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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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112374901147738910</id><published>2005-08-11T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:32:37.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a super long &amp; boring week. I'm still sitting in for the secretary until tml. We're supposed to have a MR presentation to the Director &amp; Dep. Director today. But cos 2 person are on leave, boss decided to push it back to next week. Very good… cos I tink it's real weird without the whole team. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm blogging as if I'm writing an email. Haha… can imagine how bored I am… arrghh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dearie's house last nite, completed Onimusha3 for the 2nd time. &lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;/strong&gt;blardy boring rite? I got no other games to play.. Who wanna share his/her games with mi? I like puzzle games or any RPG. Or anyone got digimon4, can burn one copy for me? Hahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is a month of spending. Got dearie, hui, candice, kiat &amp; dad's bday… then 18th is me &amp; dearie's 4 yrs anniversary! So many occassions! Stressed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the buffet @ Ellenborough Market Café @ Merchant Court on Sat to celebrate dearie's bday. Dearie wasn't really very impressed by the food there. Kept saying the variety is very little, bla bla bla. We ate like 1 whole big plate of salmon sashimi lor! The mee siam is very nice. The desserts are all so tempting. Overall, I feel quite happy with the food there. We missed the fireworks again cos we were eating while the fireworks were blasting away. Had to go home early cos he wanted to do his homework… (the first time we missed it, we were shopping in popular @ jurong east)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/dearbday.jpg" width=398.4 height=255&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Hui's bday on Monday @ the Yatch Club. Poor Alvin cooked up a feast which got &lt;strong&gt;A LOT &lt;/strong&gt;of comments from those who din do anything(like me). Haha... Spent a rather fun &amp; relax nite playing silly games &amp; drinking. After some drinks, the guys decided to go for soccer while the gals stay in for mahjong. Lost $2 on the mahjong table.. (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tempted to go KL for the mega sales. But cos I juz went to HK + dearie is SUPER busy with his school work. We can't go away until after Oct. So sianz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/bored.jpg"&gt; bored&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112374901147738910?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/112374901147738910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112374901147738910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-super-long-boring-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112259841220182733</id><published>2005-07-29T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:53:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally uploaded the HK pics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/jessiesim"&gt;&lt;img height="362" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/hkpic.jpg" width="436"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View more &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/jessiesim"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112259841220182733?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/112259841220182733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112259841220182733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-finally-uploaded-hk-pics-view-more.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112244607802811939</id><published>2005-07-27T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:16:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so lazy to write anything nowadays. So no mood to work after the HK trip. Haha.... I forgot to bring my camera cable again. So can't upload my pics yet. Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, juz before pilates class, I spoke to margaret. She said she wanted to transfer to NUS overseas colleague in Shanghai. I'm kinda tempted to join her too... Working overseas for 2 years. hmmm... sounds interesting. She'll gimme a confirmation end of aug or sept. So i'll juz wait n see.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna continue to finish my lunch n continue workin... (-_-")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112244607802811939?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/112244607802811939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112244607802811939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-lazy-to-write-anything-nowadays.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112164959184705747</id><published>2005-07-18T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:19:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I've got a pay raise!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/shocked.jpg" /&gt; super shocked&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112164959184705747?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/112164959184705747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112164959184705747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-ive-got-pay-raise-mood-super.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112132601158290796</id><published>2005-07-14T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:32:03.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for San &amp;amp; Chick's commencement yesterday &amp;amp; today respectively. The whole place was filled with anxious parents &amp;amp; excited graduands. I wished I had e chance to let my mum get anxious too. Probably I should really consider studying again? &lt;EM&gt;*hehe*&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/Graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my 2 darling friends. ^___^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;outta point : I can't wait for 20 July to come....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;STRONG&gt;mood | &lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/awake.jpg&gt; awake&lt;/STRONG&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112132601158290796?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/112132601158290796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112132601158290796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-for-san-excited-graduands.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112122510773724576</id><published>2005-07-13T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:25:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first time &lt;em&gt;(after dunno how long)&lt;/em&gt; dearie is waking earlier than me to go &lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;! We sms-ed each other on e way to school/work. So fun.. hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught cold yesterday.... sianz. Now my throat feels darn uncomfy. Muz be the stupid 198... on the aircon so blardy powerful. Later go see doc &amp; get strong strong medicine. I &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; get well by this week. If not i can't enjoy my HK trip next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/sick.jpg"&gt; sick&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112122510773724576?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/112122510773724576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112122510773724576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-is-first-time-after-dunno-how.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112053917611042279</id><published>2005-07-05T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:52:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/LPlate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/LPlate.jpg" width=238.5 height=339&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear them shouting behind me! &lt;strong&gt;-_-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112053917611042279?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/112053917611042279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112053917611042279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hear-them-shouting-behind-me.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112044032113971592</id><published>2005-07-04T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:25:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in for the secretary &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. She's on MC today. Pray hard boss go meeting soon. I'm still waiting for the newspaper guy to deliver the weekends &amp; today's papers. So many things happeneing during weekend. I'll be darn busy today. Forgot my hp, so sianz. Gonna go home straight after work for a GOOD rest tonite... (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/gloomy.jpg"&gt; gloomy&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112044032113971592?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/112044032113971592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112044032113971592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sitting-in-for-secretary-again.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-112012453086637917</id><published>2005-06-30T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:42:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRUMROLL...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet my new love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;TADA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="252" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/camera.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-112012453086637917?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/112012453086637917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/112012453086637917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/drumroll.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111960439360998953</id><published>2005-06-24T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T17:13:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed with my colleagues. They're out to ruin my friday! I shall not let them do dat! I will go out n have a good weekend! Wei jio me &amp; J to dbl O tml. Hopefully won't get aeroplane again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/pissedoff.jpg"&gt; super pissed!&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111960439360998953?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/111960439360998953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111960439360998953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-so-pissed-with-my-colleagues.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111897324174655491</id><published>2005-06-17T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:54:01.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friends prolong life, says study&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Elderly people who have a network of good friends rather than close family ties have a better chance of living longer, according to a study involving about 1,500 elderly Australians. &lt;br /&gt;Those with the strongest group of friends were found to have lived longer than those with the fewest friends. A network of good friends is equivalent to a 22 per cent reduction in the risk of dying compared to those who had close ties with their children or relatives. AFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't u glad u have me as friend? haha... I can help prolong ur life. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111897324174655491?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/111897324174655491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111897324174655491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends-prolong-life-says-study-paris.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111897076189956750</id><published>2005-06-17T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:33:43.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I nearly killed a bus driver today! &lt;em&gt;grrr&lt;/em&gt;.... He made me paid for an extra ride due to his inefficiency! He also cause me to miss my bus, hence late for work! 我要投诉！！！ &lt;em&gt;*fuming*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my office, I saw someone from other departments taking the newspapers that we ordered. They obviously ignored the note which wrote &lt;strong&gt;"Level #02, 4 copies, OG Dept"&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I like very 小题大作, but OUR office paid for the papers, so WE shouldn't let anyone take it without asking right? So I suggested to my colleague to write an email to the offices in the same block to ask them not to remove the papers. I don't know if they don't want OR don't dare to do it. So she juz ignored my suggestion &amp; decided to ask the vendor to leave the papers with the security guard at the opposite building. So lame rite? &lt;em&gt;Sua&lt;/em&gt;... if ppl dun care, then i oso dun care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/angry.jpg"&gt; angry&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111897076189956750?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/111897076189956750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111897076189956750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-nearly-killed-bus-driver-today-grrr.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111874038237014652</id><published>2005-06-14T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:18:13.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like my new office. I'll have to walk this long was thru' the field to my office &amp; walk up the long long stairway. My workstation is SO open, i had to kip turning back to check that no one's behind me while I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finish unpacking my stuffs. I'm tired. I don't wanna type no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/offbldg.gif" alt="My office building. My office is @ Tan Chin Tuan wing" width=410.4 height=250.4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/linkway.gif" alt="The linkway between the 2 wings. My office is @ this level as well." width=403.2 height=302.4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/view.jpg" alt="View from office"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/workstation.gif" alt="My messy workstation" width=391.2 height=295.2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111874038237014652?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/111874038237014652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111874038237014652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-like-my-new-office.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111804867560962392</id><published>2005-06-06T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:04:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a headache using the stupid SAP system. If i ever faint on my job, it's cos of the SAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a rather un-fruitful weekend last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be 4e6's class gathering, ended up with only hui, tracy &amp; me. So we continued our plan to eat @ Marina South cos hui was craving for steamboat but we din wanna splurge on 天天 or Joaquim. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Hui's house for mahjong session &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. (we played @ candice's house on friday nite) Alv, who was supposed to b studying for his exams, joined us n eventually din study at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake by 10am cos I had driving lesson @ 11. It was really stressful handling car for the first time. I've always enjoyed sitting in @ the passenger seat. Getting my license is my 1999 or 2000 resolution. Finally I'm putting it into action after like 5 yrs. Haha.. Wat a procrastinator!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent sleeping at home cos i was too tired after 2 consecutive mahjong nites. &lt;em&gt;*yawnz*&lt;/em&gt; &amp; the results: dark eye rings &amp; $1.60 winnings. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting my primary pals for dinner tonite. Going for pilates on Tuesday. Meeting Chix &lt;em&gt;(maybe)&lt;/em&gt; on Thursday. 4/6's postphoned gathering on Saturday. I'm getting busy this week! &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/6612489-111804867560962392?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/111804867560962392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111804867560962392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-having-headache-using-stupid-sap.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111779247273303980</id><published>2005-06-03T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:54:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! No TOP = no moving on monday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to do the BOS report WITHOUT any help! Cos in fact no one knows how to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(TOP=temporary occupation dunno-wat&lt;br /&gt;BOS=board of survey)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday again! I'm looking forward to Sat's gathering with the 4/6 gals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/cgs.jpg" alt="CGS gathering 2004" width=365.4 height=290.5&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/relieved.jpg"&gt; relieved&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111779247273303980?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/111779247273303980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111779247273303980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah-no-top-no-moving-on-monday-i.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111777052088362884</id><published>2005-06-03T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:48:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sweeetxkisses/1056774179_ctures6100.jpg" border="0" alt="6100"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nokia 6100 is the phone for you. You always do what&lt;br&gt;you are told. You never make mistakes - or&lt;br&gt;atleast you try not to. You get upset easily&lt;br&gt;when what you have plan need to be changed,&lt;br&gt;especially at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sweeetxkisses/quizzes/Which%20Nokia%20Cellphone%20is%20Most%20Suitable%20for%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Nokia Cellphone is Most Suitable for You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111777052088362884?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/111777052088362884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111777052088362884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/06/nokia-6100-is-phone-for-you.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111750607308954701</id><published>2005-05-31T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:21:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I &lt;em&gt;ALMOST&lt;/em&gt; registered @ BBDC last nite. I decided to learn as a private student after learning that I will have to pay $80 enrolment fees &amp; attend 4 theory lessons(which i already passed) @ $16+/lesson. Wat a waste of time &amp; money. &lt;em&gt;duh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've already called up cookie's instructor &amp; I'm starting my lesson this Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/excited.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; excited &lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111750607308954701?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/111750607308954701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111750607308954701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-i-almost-registered-bbdc-last.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111742107349893841</id><published>2005-05-30T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:44:33.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>号外, 号外!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few good news over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. got my FTT results on Friday. I &lt;strong&gt;PASSED&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/18.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bro will probably ROM in Dec. I'm pyscho-ing him to move over to new home asap! Juz a few more mths &amp; i'll have my &lt;strong&gt;OWN ROOM&lt;/strong&gt;! N he's leaving the going-to-die-computer &amp; PS2 to us! &lt;em&gt;Woo~hoo~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/24.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad &lt;em&gt;tio&lt;/em&gt; 4D last nite, so he's gonna sponsor for my driving lessons in BBDC! He juz passed me 1.5K this morning &amp; i'm gonna register later after work.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/26.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A friend jux sms to say dat he'll return my $250 today! All in time to save me from getting broke! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/37.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/ecstatic.jpg"&gt; ecstatic&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111742107349893841?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/111742107349893841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111742107349893841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/05/few-good-news-over-weekend.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: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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_18.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111708240019252603</id><published>2005-05-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:40:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/annoyed.jpg"&gt; annoyed&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz realised, i'm in a office full of thieves. Things always get lost in this office. I'm gonna get outta here asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111708240019252603?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/111708240019252603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111708240019252603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-annoyed-i-juz-realised-im-in.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111647115164933690</id><published>2005-05-19T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:52:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/excited.jpg"&gt; excited&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've juz realised dat I can watch TV on my office computer.. &lt;em&gt;coolz&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111647115164933690?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/111647115164933690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111647115164933690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-excited-ive-juz-realised-dat-i.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111631119816072079</id><published>2005-05-17T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:26:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/chipper.jpg"&gt; chipper&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... got pilates again today. Kris called in a morning asking me to go home for dinner cos mum is cooking chilli crab! &lt;em&gt;*yummi*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies with Candice &amp; Keat yesterday. Watched &lt;a href="http://www.amityvillehorrormovie.com/"&gt;The Amityville Horror&lt;/a&gt;. It's said to be based on a true story.. scary. Anyway, it's quite a scary show, but only worth weekdays. Ketch it if u're free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111631119816072079?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/111631119816072079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111631119816072079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-chipper-yeah.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111536026428292277</id><published>2005-05-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:19:20.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/blah.jpg"&gt; blah&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was woken up by screams &amp; loud explosion-like sound @ 2am. &lt;em&gt;(i fell asleep only @ 12+)&lt;/em&gt; I heard joe's mum telling his brother, "下面着火了,快点换衣服下去楼下!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we opened the room door, we were shocked by the great amount of smoke coming from the living room window. Still in the sleepy mode, I quickly changed outta my pj &amp; got some wet towels for the 4 of us, and waited in the house cos the corridor was too smoky &amp; dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 5-10 mins, some policemen &amp; firemen came up and guided us downstair. Then we realised that a motorbike was on fire. We joined the residents waiting downstair, and only proceeded home at around 3am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Fire.jpg" width=411.5 height=220.5 alt="@ the void deck"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power box which controls the whole block exploded. Since there were no electricity, we had to sleep without aircon nor fan! &lt;em&gt;Darn it!&lt;/em&gt; I also had to bath with icy cold water this morning. &lt;em&gt;*grrr*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when joe's mum came home from market, she told us that actually 3 motors were burnt and not 1. So probably dat's arson? Curse that bas**** who did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111536026428292277?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/111536026428292277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111536026428292277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-blah-was-woken-up-by-screams-loud.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111465799112532259</id><published>2005-04-28T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:13:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/tired.jpg"&gt; tired&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.... Someone won the $3K+ on 93.3! Guess i've gotta work harder... haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with wei &amp; j for a nite of clubbing yesterday. Had sushi&lt;em&gt;(AGAIN)&lt;/em&gt; @ Tiong &amp; headed to dbl O for some free drinks. The place was so quiet we decide to switch to zouk after a few drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouk was even more pathetic. There were only some hardcore zoukers dancing @ the stairway, dancefloor was EMPTY. Din wanna stand around like an idiot, we went to phuture for some r&amp;b &amp; hip hop. Then jumped back again 20 mins later for my retro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met gerald, alan &amp; jerm. Reminds mi of the time during poly. Mambo was a every week thingy. I would gladly miss my thursday tutorial for wed nite's clubbing. &lt;em&gt;*haha*&lt;/em&gt; Everyone will do the synchronised actions, drink evian &amp; ribena instead of liquor, dance until the lights are on, walk to shell for drinks &amp; a lil' chit chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left @ 12.15am. Luckily my 'good friend' only came when i reached home! &lt;em&gt;*phew*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired today. Took a cab to work cos it was pouring when i woke up. The stupid cabby took the long way. I nearly shouted @ him but decided not to spoil his day n mine. &lt;em&gt;(i'm so nice.. haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111465799112532259?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/111465799112532259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111465799112532259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-tired-aww.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111441095381280845</id><published>2005-04-25T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T14:35:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met the most unreasonable jerk last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged along with Kiat to send Felicia home. I was craving for a hot fudge sundae after an unsatisfying dinner with my extended family. We stopped at Shell along Pasir Panjang Rd to pump petrol. Kiat suggested I get my ice-cream from there instead. So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the store, there was a uncle standing @ the counter enquiring one the gift exchange with his shell points. After 5 mins of Q&amp;A, the cashier asked if she could serve us first. Then the uncle said, &lt;em&gt;"I come first one. Singapore is like dat one. Who come first then u serve who mah!"&lt;/em&gt; Another 5 mins later, the cashier wanted to serve us again but he refused to let her AGAIN. So we gave the lady a 'nevermind, go ahead'look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 10 mins later, we were still waiting, there were like another 3-4 ppl behind us already. One of the customer behind us told the cashier to serve us first. And I had to explain to the guy dat it's not the gal's fault dat she don't serve us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 20 mins of waiting, the uncle finally managed to claim one of the gift but 2nd claim was unsuccessful. Then he started to ask for receipt showing his points balance. The lady then decided to ask him to go outside n check himself. So he went out n tried to check, but he insisted that the machine can't print receipt and went into the store again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funni convo between uncle and Kiat.&lt;br /&gt;K : Uncle, u go to the police and tell them this lady here don't wanna issue u receipt! Ask them to catch her lah.&lt;br /&gt;U : Wat? U tink I scare police ah? U wan to challenge me ah? Come lah, see who get caught n cane lah.&lt;br /&gt;K : Oh, I very scare ah.&lt;br /&gt;U : U wanna threaten me rite? My son is a police ah. U wanna call police rite? I wait here for you! U are a Singaporean, I am a singaporean too. U tink i scare u ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh... Stupid ppl say stupid things. Such a disgrace to his son (&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; his son is really a policeman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I m so pissed with him dat i decided to warn you peeps against him. He should be a taxi driver, cos he looks, dress &amp; talks like a taxi driver. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/4pw4fq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4pw4fq" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" width=320 height=240&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The cabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/4pw4rs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4pw4rs" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" width=320 height=240&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His taxi&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i had to find another webbie to host his pics cos i reckon he'll corrupt my photobucket &amp; webshots. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111441095381280845?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/111441095381280845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111441095381280845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-met-most-unreasonable-jerk-last-nite.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111405148104759827</id><published>2005-04-21T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T15:34:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, do me a favour. Send this website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/earrings_galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to as many friends as possible. I'm selling some handmade accessories to pay for my hospital bills &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/39.gif" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;*keke*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct any requests to apricotbrandy@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/27.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111405148104759827?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/111405148104759827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111405148104759827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-peeps-do-me-favour.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: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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_39.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111387989078211959</id><published>2005-04-19T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:04:50.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/nostalgic.jpg"&gt; nostalgic&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old look is back. It's easier to navigate, n nicer.. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111387989078211959?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/111387989078211959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111387989078211959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-nostalgic-old-look-is-back.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111387485934392219</id><published>2005-04-19T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:40:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch Guess Who with Alvin, Ade, Candice &amp; Keat last nite. It was quite a funni show, but the plot looks so like Meet the Parents. Maybe I had a high expectation for it. Nevertheless, we did enjoy ourselves cos there was this lady sitting behind us who screams &amp; laffs @ the same time. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some munching @ Bencoolen, dearie picked me up to go home (it was only 10+ lor!) While channel surfing, we stopped @ Arts Central to watch a cartoon called Stripperella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripperella is sorta a heroine who goes around is this skimpy outfit, helping ppl. Then there was this Queen Clitoris who wants to harm her. It's darn funni cos their names are sooooo RA! There's this bar called The Wet Spot &amp; a Pussy Tunnel leading to Queen Clitoris' house. Wat's mediacorp thinking?? Duh.... But then, it was really funni lah. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a lil' of Fear Factor. Allan Wu is darn good lor! I tink he should thanks channel 8 for having all those NKF donation thingy, that's y he can do a lot of stunts. haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111387485934392219?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/111387485934392219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111387485934392219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/04/went-to-watch-guess-who-with-alvin-ade.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111335429113626913</id><published>2005-04-13T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:04:51.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day started with a FUCK (not physically)</title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/pissedoff.jpg"&gt; pissed off&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like shit on the first day of work today. Not b'cos I had to come back despite the fact dat I have my 1 week long mc. (I've overcome dat while bathing this morning) I met my boss in the lift this morning, n she asked me did I ask the doc if I will get mc before scheduling the surgery, and she kinda like 'reprimanded' me cos I didn't! She said it's cos of my mc dat every planning dat they made fell apart n it was very stressful for anne, blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like shouting in her face, WAT THE FUCK!?! HELLO FUCKER, I DIN ASKED TO GET THIS KINDA CONGENITAL ILLNESS, I DID ASKED THE DOC TO GIVE ME A FEW DAYS OF MC INSTEAD OF 1 WEEK! I DID WORRY DAT ANNE CAN'T COPE N ACTUALLY WANTED TO COME BACK ON MONDAY. AND U DIN REPLY MY SMS ON SAT WHEN I ASKED IF U NEEDED SOMEONE TO BE IN OFFICE! IF YOU SAID YES, I WOULD COME BACK WILLINGLY LOR. SO NOW, PLS DON'T GIVE ME THIS KINDA FUCK LOR! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/2.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111335429113626913?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/111335429113626913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111335429113626913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-day-started-with-fuck-not.html' title='My day started with a FUCK (not physically)'/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111278149278698358</id><published>2005-04-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:58:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/good.jpg"&gt; good&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i d/l lotsa games into my phone. I hope i don't get too bored stayin in the ward. wish mi luck! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will need to come back tml to finish somethings dat are outstanding. Good thing is, i can slowly stroll my way into e office! hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111278149278698358?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/111278149278698358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111278149278698358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-good-i-dl-lotsa-games-into-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111207848586042420</id><published>2005-03-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T14:42:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/stressed.jpg" /&gt; stressed&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the check-up yesterday. Waited for an hr before i was called in. During the wait, Kris n I saw this &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; young parents. They looked like they juz graduated from secondary school! The baby probably juz turned 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We nearly died while watchin the mother hoax the bb. The inexperienced mother nearly crushed the bb's arm, break her neck, bloat the bb with air when feeding her and tried to make her puke when burping her. The auntie sitting behind them see until buay tahan, and had to teach them how to feed the baby. Basically, they attracted the attention of &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; in the clinic! &lt;em&gt;*faint*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dinner with dad, mum &amp; sis @ Gayatri. Fish head curry @ $10! haha.... But the curry tasted a bit TOO coconuty last nite. Had some serious biz talk with dad n mum. Hope dat mum will juz take our advice &amp;amp; rest more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from the NUH nurse juz now to set a date for my Op. It's confirmed on the 8 Apr, i.e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So fast!!! A bit stressed. &lt;strong&gt;-_-"&lt;/strong&gt; Wish me good luck k(s)! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was reading the papers juz now n read this article. I think it's quite interesting &amp;amp; true. I'm guilty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SLAVES TO MULTITASKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By Tan Seow Hon&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE STRAITS TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I am teaching and my students are typing away on their laptops while smiling at the screen in front of them, I know that they are more likely to be on MSN than to be with me. Every few minutes, their eyes would dart up and they would nod their heads as if what I had just said needed their approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people bother to come to class if they are intent on doing a half-dozen other things at the same time - playing Solitaire, checking out MSN, e-mailing and writing out a last-minute answer to an assignment question they should have done weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our multitasking habits are a bane indeed. I can no longer have a cup of coffee with someone without feeling as though I am contesting for her time. I have dinner with Aileen while Candace calls me on my cellphone and Aileen takes that moment I'm on my phone to SMS Val, as Val feeds her daughter while working on her computer. How many times have you excused yourself to go to the restroom, only to return to a friend busy SMS-ing, and then wondered if he preferred to be elsewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not a crazy thing to meet friends, then spend half the time on the cellphone with someone else? When I point out to friends that I have better things to do than to watch them SMS, they assure me they can multitask, not knowing that I do mind the waiting - and they do not multitask that well anyway. In this day, we can no longer get the full attention of people even when we meet them face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our multitasking habit creeps into other areas of life. Because we are not accustomed to concentrating on a single task for an extended period of time, books today are different in layout from the books of a decade ago. The young today can no longer read the good old courier font. They need a snazzy layout, headings in bold Comic Sans every few lines and cute balloon columns with fanciful bullet points. Depth of analysis is lost on this generation. What they want are bite-sized pieces of information - like how the Time-Out chocolate now comes in convenient popcorn-like pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also lost our ability to make simple commitments. We play it by ear when we want to meet. We know we can reschedule the appointment because the other person is always contactable via the cellphone. Gone are the days when we would mark our diaries and expect to keep our appointments because there was no way to change them at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever happened to waiting to speak with someone? A decade ago, when I wanted to call a friend, I would wait for her to get home. The waiting would allow me to process my thoughts. And when we talk, I would be sure she is not also playing on her cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I am irritated with someone, I would just shoot her a rude e-mail, delete it from my trash can and pretend I have not done anything bad. Postmodern connectivity facilitates an instant torrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the character-building habit of being forced to cool down because someone I am angry with is not within target range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With MSN, IM, ICQ, SMS and Blackberry, the line between acquaintances and friends has blurred. We find it easier to use these modes of communication than to call someone up. While we would not have contacted someone we were not so familiar with on the phone, these alternative modes facilitate superficial social contact. So we end up with breadth in our relations, but little depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade ago, I was learning how to e-mail on an ugly black screen. Eight years ago, my mom got me a pager. Growing up without postmodern connectivity, I am troubled by the different world the young today grow up in. What I have mentioned are little things in themselves, but if we continue in this way 24/7, the effect on us would be insidiously greater than we realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you not realised only too late when your computer is hit by a virus, and you lose all your e-mail addresses, that your reliance on the e-mail-address function on your computer has robbed you of the ability to recall addresses? We used to remember people's telephone numbers, now we are totally dependent on our cellphone's contact list? And our reliance on the calculator means we cannot do mental sums when splitting a restaurant bill. So what else are we allowing ourselves to be robbed of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The writer teaches at a local university.&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/6612489-111207848586042420?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/111207848586042420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111207848586042420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-stressed-went-for-check-up.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111164132601880738</id><published>2005-03-24T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:15:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/sore.jpg"&gt; sore&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NUH for my CPET test today. It's some kinda Cardio cycling thingy. Took very long time. I had 6 wires connected to by chest, 4 to my back, 1 mask to my mouth, blood pressure thingy to my right arm &amp; 1 attached 2 my left ring finger.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm having aches on my right arm &amp; some marks. Looks like the blood vessels juz burst. And I'm darn tired cos of the endless cycling... -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111164132601880738?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/111164132601880738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111164132601880738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-sore-went-to-nuh-for-my-cpet-test.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111154486147304425</id><published>2005-03-23T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:27:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/hopeful.jpg"&gt; hopeful&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months n months of procrastination, I &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; went to register @ BBDC yesterday, and managed to get a slot for final theory test on 22 Apr. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/43.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard dat i pass my theory this time round, so dat i can proceed to learn my practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111154486147304425?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/111154486147304425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111154486147304425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-hopeful-after-months-n-months-of.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: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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_43.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111140049324062546</id><published>2005-03-21T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:21:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/pissedoff.jpg"&gt; pissed&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry with my colleagues, I don't know how to put it into words. I juz felt so wrong in this office, this position. I think i'm capable of more things... shld i juz leave for CE? haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushin to mit dad&amp;mum to food fair @ suntec. Parents are still better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111140049324062546?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/111140049324062546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111140049324062546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-pissed-im-so-angry-with-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111093454663868232</id><published>2005-03-16T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T08:55:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/contemplative.jpg"&gt; contemplative&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting one of &lt;a href="http://www.annegeddesbaby.com/shop/catalogue/catalogue.asp?catid=108&amp;scroller=3"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. So tempting! Which one is nicer? Ashleigh, Sophie or Poppy? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/let_me_think.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111093454663868232?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/111093454663868232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111093454663868232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-contemplative-im-thinking-of.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111089611647264651</id><published>2005-03-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:15:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The program has crashed. The Sims 2 will shut down now</title><content type='html'>Arghhhh... Blardy hell. After like 45 mins of waiting, I'm finally done with d/l-ing The Sims 2. But it always hang when i tried to start game. Then i found out dat my system requirement don't match the requirements of the game! I wanna go dearie's house to play! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N guess wat... stupid photobucket had to cok up now! !*#*@*&amp;#^@&amp;%#^@%(*@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111089611647264651?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/111089611647264651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111089611647264651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/program-has-crashed-sims-2-will-shut.html' title='The program has crashed. The Sims 2 will shut down now'/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111089061861191213</id><published>2005-03-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:43:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sims 2</title><content type='html'>I almost died waiting for The Sims 2 to load. &lt;em&gt;*grrr*&lt;/em&gt; It took almost 30 mins to run 67%! Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111089061861191213?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/111089061861191213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111089061861191213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/sims-2.html' title='The Sims 2'/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111087672075535995</id><published>2005-03-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:52:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/pleased.jpg"&gt; pleased &lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my computer very soon! Can collect anytime after this Thurs. m hoping kiat got time to come fetch mi after work! &lt;em&gt;*pray hard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne's finally backie from Turkey! I can relax already! &lt;em&gt;*hiak hiak*&lt;/em&gt; Have be 'smoking' my day thru' today! I'm turning back to slack mode. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a mistake @ work juz now. Darn stress sia... Lucky got a very nice colleague to help mi out! haha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda annoyed when toking to a friend last nite. She kinda gave me the feeling that she's taking my friendship for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call her C. For watever reasons, she kip wanting to go back to oz. So she was like rushing to mit up with me n some other friends. She called up pig, told her about meeting plans. so pig told C she might not b able 2 make it cos she had many things to do, e.g. tests, presentations, projects, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, shouldn't you be more understanding? Instead of saying things like, "oh, then which days are u free?" or "nvm, we can mit someday juz be4 i go back", C tried to persuade her for like dunno how long until C gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So C called mi shortly after, telling about the plans, n also sorta complain 'unintentionally' abt pig can't mit us cos of her work. It's like so totally unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C : Thursday @ Jurong Point ok? There'll be K, S, J and maybe Y. And pig can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;ME : Huh. Y?&lt;br /&gt;C : She say she busy LOR! Then cannot meet us.&lt;br /&gt;ME : Aiyah, muz understand lah. She got lotsa things to do. Bo pianz mah.&lt;br /&gt;C : OK LOR! I oso never say anything. I already talk until my saliva dry already, she oso say cannot. Then wat can i do?&lt;br /&gt;ME : (cursing inside me) WTF? @&amp;*@#^@##!?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when she was in oz, she don't online often, she din even bother to kip in contact with us much. When she came back 2 yrs ago, i invited her to my bday chalet like 2 weeks in advance. and she juz tells mi she going to celebrate her bday with her poly mates(on the same day) juz a day before my chalet. When she came back this jan(i think), we mit up almost every week! If dat's not enuff, I don't know wat is! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/44.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111087672075535995?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/111087672075535995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111087672075535995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-pleased-im-getting-my-computer.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: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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_44.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111079384471849937</id><published>2005-03-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:54:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some pics taken during the KL-Cameron holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/cameron1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/cameron1.jpg" alt="Cameron Highlands" width=388 height=339.5&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/day3.jpg" alt="Half-day tour"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/flowertrail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/flowertrail.jpg" alt="flowers" width=402.5 height=253&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111079384471849937?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/111079384471849937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111079384471849937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-pics-taken-during-kl-cameron.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111078122439452110</id><published>2005-03-14T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:20:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/groggy.jpg"&gt; hot hot hot&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm melting... H-E-L-L-L-P-P-P-P!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz back from Arts canteen. Juz a few mins of exposure under e sun, n i'm melting already! How i wish i could dip myself in a pool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past weekend went in a breeze cos i had to work on sat, cos it was NUS' open house. So sad... had to get to work @ 8am n onli to finish @ 2pm. Anyway, went to dearie's house to slp the day thru till 8pm when i heard my hp beeped. Jumped outta bed immediately when i saw May &amp; hui's sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally someone asking mi to go dbl O! Well, i tried asking them sometime before the weekend but none of them seem interested. So, i replied both of them, only to get 'aeroplane-d'. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/25.gif" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;May had asked mi out cos she quarreled with her bf (obviously no intention of going out with mi) &amp; Hui suggested postphone next week cos alv got lesson on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met candice online, n she say her friends are going dbl O &amp; asked her along. Haha... Finally, i tot. But candice was hungry, so she said go dinner first. Keat was @ Jurong so he picked mi up from joe's house. When we reach Newton, candice was in a tee &amp; track pants! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/34.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically.. i got cheated &lt;strong&gt;THRICE &lt;/strong&gt;in a day! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/4.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111078122439452110?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/111078122439452110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111078122439452110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-hot-hot-hot-im-melting.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: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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_25.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111053072266157991</id><published>2005-03-11T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:50:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did a wallpaper again outta boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/wall.jpg" alt="wallpaper no.3" width=409.6 height=307.2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111053072266157991?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/111053072266157991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111053072266157991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/did-wallpaper-again-outta-boredom.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111050511401947678</id><published>2005-03-11T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T09:42:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained...</title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/tired.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; tired&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had wanted to blog about my trip to KL cum Cameron. But was so busy the last few days. I think I can forget about it! Some pics to show maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/day1.jpg" width=436.8 height=353.4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 &amp; 3's pics are all in my Nikon cam, but the cable is with dearie. Will put up when I get the cable back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the late noon bus, n the sun was setting when we were otw home. First time i saw sunset! The sun looks juz like a 咸鸭蛋. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/home.jpg" alt="sunset on e way home"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back on Sat nite &amp; went for a mini bday celebration &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/36.gif"&gt; with my family. Went for my &lt;B&gt;FAVOURITE &lt;/B&gt; dim sum buffet @ Dragon Gate Restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/dimsum.gif" alt="dim sum buffet @ dragon gate" width=364.8 height=325.8&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the usual gang @ M.south for steamboat buffet @ nite. Then headed to iguana for a drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I had my bday sponsored by Bengawan Solo. Haha... My colleagues, buddies &amp; family &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; bought me cakes from Bengawan. Lucky, all different flavours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/cakes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like simple bday celebration, cos it's fuss-free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my buddies to take time off to celebrate my bday with mi. n thanks for all your good wishes! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/37.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111050511401947678?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/111050511401947678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111050511401947678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/drained.html' title='Drained...'/><author><name>j.e.s.s.i.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473004981918373990</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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_36.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-111044185654578540</id><published>2005-03-10T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T16:04:16.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy.tired.stealing a min to breath.gtg.bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-111044185654578540?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/111044185654578540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/111044185654578540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/busy.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110966833109300539</id><published>2005-03-01T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:40:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so looking forward to my leave this whole week, I totally got no mood to work today. So i offered to do a desktop wallpaper for ru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for pic wasn't easy, cos there were SO MANY pics of her n candice &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, still managed to do a simple one for her in like 1 hour. Take a look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/ruwallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/ruwallpaper.jpg" width=409.6 height=296.8&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues celebrated my bday for me today, cos i won't be around until after 6th mar. So nice.... Another hour to knock off &amp; another 14 hrs to set off to KL.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/jessiebday.jpg" width=344.8 height=194.4&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz... till next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110966833109300539?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/110966833109300539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110966833109300539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-so-looking-forward-to-my-leave-this.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110965565453180352</id><published>2005-03-01T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T13:40:54.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/excited.jpg"&gt; excited for my colleague&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just backie from meeting. I was in charge of setting up the presentation for this session. But i forgot to connect the batt when I setup, so the laptop went into hibernation when the direcor started to use it. Fool! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the good news from my colleague dat she's expecting! So exciting! Dat's so brave of her to go for the 3rd one. Her youngest is already 5! SO happy for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met ru last nite for dinner @ prata shop. The standard of their food is getting bad. The maggie goreng don't taste as good as before, n ru commented that their 'plaster' is not nice. Well... maybe i shld juz stick to the prata shop @ the coffee shop my mum works in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110965565453180352?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/110965565453180352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110965565453180352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-excited-for-my-colleague-just.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: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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110958809786161190</id><published>2005-02-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:54:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya, dearie gave mi some suggestion on my wallpaper.. so here is the new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/wallpaper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think photobucket resized it. so it's kinda small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110958809786161190?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/110958809786161190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110958809786161190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-ya-dearie-gave-mi-some-suggestion.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110958779247909977</id><published>2005-02-28T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:49:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;b&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/uncomfortable.jpg"&gt; hungry&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess eating mangoes don't help to cure hunger pangs..... I'm &lt;strong&gt;H-U-N-G-R-Y&lt;/strong&gt;!!! well, i shouldn't be. Cos i ate RICE for lunch today! I need &lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/003.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was blardy angry this morning. A couple tried to snatch cab with mi! Wonder y some singaporeans are like so blardy inconsiderate. I mean, when u see someone waiting for cab, u don't go n stand in front of them, acting like the person's invisible rite? WTH! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/44.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I wanted to go up n confront them, a cab came. N amazingly, the cab stopped right in front of me, instead of the couple. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/24.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got onto the cab, giving a "I WIN" look. Hahaha... When i was in the cab, i chatted with the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME : Uncle, y din u stop for the couple in front of me? &lt;br /&gt;CABBY : They standing @ the traffic light leh! How to stop? Wait i get fine ah. Still kena demerit points.&lt;br /&gt;ME : OIC! Nvm, anyway they cut my queue. Lucky u din stop for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha.... Think u stand in front then u win? TKK ah! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/26.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110958779247909977?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/110958779247909977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110958779247909977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-hungry-guess-eating-mangoes-dont.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: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://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/apricotbrandy/smileys/th_003.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110931598588386276</id><published>2005-02-25T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:19:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;strong&gt;mood | &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/creative.jpg"&gt; Creative&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored in office again. So tried doing a desktop wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/wallpapertest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/wallpapertest.jpg" width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 hours to knock off! woo~hoo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110931598588386276?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/110931598588386276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110931598588386276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-creative-bored-in-office-again.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110929696853121596</id><published>2005-02-25T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:13:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;[ mood | &lt;IMG alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/jubilant.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;jubilant ]&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the girls for a ktv session last nite. It was more of a song searching session than singing session. Haha... Dearie went to pick me up after ktv. While we were on e way to his house, I heard a familiar voice on the radio. 灵芝 had invited 振荣 to go on to her programme juz before the yearly 大风吹.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly din wanna slp cos i wanna listen to him! haha... It was like ages ago when i had to listen 2 his voice EVERY NIGHT before i sleep. Always waiting for the lullaby. Ahhhh... those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;Try to sleep now, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Soon the birds will stop singing&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling stars are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;They'll be watching you all night&lt;br /&gt;All the things you enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;On this beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;All your friends, all your toys&lt;br /&gt;Will be waiting for you to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to sleep now, close your eye&lt;br /&gt;Try to think of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;All the stars wish you good night&lt;br /&gt;So I'm switching off the lights&lt;br /&gt;One more hug, one more smile&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you once, kiss you twice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here, for a while&lt;br /&gt;Try to sleep now and close your eyes&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110929696853121596?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/110929696853121596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110929696853121596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-jubilant-met-girls-for-ktv.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110923883210783525</id><published>2005-02-24T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:09:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[ mood | &lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/accomplished.jpg"&gt;  Accomplished ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my moodtheme! Took me like 8 hours to do.. hahahaha... Spent the whole day in office doing something irrelevant! Hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/sleepy.jpg"&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/shocked.jpg"&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Moodtheme/nostalgic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110923883210783525?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/110923883210783525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110923883210783525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-accomplished-im-done-with-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110899682097998868</id><published>2005-02-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:40:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired... so tired... so tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the holiday mood. Argh... don't wish to work @ all. HOw i wish i can be a tai tai. wahahahhaa.... &lt;em&gt;*dr~e~am~~~ dream dream dream~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm quite angry about a few things that happened this evening. But I'm seriously not sure whether is it myself overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, U've got friend A &amp; B.&lt;br /&gt;A drives &amp; stays in Clementi Ave 1.&lt;br /&gt;B stays in Clementi Ave 2.&lt;br /&gt;U stay in Commonwealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of u go to Changi to send a friend off. A says he nids to rush home urgently. Then he juz goes off &lt;strong&gt;HIMSELF&lt;/strong&gt;. Then B &amp; u goes home together by &lt;strong&gt;TRAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal? Is A selfish? Would U get angry @ a situation like this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel so disgusted by how my friends behave. Aren't guys supposed to grow up n mature  think I treat them as good friends, but I don't feel a sense of friendship in them. Maybe I'm juafter NS? Apparently, none of my guy friends grow up! Disappointing... Toz making a fool of myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. happy thoughts, happy thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be goin on a holiday with dearie next week. We'll be going on a short shopping spree @ KL, then go Cameron Highlands for relaxation. I'm gonna pluck lots n lotsa STRAWBERRIES! yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the food in KL. Cool weather in Cameron! WOW!!! Don't be jealous! haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110899682097998868?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/110899682097998868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110899682097998868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-tired.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110845338303176931</id><published>2005-02-15T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:43:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more BKK trip this April. sob sob sob... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid company told me that the voucher does not cover BKK anymore. &lt;strong&gt;WTF!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Waste my time for planning so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali or Australia anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110845338303176931?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/110845338303176931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110845338303176931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-more-bkk-trip-this-april.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110814227211966891</id><published>2005-02-12T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:17:52.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not dat i'm being negative. I'm really darn suay. Have been losing money since yesteryday. Gosh.. I think i shld quit gambling @ all! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110814227211966891?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/110814227211966891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110814227211966891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-dat-im-being-negative.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110776953939077973</id><published>2005-02-07T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:45:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i wasn't really in e mood to work today. So i decided to blog, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this SPAM email from Sean. It goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinie is a typical college girl who enjoys life to the fullest. She loves her boyfriend so much and texts him every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM is Chinie's boyfriend who works in a call center in Ortigas. He's always busy doing so many things. He only manage to reply to Chinie's texts when he got off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time JM receive a message from Chinie: "hi baby! how r u? miss u! call me when u come home k?! tc! lovu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM ignored the message because he always receive the same message whenever it is time for him to go home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby,i miss u already! did u eat yet?! take care when u go home! ill be w8ing 4 ur call. lovu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby,where r u?! u're not replying to my msg. well,ill b here w8ing for ur call! lovu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM reaches home and lay on his bed. The last time he knew is tha he's reading Chinie's text. He was so tired he fall asleep and wasn't able to return Chinie's call. He can still hear his phone beeps but he's too tired to take a glimpse on the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he woke up the next day, he remember that he needs to call Chinie. He ignored the messages and dialed Chinie's #. No one's answering in her house. He called up her cellphone and he was surprised that her father answered the call. In his voice you can feel his tears and hear his heart tearing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JM,why'd u call just now? Chinie's been waiting for u!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad sorry.i was tired so i fell asleep. i called at home but noone answered.wher&lt;br /&gt;are u now?."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just wait for us at home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM went to Chinie's house and much to his surprised he saw a lot of people inside. The house were so lighted but you can see the gloom on every person you'll meet there. He was greeted by Chinie's mom on tears. She hug him tight and cried on his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chinie was waiting for u. she didnt go out with us coz she was waiting for ur call. she was killed las night by some robbers who came in here. she's gone JM, she's gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma,Chinie texted me last night..how could that have happened?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM can't look who's inside the coffin. He can't move and it feels like his whole body is stucked on the chair his seating. He wanted to cry but it seems that something is blocking his tears to fall down. He turn to his phone and read the messages of Chinie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, ill be w8ing for u to call. i wont go out with dad anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;"baby, im scared. i think theres som1 downstairs. pls call me already!"&lt;br /&gt;"baby, theyre here. wut f they kill me. pls call me. baby where r u? i need you here now. please baby i can hear them come..."&lt;br /&gt;"baby.... i love you!..."&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to shout and cry so loud. It's true that Chinie is waiting for his call. Up to her last breath she only thinks about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stare at Chinie inside the coffin. Suddenly tears starts flowing down his cheeks. He can't say anything. The only words he uttered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My baby, i'm so sorry! I could have known, i could have fight for you! i'm really sorry! I love you so much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moral of the story : tell your girlfriend/boyfriend how much they mean to you and how much you love them. You'll never know this might be the last time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally disagree with the 'moral' of the story. This is simply juz to show us how self-centred JM is.&lt;br /&gt;U don't wait until someone is dead then say i love u or sorri or i should have done this, i could have done dat... &lt;br /&gt;If he don't wanna get bothered by the gf's sms everyday. He shld juz make do without handphones. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted some of my previous comments cos i tink it's too harsh. hahaha.. Anyway... this is written outta boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST HECK IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110776953939077973?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/110776953939077973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110776953939077973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-i-wasnt-really-in-e-mood-to-work.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110775618297916019</id><published>2005-02-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:41:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally can upload the pix to my com! Had to re-install the prog. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/booose.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appt @ Audrey's @ 11am. Finally had my hair permed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/perm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually felt funni walking around in perm hair for the first time. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/eNvErGoNhAdO.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke @ 7.25am to prepare 2 go to Changi Village for my office retreat. My scalp itch like hell... had to wash my hair though Audrey told me to wash after 2 days. So scared dat i'll wash away the curls. But it turned out alright eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Changi with Cookie &amp; Fred. We were late due to a previous accident n road works going on there. We were not the only ones anyway. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting workshop @ the retreat. I would enjoy if i wasn't dat tired. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/retreat.jpg" width=441.9 height=369.9&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renovated hotel looks good. The food there was superb! *drools* &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/yummmm.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced to help mum out in e morning. Had to rush down from dearie's house. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/ofendido.jpg"&gt; I'm gonna burn down the coffee shop soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always looked forward to going clubbing with the gang. But this time, Candice &amp; Keat couldn't join cos they had some family progs. Anyway, we did enjoy ourselves still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sean, Wenjie, Ade &amp; Alvin @ dbl O. Tracy &amp; Robin joined later. It was kinda a celebration for wj's bday. So, the plan was to drunk the bday boy! Hahaha... By e end of e day, we had wj puking outside dbl O. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/21.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... I found out Tracy's &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/kiss.gif" target=_new&gt;secret fantasy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/21.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting. Spent the whole day Cleaning the house. Now i'm having aches all over. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/sweat.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110775618297916019?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/110775618297916019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110775618297916019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-can-upload-pix-to-my-com-had.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110773840333096921</id><published>2005-02-07T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:06:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh.. The Nokia PC Suite had juz gone bonkers. Can't d/l the pics i took with my phone. Will try to fix it soon n show the pics i took the past week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110773840333096921?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/110773840333096921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110773840333096921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/argh.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110730658401453224</id><published>2005-02-02T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:09:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally got my Visa Mini! Yeah... well, i'll have to go down to UOB to activate the card though. Will b darn busy tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agenda for tml:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. perm hair @ Audrey's - 11am&lt;br /&gt;2. go to UOB to settle most banking thingy&lt;br /&gt;3. go SIR to update my passport pic&lt;br /&gt;4. do some shopping for myself n dearie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a pic i kip forgetting to post. Had wanted to show Ade &amp; Candice. Hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/1.jpg" width=103.2 height=226.4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110730658401453224?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/110730658401453224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110730658401453224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-finally-got-my-visa-mini-yeah.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110713230548072187</id><published>2005-01-31T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T08:45:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who says monday is always blue? Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;My dearie sent mi to work today, bought Mac brekkie for me, i won something in a 933 contest thingy. &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;happened this morning! wahahahaha.. wat a great way to start the day! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/09.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was horrible! I had to help mum out @ her stall on Sat n Sun was a whole day of spring cleaning. And the best part was, my mum didn't do much this yr. All she did was to prepare Mee Soto for lunch n ta bao dinner for us. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/SmilieKijkMeAan.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is spick &amp; span once again. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/felecitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110713230548072187?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/110713230548072187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110713230548072187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/who-says-monday-is-always-blue-hahaha.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110655844433452160</id><published>2005-01-24T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:20:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are some 欠扁问答题 i heard from radio. Note it down here juz in case i forget about it. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 打什么不花力气又很舒服?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;font color=#DBDCFD&gt;打磕睡&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 阿拉丁有几个兄弟?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;font color=#DBDCFD&gt;三个哥哥。因为人人都说‘甲，乙，丙，丁’，所以阿拉丁排第四。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 先有男人还是先有女人?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;font color=#DBDCFD&gt;男人。因为男人叫‘先生’，所以男人&lt;b&gt;先生&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 什么书,在书店买不到?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;font color=#DBDCFD&gt;遗书&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 什么桶永远装不满?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;font color=#DBDCFD&gt;抽水马桶&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 香蕉从二楼掉下来,变成什么? (i like this one)&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;font color=#DBDCFD&gt;茄子(brinjal) 因为香蕉‘黑青’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110655844433452160?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/110655844433452160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110655844433452160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/here-are-some-i-heard-from-radio.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110654588923182528</id><published>2005-01-24T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:51:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/round-diamond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Round Diamond!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A round diamond is classic and timeless, just like your style&lt;br /&gt;Your diamond will always look with the times - and goes with everything&lt;br /&gt;Of all diamonds, round diamonds show the most sparkle&lt;br /&gt;They are often chosen by sweet, dependable women who make marriage their #1 priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/engagementringquiz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's Your Dream Engagement Ring? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's wat's on my left fourth finger. But not a engagement one. I don't like fanciful rings, juz something simple. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110654588923182528?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/110654588923182528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110654588923182528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/your-dream-engagement-ring-has-round.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110620048752338548</id><published>2005-01-20T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T13:54:47.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie.. i nid some suggestions here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of learning something that's outta my job scope now. I've got 3 choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dip/Cert in Pre-school Education (S$3K - 8K)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hospitality / Tourism (S$2 - 10K)&lt;br /&gt;3. Visual Communications (not sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one shld i go for? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110620048752338548?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/110620048752338548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110620048752338548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/okie.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110601044235371491</id><published>2005-01-18T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:07:22.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a bad dream last nite. made me so tired today. I'm dozing off in bus, bumpin into things when i walk, eyes half open... arghhhhh..... my flu is another killer. been sniffing away since yesterday. 'm supposed to feel better after poppin my med n getting some slp but it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a lil' sore throat and nose blocked. think a headache is coming. Someone juz kill me... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/6.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110601044235371491?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/110601044235371491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110601044235371491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/had-bad-dream-last-nite.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110595696413332266</id><published>2005-01-17T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:16:04.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with the 2/2 gals on friday. Had fun terrorising people with our loud laughters &amp; crazy topic on lesbians, sex &amp; bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some decent pictures taken on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/sani.gif" width=331.2 height=302.4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/suzi.gif" width=308 height=280&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/jme.gif" width=301.8 height=260.4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/yans.gif" width=311.2 height=286.4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110595696413332266?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/110595696413332266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110595696413332266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/went-out-with-22-gals-on-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110592665813081846</id><published>2005-01-17T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:51:22.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from serious shoulder ache. Think it might be my sleeping position. I'm thinkin of getting a new mattress. I've been using the same one for probably around 10yrs. Any recommendation for good bargains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my weekend 大扫除-ing. It's really horrible lor. Dirt, dust, running nose, detergent, vacuum cleaner.... Everything is a nightmare! &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/47.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110592665813081846?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/110592665813081846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110592665813081846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-suffering-from-serious-shoulder.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110558048747129145</id><published>2005-01-13T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T09:41:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah.. it's thursday! I love Thursday coz it means dat the week is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming soon. I have not started on packing my room! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/arrrggguuu___.jpg"&gt; I'll get serious bad 'flu' whenever i try to spring clean my room. Cos everything have been in e same position for e whole yr &amp; the dust muz b darn thick already. Wahahaha... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/eNvErGoNhAdO.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting up with the 2E2 gals tomolo. Heard from San dat Debbie has juz given birth. That shocked most of us! It's like sooooooooo exciting. But too bad i'm not really close to debbie, it'll b darn weird to ask if i could go her house to ask for red packet. hahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope dat the meetin tml will b good lah. Haven't seen most of them for like ages liaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110558048747129145?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/110558048747129145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110558048747129145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/yeah.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110506412828639703</id><published>2005-01-07T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:15:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having 2nd thoughts again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've juz realised dat perming don't look good if the person's got thin hair. My hair is very fine, i don't know if i should perm. It's so 烦恼!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL trip arrangement is not going on very smoothly..... I actually kinda dunno y i wanna go over now. Plus e fact dat i'm quite tight this month. 'm thinking whether to go or not. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110506412828639703?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/110506412828639703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110506412828639703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-having-2nd-thoughts-again.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110490932432024997</id><published>2005-01-05T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:15:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this email from a colleague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below message I received from well known person from Sri Lanka. Then I thought of share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure it's affected only around Indian Ocean. It's up to you to decide???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alert everybody......&lt;br /&gt;Very dangerous virus called ZULICAN is spreading through sea food. So pls avoid eating sea foods &amp;amp; pass this message to all of your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached with pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/tsu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/tsu3.jpg" width=120 height=160&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went online to check out what are the effects of getting the so-called ZULICAN virus. And this is what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/Asia-Tsunami/SMS-warning-of-seafood-virus-declared-fake/2005/01/03/1104601275611.html?oneclick=true"&gt;SMS warning of seafood virus declared fake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emeritus.blogspot.com/2005/01/dangerous-zulican-virus-trauma-brought.html"&gt;THE "DANGEROUS ZULICAN VIRUS"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot of websites that indicated that the Zulican Virus is a hoax. Believe it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110490932432024997?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/110490932432024997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110490932432024997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/got-this-email-from-colleague-hi.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110488998163010186</id><published>2005-01-05T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T09:53:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always hated taking bus from dearie's house to work. There are a blardy lot of inconsiderate idiots who takes e same bus as me. Causing me to get irritated first thing in e morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, there was this indian waitin to alight the bus, so he stood @ the exit. I was already @ e exit with another gal, holding on to the bar in e middle, he juz stupidly lean his whole blardy body on e bar regardless of our hands! F***! Anyway, i tried to 'push' him off by turning my wrist @ the bar n i succeeded! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/victoire.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good weather to be sleeping @ home. I hate to work on a rainy day. Wished i could hide under my blanket n slack my day away. haha.. but.. in fact, i hate to slack too much too. haha... so hard to please. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/eNvErGoNhAdO.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Shiyan, San, Jiamin &amp; Suz yesterday. Shopped around a bit in Taka first then dinner @ cine foodcourt. I bought a top @ Zara. They're having up to 50% sales! Go grab ur stuffs! hehe... Had a good time chit chatting @ Cine. But we were so loud dat i tink we made many heads turn. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie went to pick me up last nite, n gave me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Blog/jubjub.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice... It's on my CPU now. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/09.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i want the purple jub jub.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110488998163010186?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/110488998163010186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110488998163010186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-always-hated-taking-bus-from.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110420691082542917</id><published>2004-12-28T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:30:59.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope everyone enjoyed their X'mas. I certainly did! Had a great time @ Rouge with my great pals. Read &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mydivinehaven/58653.html"&gt;Candice's blog&lt;/a&gt; for X'mas eve's celebration details. I'm lazy to type out so much things. hahaha... Oh ya, n check out the piccies from her album too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a cosy gathering with Dearie, Chix, Hui, Tracy &amp; beau @ Tracy's house on X'mas day. Me &amp; chix cooked a spree for the gang. There were chicken, prawn, fish, egg, soup, calamari and vege. i felt like a pig! hahahaha.. It's always nice to spend some quiet time away from the crowd. &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/6.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see my specialist again today. Was informed by him dat my condition was alright. No hole in heart anymore. But juz some prob dat existed since young. Was told by doc dat the only way to cure it is surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told dat if i found out 5 yrs ago, the op will b more dangerous. i.e. cutting a slit across e chest, tie the x-tra valve, n cut it off. dat will leave me with a long long scar @ the left side of my chest. *EEKS* &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/42.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank to the advance in technology. Now, they only have to put a 'wire' thru this small 'hole/cut' @ the thigh, n block e x-tra valve. dat will do the job! I'm glad i found out about my condition 5 yrs later. wahahahahahhaa.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, glad to know dat EVERYTHING'S fine with me!~ Yeah! &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/4.gif&gt; But i probably will go for a small surgery in March. Hehehe... Hopefully everything goes well.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110420691082542917?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/110420691082542917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110420691082542917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/hope-everyone-enjoyed-their-xmas.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110370461644758053</id><published>2004-12-22T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T16:45:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's x'mas time again..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/let-it-snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the weather outside is frightful&lt;br /&gt;But the fire is so delightful&lt;br /&gt;And since we've no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget a new iPod or laptop...&lt;br /&gt;What you want Christmas morning is a winter wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/christmassongquiz.html"&gt;What Christmas Carol Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Self Help Book!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/self-help-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your advice is not always welcome...&lt;br /&gt;It's always right on target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/crappygiftquiz.html"&gt;What Crappy Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Nice This Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list.&lt;br /&gt;You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good.&lt;br /&gt;Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/naughtyornice.html"&gt;Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digression... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFCDDD&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Porn Star Name is: &lt;b&gt;Nasty Thong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Porn Star Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110370461644758053?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/110370461644758053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110370461644758053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-xmas-time-again.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110367917203107030</id><published>2004-12-22T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:32:52.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a really tiring week. Haven't been sleeping well since Sunday. But I managed to 'hoax' myself to slp blardy early last nite. I was already concuss by 10.45pm. Dat's y i'm in office early today! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/17.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hard Rock Cafe for my office's x'mas party on Friday. It was quite fun. Realised dat all the big bosses of the office love to sing n sing darn good! Impressive! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/good.gif"&gt; Got myself a spa set from the gift exchange, n won the 5th prize in e lucky draw. $20 NTUC voucher. &lt;em&gt;(I'd rather get $20 taka vouchers. haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for some 'mid-nite' shopping with hui, wj, sean &amp; didi @ Suntec after my dinner. There were 'supposed' to b a sales. but i din see any good bargains. Left empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Pierre Cardin lingerie sales @ Outram on Saturday. Had some really pretty lingeries there, i wished i could have all of them! &lt;em&gt;*wahahahahaha*&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, i bought 4 bras, 3 undies &amp; 1 slip nightie. All @ only $40!!! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/15.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a unproductive day. Juz spent e morning slacking around the house, did some cleaning up, then went off to chinatown for some good deals of my hp. My poor N6610 was traded in for my new N7610. I managed to find a shop dat offers e best deal, taking in my cracked N6610 @ $150! hahaha... I'm so very happi with my new hp. I've juz downloaded the incredibles theme. n they match soooooooooo well! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/21.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Candice for some x'mas shopping on Monday after work. In e end we din manage to get anything. Haiz.. so sianz. dat means i will nid to go for some more shopping! argh... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/grumpy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pics from the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/smile.jpg" width=330.4 height=208.8&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n candice @ Chaser. &lt;em&gt;(trying 2 imitate e smiley)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Image282.jpg" width=345.6 height=259.2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking e flaming waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/Image279.jpg" width=345.6 height=259.2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jae &amp; me outside dbl O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/PICT0049.jpg" width=320 height=240&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, Chix, Hui &amp; me @ California Bistro &lt;em&gt;(Chix's bday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/PICT0083.jpg" width=337.5 height=253&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, von &amp; me @ HMV bus stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110367917203107030?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/110367917203107030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110367917203107030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-been-really-tiring-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110350380195414627</id><published>2004-12-20T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T08:50:01.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a happi gal today! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/09.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/PICT0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/jessiesim/PICT0084.jpg" width=337.5 height=253&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110350380195414627?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/110350380195414627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110350380195414627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-happi-gal-today.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110308779165234217</id><published>2004-12-15T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T13:16:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my ultra scan &amp; ECG @ NUH yesterday. Luckily this time they din let mi wait too long. Managed to finish all check-ups @ ard 12+ then went for shopping spree @ JB with dearie. &lt;em&gt;*yeah*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/victoire.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot it was supposed to be the Malaysian Mega Sales period in Dec. But it seems like none of the shops are having sales. In e end bought nothing but some daily necessities @ Watsons. Can u imagine I spent like over 50+ RM juz in Watsons! &lt;em&gt;*faint*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/sweat.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to watch a movie in JB. Dearie had wanted to watch both The Incredibles &amp; National Treasure, but I already watched with the gang without telling him. So I promised to watch with him again yesterday. National Treasure will only start showing in Jan &amp; dearie din wan me to watch The Incredibles again since I'm going to buy the vcd/dvd. So, we ended up shopping the whole day. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/eNvErGoNhAdO.png"&gt; Hahahaha… Anyway, I saw dat the Mac in M'sia still have the jack-jack pillow. But they are onli starting to sell it on 16th Dec! Shucks! Only 2 more days! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/6.gif"&gt; Arghhhh… so sad! All in all, it was a relaxing trip with dearie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lot 1 for sushi dinner &amp; some more shopping. Bought x'mas pressie for Tracy &amp; a cig sock for Candice coz she wanted one to put her ixus 40. Hopefully dat can fit. Took a cab back to dearie's house. The cabbie was like SOOOOOOOO blardy rude! Sickening…. Curse him! Forgot wat company is he from, but his car plate is 7730! Avoid him! *hahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comtemplating whether to hold my bday @ Sentosa or Downtown East. Any suggestions? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/jess_sim123/smileys/33.gif"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(don't tell mi it's too early to plan for March. Can u imagine 2004 is ending in like less than 20 days??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110308779165234217?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/110308779165234217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110308779165234217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-for-my-ultra-scan-ecg-nuh.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110240063668932989</id><published>2004-12-07T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:23:56.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i think to myself. I do have a happi family! hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sorta a family day yesterday. Kiat, Kris &amp; me had rushed home as early as we could, coz we wanted to play with PS2. Wahahahahaha... And the winner was... KIAT! I was the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; one to reach home despite the fact dat my office is so much closer to home compared to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of us (incl. dad &amp; mum) went for dinner @ the nearby coffee shop. Joked over dinner n I almost ROFL when my bro kip 喷饭 on sis. &lt;img src=http://aa.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/24.gif&gt; After dinner, kris &amp; i 'ran' home to play games again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started this game which i bought in BKK. Fatal Frame: The Crimson Butterfly. It's a game about these 2 sisters trapped in a town. They explored the town full of spirits. N have to find ways to get out. They're only equipped with a camera dat's supposed to be able capture the spirits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a rather scary game when u add in the sound effect &amp; vibration of the controller. &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/59.gif&gt; There was this part where the character went into a room, n this spirit climbed outta the box like 贞子. Scared the shit outta Kris &amp; me. So, we decided to b the audience &amp; not play the game ourselves. Hahahaha.... When Kiat decided to go bath &amp; asked mi to take over, i declined. Mum gladly took  over the controller n started playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked around in the game. When 3 spirits came out, she actually shouted for Kiat to help her out! Wahahahahhaa... it was darn funni!&lt;img src=http://aa.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/24.gif&gt; My mum's soooooooo cute! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110240063668932989?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/110240063668932989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110240063668932989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/sometimes-i-think-to-myself.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110231400166997076</id><published>2004-12-06T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:20:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh... My ex is tryin to borrow money from me again. He tried to ask for $200 this time! WTF! &lt;img src=http://aa.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/14.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun understand, he's already a father. The 2nd child is coming soon n yet he can still b so 不会想. Super-duper disappointed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jae on saturday. Apparently the silly gal has lost most of her friends' contact. That's y she's still kinda free despite it's her first week back in sg. Went for our all time favourite - sushi! &lt;img src=http://aa.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/21.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then did some shopping @ tiong bahru, city hall &amp; Suntec. It's great dat she's back for good! Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Meet Sean, Keat &amp; another 2 friends of his to go dbl O &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/69.gif&gt;. Drink 2 shots &amp; then a Flaming Lambo &amp; a &lt;strong&gt;GLAMOUROUS&lt;/strong&gt; Waterfall. Surprisingly, I din puke or get drunk @ all! &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/67.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to end our nite rather early coz Keat nearly got into fight with a boy over there. Luckily nothing happened... &lt;em&gt;*phew*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src=http://aa.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/18.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it was still a great nite. Nice music, good drinks, great company. Wat more to ask for? &lt;img src=http://aa.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/36.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update pics tml coz Sean hasn't uploaded the pics in his computer yet! &lt;img src=http://aa.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/30.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110231400166997076?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/110231400166997076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110231400166997076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/argh.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612489.post-110205654016535341</id><published>2004-12-03T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T14:49:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我好像&lt;strong&gt;又&lt;/strong&gt;生病了。不知道是不是老来多病，还是抵抗力特别弱。就如&lt;U&gt;&lt;em&gt;茹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/U&gt;说的，我今年好像一直生病。哈哈哈。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天气转凉了，天天都好像要下雨。我喜欢雨天，又不喜欢雨天。&lt;br /&gt;喜欢雨天赖床，懒懒散散地待在家里，享受雨的香气，雨点滴滴答答地滴着。&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢雨天还要上班。湿湿的天气，湿湿的雨伞，湿湿的鞋子，湿湿的心情。好像会被淹死似的。哈哈。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天约了Candice, Keat, Hui, Alvin 和 Sean 去吃晚餐。原本该上课的&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;仪&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;为了要跟我们吃饭而翘课。哈哈哈。。。 开玩笑，她才没那么好！(其实是因为她的老师生病lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃了KFC，MOS 和 Burger King后，男生便去打电动。女生当然是发挥本能-"瞎拼"啦！&lt;br /&gt;因为要等圣诞节的大减价，我们都空手而归。忍。。。忍。。。忍。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走完了整个Spotlight之后，便是吃宵夜的时间了。 哈哈哈。。。。 来到位於Hotel Rendezvous的Coffee Club. Keat恨不得快点吃到期待以久的Muddy Mud Pie. 谁知道，MudPie 已经没有了！ 哈哈哈哈哈哈。。。。&lt;br /&gt;六个人便边吃着蛋糕，边喝着饮料，边聊天。下班后的轻松时间，就这样就很足够了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真庆幸，一直有许多好朋友在身旁。虽然几乎天天见面/谈天，还是好像有说不完的话题。是因为大家都很"三八" 吗？哈哈。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我好像忽略了一些久不见面的好朋友。也许该找一天约约他们出来吃个饭吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612489-110205654016535341?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/110205654016535341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612489/posts/default/110205654016535341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apricotbrandy.blogspot.com/2004/12/candice-keat-hui-alvin-sean-lor-kfcmos.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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
