&gt;Then soon it'll be Tracy's bday le. So fast! Ahhh... I'm gonna b 24! &lt;em&gt;*faint*&lt;/em&gt; It's a whole week of catching up with old friends last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week will be the catching up of my driving. I went out for a spin with sis to Bt Merah Mobil cos she wanted to use the axs station to pay bills. I was not used to driving her car n i couldn't change gear in the middle of the road! hahaha... scare the shit outta her. Anyway, we managed to reach home safe n sound &amp; i parked the car! woah!!! Now, I'm juz praying hard that boss is ok with my leave on 2nd Dec for my TP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-113212102076135674?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113212102076135674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113212102076135674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-super-tired-aerobics-yesterday-left.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-113092363775846688</id><published>2005-11-02T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:27:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好烦阿! 什么事都不是很顺心。。。教车教练又把课取消了!　王八蛋，混蛋，臭鸡蛋！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天又是个公定价日前夕。。。是不是当人老了就越来越少娱乐？可是Sean都２８岁了还是很happening吗！Sean和朋友打麻将，Candice和淑慧正在庆祝Teris的单身派对，晓茹要和男朋友出去。。。只剩我，Joe和Keat，要去Joe爸爸的店换轮胎．好无聊。想要Joe陪我去KTV可是他一定借口多多。唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那个台湾的包包Supplier还没有把包包寄出去。他已经骗了我很多次了。。。上个星期还说今天会寄可是今天问了他却说还在排船期。可是我已经等的不耐烦了！索性叫他把货用空运的好了。＃＊＃＄＆︿％＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近很喜欢这首歌。歌曲的旋律很美。有空的时候听一听吧。^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;歌曲：&lt;a href="http://www.xsyz.cn/shiner/uploadfile/2005-9/200591817221999240.mp3"&gt;眼泪成诗&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;歌手：孙燕姿 专辑：完美的一天  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经　已经把我伤口化作玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;我的泪水　已经变成雨水早已轮回&lt;br /&gt;我已经　已经把对白留成了永远&lt;br /&gt;忘了天色　究竟是黑是灰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手伤了谁　谁把他变美&lt;br /&gt;我的眼泪写成了诗已无所谓&lt;br /&gt;让你再回味　字不醉人人自醉&lt;br /&gt;因为回忆总是美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经　已经把绝情变成了恭维&lt;br /&gt;因为不配　你就忽然自卑说声失陪&lt;br /&gt;我已经　已经把沉默变成了忏悔&lt;br /&gt;无路可退　只能无言以对　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手伤了谁　谁把他变美&lt;br /&gt;我的眼泪写成了诗已无所谓&lt;br /&gt;让你在回味　字不醉人人自醉&lt;br /&gt;因为回忆总是美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手伤了谁　谁把他变美&lt;br /&gt;我的眼泪写成了诗已是无所谓&lt;br /&gt;让你再回味　字不醉人人自醉&lt;br /&gt;你的品位总是美 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-113092363775846688?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113092363775846688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113092363775846688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/seanhappeningseancandiceterisjoekeatjo.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-113015126723948092</id><published>2005-10-24T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:17:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended my cousin's ROM on Saturday. The ceremony is already over by the time I reached cos I had to help mum @ her stall. Anyway, I wasn't very keen to witness it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told by sis that she was also a late for the ceremony&lt;em&gt;(but she went earlier than me)&lt;/em&gt;. My aunt actually say things like "wah, ceremony finish already then you come. bla bla bla..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's blardy bullshit lor! My sis gotta help out my mum in the morning and then rushed home to wash up before driving down to Changi. It's so understandable that she will be late lor. Then they had to say such things, and then they expect us to respect them cos they're our elders! &lt;em&gt;*puke blood*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my bro's ROM, they were late for the ceremony too! And &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;the guests&lt;em&gt;(around 30-40 of them)&lt;/em&gt; had to wait for them lor! I bet they don't even know they made my brother darn pissed juz before he read his vows! And they had the cheek to say such things to my sis. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after attending another of these ROM @ chalets, I learnt a few things for my future ROM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will only make sure I have enuff crowd then do my ROM @ chalet. &lt;br /&gt;2. Changi is super inaccessible for friends n family. + there's so little parking!&lt;br /&gt;3. Never ever get a 15-yrs-ago make-up artist to do make up for me. I rather spend the money.&lt;br /&gt;4. I MUST die die slim down before my ROM/wedding. (flimsy white don't look good on fleshy ppl)&lt;br /&gt;5. I will rent a car, drive ah-ma down to the venue first thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff of complaints, here are the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/SW-ROM.jpg" width=458 height=363.5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/ROM.jpg" width=475.75 height=334.75&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-113015126723948092?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113015126723948092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113015126723948092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/attended-my-cousins-rom-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-113011579766933629</id><published>2005-10-24T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:03:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$5,645.40&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-113011579766933629?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113011579766933629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/113011579766933629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-blog-is-worth-5645.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112968712637742766</id><published>2005-10-19T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:58:46.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goals for the month : &lt;br /&gt;1. Settle the bag spree chop-chop&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn driving at least 2 times a week&lt;br /&gt;3. Go bank and open another SAYE account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天aerobics instructor说11月8号没有课。太好了！我真的很后悔。。。aerobics真的很难，很累。比还要累咯！可是钱已经还了，课已经上一半了，不可能半途而废的吗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作还是有点烦恼。有点想直接就辞职。是想到每天／月的花费，就还是决定忍辱偷生。哈哈哈。。。　&lt;br /&gt;吸气，呼气。。。。空气多么的清新。。世界多么的美丽。。。　（但愿如此）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112968712637742766?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112968712637742766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112968712637742766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/goals-for-month-1.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112926683493978853</id><published>2005-10-14T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:13:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so angry. I have to stay in for lunch yet everyone went out for lunch cos my beloved colleague just told me I had to cover for the reception duties last min! &lt;em&gt;*fuming*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea is, if she were to told me earlier, I could have went out to ta pao lunch back. Then when I finish lunch @ 1pm then she can go for lunch. But she had to go @ the weirdest time, 12.30pm. Then I like hanging halfway. Don't know whether to go out or not! &lt;em&gt;*fuming like mad right now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea is, I've done the recept duties for the week already! It's so blardy unfair! I mean I don't mind helping lor, but then can make arrangement earlier ma. Like so last minute I oso cannot say don't want or cannot. Haiz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get 2 students their Centennial Mug. One of them look sooo cute! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112926683493978853?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112926683493978853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112926683493978853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112779989449102454</id><published>2005-09-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T13:44:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just did my appraisal this morning. &lt;br /&gt;Super stress...&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have done pretty well this time. Will I get a full month performance bonus next year? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/hopeful.jpg"&gt; hopeful&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112779989449102454?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112779989449102454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112779989449102454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-did-my-appraisal-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112744247584794618</id><published>2005-09-23T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:27:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Brothers Grimm was sooooooooo good.. I felt like I finished reading a story book. Muz catch ok! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/busy.jpg"&gt; busy&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112744247584794618?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112744247584794618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112744247584794618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/brothers-grimm-was-sooooooooo-good.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112730491623563835</id><published>2005-09-21T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:15:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;60 Signs You're A True Blue Singaporean &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken off sg_ljers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanks to SMS, you have an extra large thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tks 2 SMS, u oso dun no how 2 spel n e mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;You pat MRT and bus seats to cool them before you sit down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;At lunch, you start discussing what to eat for dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your wedding photos include shots of you dressed up like Louis XIV, Michael Jackson, or Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet in Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;When speaking to foreigners, you somehow feel a need to adopt an accent. &lt;/em&gt;(If you're a DJ, this happens even when you're not speaking to foreigners.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You won't raise your voice to protest policies, but you'll raise your fists to whack someone over Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;You're forever talking about businesses you want to set up but will probably never get around to starting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You don't know 3/4 of the people attending your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;You separate food into 2 basic groups: 'heaty' and 'cooling'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You're never completely sure how many times you've sung the second verse of the National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You think that what makes you 'married' is not the legal registration but whether you've thrown a 12 course dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You marry for the real estate breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You have kids for the tax advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You move to where you want your child to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You feel you can't walk around naked in your own flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You force your children to take Speech &amp; Drama classes, but pray they won't wind up in Arts later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You suddenly realize you're very interested in biotech - just like you suddenly realized three years ago that you were very interested in e-commerce, and before that, engineering, and before that, medicine and law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You think being an entrepreneur is setting up a bubble tea/Portuguese egg tart/gao luck/porridge shop right next to an existing bubble tea/Portuguese egg tart/gao luck/porridge shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;You think people are inconsiderate when they don't leave their table immediately after eating at the food court but think you have every right to take 25 bites to finish the last red bean in your ice kachang.&lt;/em&gt; *guilty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You find it impossible to make suggestions without drawing a fishbone chart first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;em&gt;If you're a guy, whenever you get together with your guy friends, you invariably trade army stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you're a girl, whenever you get together with your girl friends, you invariably trade stories about how your stupid guy friends are forever trading army stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You think the most important sporting event in Singapore this year was David Beckham switching from Manchester United to Real Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You somehow feel that food tastes better when eaten by a longkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. It actually makes a difference to you being called an 'NSMan' rather than a 'Reservist'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You've eaten more times at the Esplanade than you've actually seen shows there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You need campaigns to tell you how to be courteous, to flush toilets, have sex, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When you visit the Zoo, you wonder what the animals taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You feel the urge to add the suffix '-polis' to everything, viz. Biopolis, Airtropolis, Fusionopolis, Entrepolis, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;em&gt;You always feel oddly hungry at 11 pm, and are willing to drive to far away places for supper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You meet in hotels a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Your children have a rudimentary knowledge of Tagalog or Bahasa Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You work at McDonald's when you're old rather than young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;em&gt;You'll gladly spend $50,000 on a car, but will go to great lengths to save a few bucks on ERP charges or even a few cents on a parking coupon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;em&gt;Pork floss and mayonnaise on bread is a completely natural combination to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;em&gt;If you're pregnant, you have the strange ability to make people on the MRT fall asleep instantly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You ask for the bill by miming a signing movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You've started referring to foreign employees as 'talent' instead of 'expatriates'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;At the dinner table, you're always discussing which other food places serve better versions of what you're eating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;em&gt;You copy down licence plate numbers of cars involved in accidents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. You think your boyfriend doesn't really love you unless he gives you part of his liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. During sales, you book hotel rooms near malls to enable you to shop more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You pronounce the letter 'R' as 'ah-rer' and the letter 'H' as 'haytch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;em&gt;No matter how old you are, you keep associating people with their secondary schools. (alternative: No matter how old you are, you secretly need to know what other people got for their PSLE, O levels and A levels.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You're always on a quest for the definitive version of your favourite local dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. When you explain things to people, you keep (a) using alphabets, and (b) speaking in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You believe that you can generate 'creativity' through rules and committees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You 'chope' a seat by placing a packet of tissues on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You're very forthright with your criticisms of the Gahmen, unless there's a chance they might actually hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You diligently track the whereabouts of your favourite hawkers, i.e..you know that the famous Tiong Bahru Bao is now in Jurong, the famous Outram Char Kuay Teow is now in Hong Lim Centre and the famous Lau Hock Kien Hokkien mee from the old Lau Pa Sat is now at Beach Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Your mother probably can't speak your 'mother tongue'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. You'd rather drink your own pee than pay someone more for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. You secretly find that the best part of the Speak Good English Movement is hearing the Singlish bits in their ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You have an automatic sensor in your head which categorizes people you meet into stayer/ quitter, cosmopolitan/heartlander, normal/ express/ gifted, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. You think we're living in a modern, sophisticated country even when our leaders still insist on wearing their school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You wish your constituency is in a walkover, because otherwise it's damn 'leceh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;em&gt;During elections, you decide that there is no credible opposition even though you don't know the name of the opposition candidate in your constituency.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You think having a constitution is like the condition you get when you don't eat enough fibre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. You can never quite remember what "the core values" of Singaporeans are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112730491623563835?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112730491623563835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112730491623563835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/60-signs-youre-true-blue-singaporean.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112666258175475796</id><published>2005-09-14T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:49:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The day when everything went wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a composition title right? It's the perfect summary for my morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up late&lt;br /&gt;2. Bus broke down on the way to work&lt;br /&gt;3. Late for work (kinda happening everyday)&lt;br /&gt;4. Slipped n fell&lt;br /&gt;5. Scald my right arm with hot water&lt;br /&gt;6. Spill my cream of mushroom on the counter table (lucky no one noticed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should take the day off from work. So disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/uncomfortable.jpg"&gt; uncomfy&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112666258175475796?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112666258175475796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112666258175475796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-when-everything-went-wrong-sounds.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112650844045795155</id><published>2005-09-12T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:03:13.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kiat &amp; Fengyi are finally officially married on Saturday. Mum sobbed when the JP said, "我正式宣布你们成为夫妇" &lt;em&gt;(or something along that line)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/AF2.jpg" width=373.5 height=478.25 alt="Fengyi &amp; Kiat"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessiesim.multiply.com/photos/album/6"&gt;Pics&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://jessiesim.multiply.com/video"&gt;Videos&lt;/a&gt; are all uploaded &lt;a href="http://jessiesim.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112650844045795155?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112650844045795155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112650844045795155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/kiat-fengyi-are-finally-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112637275928969589</id><published>2005-09-11T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:19:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A real tiring day... have been rushing to &amp; from Changi. Bro's ROM was fun fun fun... will update the pics soon. Time to get some slp... gotta help mum tml.. sob sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112637275928969589?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112637275928969589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112637275928969589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112599194515218148</id><published>2005-09-06T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:32:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with the 2e2 gals last Friday. Brought our bfs along so that they can entertain themselves while we fill each other with the latest happenings in our lives. It sure felt like yesterday when we recalled our secondary school days. Some things juz stayed unchanged. E.g. Joyce's super LOUD laughter. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/gals.jpg" alt="2e2 gals" width=475.5 height=412&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/TCC.jpg" alt="@ TCC" width=527.5 height=335.75&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/nostalgic.jpg" alt="nostalgic"&gt; nostalgic&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112599194515218148?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112599194515218148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112599194515218148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/met-up-with-2e2-gals-last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112598214664577113</id><published>2005-09-06T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:49:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so blardy pissed with my job &amp;amp; my colleague i wish i could juz quit n leave office right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112598214664577113?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112598214664577113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112598214664577113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-blardy-pissed-with-my-job-my.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112549994050685397</id><published>2005-08-31T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:52:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz backie from movies. Went with sis to the VS sales @ Timberlux building first. Bought 4 tongs &amp; a super comfy &amp; pretty nightie. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked mum &amp; dad from home, rushed down to catch 7.30 show @ Tiong. Bought burgers cos all of us haven't had dinner... The show started @ around 7.45 &amp; ended @ 9.15.. a bit short rite? Anyway, it's good cos if i stayed inside there any longer, i might get heart attack. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of The Maid is actually about this family who's in the Teochew Opera business, hired a maid, Rosa, from Philippines. The day she reached the family was the first day of the Hungry Ghost Festival. So, the mdm(Hong Huifang) warned her some not-to-dos during the month. But one day, when she went outta house, she stepped on the burnings juz outside. &amp; strange things started to happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending told the story of why &amp; how the previous maid died. It's quite bo liaoz @ the end... hahaha.. Anyway, if u wanna know full story, go watch in cinema or wait for pirated vcd/dvd lah.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i felt dat the story a bit stupid. I was basically laughing for the first 10mins lor!&lt;br /&gt;1. the maid speaks better english then the sir(Chen Shu Cheng) and mdm&lt;br /&gt;2. the maid wakes up later than the employers &amp; sleeps earlier than them&lt;br /&gt;3. breakfast is ready when the maid wakes up&lt;br /&gt;4. the family actually don't look so rich to b able to have a maid &amp; they totally have NO PURPOSE to have one!&lt;br /&gt;5. the mdm told the maid that she had done something wrong that offended that Ghosts. Then tell her not to worry cos the ghost month onli 30 days, after that she'll b fine. But idea is... she started seeing ghosts on the 3rd day(i tink) of 7th month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if u don't mind spending 7 bucks to get scared... can consider to watch it. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112549994050685397?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112549994050685397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112549994050685397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/juz-backie-from-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112548304425931804</id><published>2005-08-31T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:10:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm backie @ home @ 5.45pm today! Hohoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a course today, Who Moved My Cheese. And I got a box of soon-to-expire cheesedale cheese cubes for writing the best 'handwriting on the wall' hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch The Maid with my parents &amp; sis later... Still waiting for all of them to come home.. So tired... feel like sleeping leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's here to pick mi up to the VS private sales.. gotta run... bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112548304425931804?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112548304425931804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112548304425931804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-backie-home-5.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112516327241873587</id><published>2005-08-28T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:46:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been a really good gal recently. Staying home on Fri &amp; Sat nites.. Dad &amp;amp; Mum muz b thinking "jit kor siao liao ah?" haha... I'm beginning to enjoy then nua-ing weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i suddenly had this thought while cleaning up the house this afternoon. Normal youths will like work/study on weekdays n enjoy themselves on weekends. I rather i work AND enjoy on weekdays, make myself so tired, i can slack my whole weekend @ home! hahahaha.... I think I'm seriously going CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning with San to mit next week cos Shiyan's back from aussie(for good). I totally hate it when ppl call mi &amp; suggest a mit up, then ask mi to organise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : hey, let's mit up next week. We haven't met for so long&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok.. sure!&lt;br /&gt;S : okie. U can call the rest n set a date n call me back?&lt;br /&gt;ME: (to myself) HUH???? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like so DUH... So whenever they asks me to call up the rest of the gang, no one will ever get any calls from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I make plans to meet old friends, I always ask them to choose a date &amp;amp; I will always try to block out that day for them. But my dear friend thinks otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : eh, we mit this friday ok? 7.30 @ city hall.&lt;br /&gt;S : huh... only can friday ah? my poly mates always meet on fridays one...&lt;br /&gt;P : (to herself) WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up on her... &lt;em&gt;"no eyes see"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSIE&lt;br /&gt;Wealthy one, he beholds : Hebrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an inspiring leader whose originality, creativity and wisdom are applied to creating practical solutions to "unsolvable" problems. Humanitarian and idealistic your vision is to make the world a better place and you will work to this end. Hardworking and tenacious people admire you for your honesty and integrity. You are a loved and loyal friend and partner. Your have the potential to achieve enormous success in the world. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF2BF" align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoire Boulet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/relaxed.jpg" /&gt; relaxed&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112516327241873587?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112516327241873587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112516327241873587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-been-really-good-gal-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112385667330906297</id><published>2005-08-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:24:33.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH!!! I've got the polaroid cam already! woohoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112385667330906297?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112385667330906297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112385667330906297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/yeah-ive-got-polaroid-cam-already.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112384174661657518</id><published>2005-08-12T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:15:46.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work this week is pretty stressful. Had a talk with boss for like 20 mins on my duties &amp; other stuff regarding the presentation on Monday. She also kinda realised i'm quite lobo @ work&lt;em&gt;(although she don't say it)&lt;/em&gt;. wahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion of the talk...&lt;br /&gt;- I'm 'assigned' to help out 2 officers permanently&lt;br /&gt;- She agreed to let me help out more on media briefings &amp; conferences&lt;br /&gt;- More work cos I'm like more or less in charge of the press coverage report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually L is quite a nice boss when her mood is good. Compared to BB &amp; AB, who are almost like devils. I think they're out to chase their secretaries away. Anyway, heard news dat LL &amp; J are gonna apply for a transfer soon. I'll have 2 friends less in the office... sob sob sob.. Y so much office politics? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a job change too... should I? But thinking of interviews and getting into a new evironment turns me off completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/sgselltrade/1606569.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Still waiting for reply from the seller. Argh... i hate waiting... (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/stressed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; stressed&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112384174661657518?l=apricotbrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112384174661657518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112384174661657518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-this-week-is-pretty-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06630285720154842817'/></author></entry></feed>