<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:36:19.138+08:00</updated><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Kjoy</title><subtitle type='html'>"A thousand may fall at your side, And ten thousand at your right hand; But it shall not come near you." Psalm 91:7


"We love Him because He first loved us." 1John4:19</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1449260603365632043</id><published>2008-03-19T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:20:16.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it begin just a few weeks back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a laptop from a friend at a special discount price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my degree program with Curtin. I am feeling so stress about this. I dont even know if I can cope.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry my friends that I can't afford time for outings or even some simple hang outs, I am so tight up and trying my very best to cope with my program. Hope everyone understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are classes on the following weeks until the end of the month, March. This is really no joke. Weekends is the time that I rest and hang out with friends and family, now that I have to make sacrifices, I felt so helpless. I have to give up some of my fav past time (in fact all) in order to just have more time on research and reading. When I mention more time, it doesn't mean enough time. I wonder how long I can put up with this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God bless me through this 2 years degree program in Jesus name... AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1449260603365632043?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1449260603365632043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1449260603365632043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1449260603365632043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1449260603365632043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-chapter_19.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-214739847341667543</id><published>2008-02-12T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:46:04.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Edition Yellow Colour PSP = Vday Pressie 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FVAgqIICI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9bVMzY3jo4A/s1600-h/yellowpsp-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166003714825658402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FVAgqIICI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9bVMzY3jo4A/s320/yellowpsp-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love this to core!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FTkwqIH_I/AAAAAAAAANs/sF0uhYPChEc/s1600-h/yellowpsp-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166002138572660722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FTkwqIH_I/AAAAAAAAANs/sF0uhYPChEc/s200/yellowpsp-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FcWgqIIDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vCQcNjuNLHE/s1600-h/11feb08-3-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166011789364174898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FcWgqIIDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vCQcNjuNLHE/s200/11feb08-3-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FUMAqIIAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5A03W-i6COE/s1600-h/11feb08-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FUcAqIIBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SNF1CGwkVag/s1600-h/yellowpsp-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166003087760433170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FUcAqIIBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SNF1CGwkVag/s200/yellowpsp-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~~I am happy~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166012029882343490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FckgqIIEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hVWqvNp1rFo/s320/ourpsp+vday2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~~Our PSP~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-214739847341667543?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/214739847341667543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=214739847341667543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/214739847341667543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/214739847341667543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/limited-edition-yellow-colour-psp-vday.html' title='Limited Edition Yellow Colour PSP = Vday Pressie 2008'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R7FVAgqIICI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9bVMzY3jo4A/s72-c/yellowpsp-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-4218857407616368954</id><published>2008-02-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:58:22.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Liz Claiborne &amp; ME~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R6gyfln5usI/AAAAAAAAANM/3_Sk6kPrf9E/s1600-h/LizC-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163432491037080258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R6gyfln5usI/AAAAAAAAANM/3_Sk6kPrf9E/s320/LizC-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R6gualn5uqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/q30boqkmuEE/s1600-h/LizC.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been &lt;strong&gt;REAL BUSY&lt;/strong&gt; but I still manage to pamper myself with a small gift. My lovely Liz Claiborne wallet. I bought it in vivo with lynn + cousin. Just couldn't resist it and not only that...I need a new wallet. Mk know that I love this wallet very much so he decided to pay for me =P &lt;strong&gt;free wallettttttttttttttttttttttttt~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese New Year is around the corner and I only manage to get a dress and a top. Thats all!!! Don't forget about the angbaos that we are giving~~ its a blessing to be able to give~~!!! I am happy~~~ Some friends even tell me that "first year of marriage is excuse for giving", I think that is just so crap~ I mean its really nothing harming giving angbaos but of coz it can be quite painful when you really count how much you are giving. Still I feel good giving even tho the amount is huge. Like I always say... &lt;strong&gt;its a blessing to be able to give~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well angbaos aside...a new look for the start for both new year 2008 and chinese new year 2008~~ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163433027907992274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R6gy-1n5utI/AAAAAAAAANU/W3d6dUILLk8/s200/01feb08-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONG XI FA FA FA FA FA FA FA FA FA FA CAI CAI CAI CAI CAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUAT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok... Some already know that I have balloted and choosen a flat... but that its on my next post, so I am not going to touch on this for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-4218857407616368954?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4218857407616368954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=4218857407616368954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/4218857407616368954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/4218857407616368954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-liz-claiborne-me.html' title='My Liz Claiborne &amp; ME~'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R6gyfln5usI/AAAAAAAAANM/3_Sk6kPrf9E/s72-c/LizC-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-7721626787513567272</id><published>2008-01-10T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:03:02.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving with high heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R4XQdsWBTQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eY7IKTogv1I/s1600-h/newshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153754557133704450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R4XQdsWBTQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eY7IKTogv1I/s320/newshoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Not only that I didn't learn my lesson... I do it again! The 1st time I tried it with mk... I drove like shite. Yesterday I drove with even higher heels, drove like shite too! But I always prepare a pair of shoes in the car.. just in case! =D So strange, I could drive with boots when I am learning to drive. ZZZZZzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-7721626787513567272?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7721626787513567272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=7721626787513567272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7721626787513567272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7721626787513567272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/driving-with-high-heels.html' title='Driving with high heels'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R4XQdsWBTQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eY7IKTogv1I/s72-c/newshoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-5039887363119990630</id><published>2008-01-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:29:47.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zTTcWBTPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2OPuOrkSVA/s1600-h/CIMG2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zTTcWBTPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2OPuOrkSVA/s320/CIMG2403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151224404784532722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;THAT IS MY BEST SHOT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway Happy 2008~~~ WOOOOO~~~ I am so excited about this year! Infact I am excited about every new year!!!! Feeling so fresh and lots of things waiting for me to do!!! YEAH YEAH YEAHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went labrador park to see fireworks and... accompanied by HUNDREDS! I will never go there again. As you know its only a park, so its only one way in and out... people start to park by the side and ended up with only ONE LANE to go in and out. It had reach til a point that the cars coming in had to reverse out in order to make way. Traffic police were there.. at 1.30am, we finally got outa the park and drove to tortoise garden Macdonald's (Farrer Road). Had a drink and left at about 2+am. Reach home at 3am.. ZzzZZzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-5039887363119990630?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5039887363119990630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=5039887363119990630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/5039887363119990630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/5039887363119990630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='HAPPY 2008!!!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zTTcWBTPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2OPuOrkSVA/s72-c/CIMG2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-4317370187882261319</id><published>2008-01-03T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:18:01.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam 2007~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zPFMWBTKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6ks8FZl6ffg/s1600-h/CIMG2376-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zPFMWBTKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6ks8FZl6ffg/s320/CIMG2376-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151219761924885666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tour brought us to this bridge.. they said that its batam's most beautiful bridge. They were alot of hawkers trying to sell us food. Somehow the tour guide told us that some food might not be that hygienic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zQrsWBTMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AIYV2rbtsYE/s1600-h/CIMG2379-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zQrsWBTMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AIYV2rbtsYE/s200/CIMG2379-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151221522861477058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zQD8WBTLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KI2bW5iQI1E/s1600-h/CIMG2378-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zQD8WBTLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KI2bW5iQI1E/s200/CIMG2378-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151220839961676978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HUAT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They bring us to this chinese temple. Its so big that you can't believe it. Anyway even tho its very big... not much deco..~ I am there to take photos only =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zQ_sWBTNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lLy9sN_Aq4E/s1600-h/CIMG2381-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zQ_sWBTNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lLy9sN_Aq4E/s200/CIMG2381-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151221866458860754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BIG BIG SHARKS AT THE RESTAURANT!!!! "Golden Prawn 888" is the name of the restaurant where we had seafood for lunch~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zR_cWBTOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/50bY6XM4hTY/s1600-h/CIMG2382-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zR_cWBTOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/50bY6XM4hTY/s200/CIMG2382-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151222961675521250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cutterfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was good just for the toilets!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-4317370187882261319?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4317370187882261319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=4317370187882261319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/4317370187882261319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/4317370187882261319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/batam-2007.html' title='Batam 2007~'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zPFMWBTKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6ks8FZl6ffg/s72-c/CIMG2376-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-574637383405045049</id><published>2008-01-03T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:59:46.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2007~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zJRcWBTBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sluD2GzPI2c/s1600-h/C250481-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zJRcWBTBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sluD2GzPI2c/s320/C250481-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151213375308516370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my besties wedding! So tired!! Christmas eve I was prawn fishing til 2+am.. slept at only 3+am and I have to wakie at 5.30am to prepare then I head off to Lynn's place for her wedding. We are sooooo tired... anyway it was fun~ Asking the boys to wear the pongpong skirt and the "ka chang pu teh" bra. The boys are having so much FUN with the bra which somehow seems disgusting LOL. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zLU8WBTEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nOl8muIwzxs/s1600-h/C250686-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zLU8WBTEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nOl8muIwzxs/s200/C250686-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151215634461314114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is bernard's house void-deck. Finally finish with tea session..going to hotel~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zMDcWBTFI/AAAAAAAAALY/xxpIsjyxd-4/s1600-h/P1000415-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zMDcWBTFI/AAAAAAAAALY/xxpIsjyxd-4/s200/P1000415-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151216433325231186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finish our long make up at the hotel from 3.30pm onwards til 6pm. Thank God for the make up to cover our sleepy eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zMjMWBTGI/AAAAAAAAALg/ah54VcsgSgY/s1600-h/C250792-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zMjMWBTGI/AAAAAAAAALg/ah54VcsgSgY/s200/C250792-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151216978786077794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last min request to do a march in before the couple march in~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zNFcWBTHI/AAAAAAAAALo/N19ijLsYaKk/s1600-h/C250866-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zNFcWBTHI/AAAAAAAAALo/N19ijLsYaKk/s200/C250866-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151217567196597362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor bride cried her eyes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zN08WBTII/AAAAAAAAALw/ByHk3lqIjIQ/s1600-h/CIMG2291-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zN08WBTII/AAAAAAAAALw/ByHk3lqIjIQ/s200/CIMG2291-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151218383240383618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drinking lasted until 7.30am. I was dead on the bed by 2+am. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-574637383405045049?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/574637383405045049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=574637383405045049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/574637383405045049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/574637383405045049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas-2007.html' title='Merry Christmas 2007~'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R3zJRcWBTBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sluD2GzPI2c/s72-c/C250481-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-2375582648550990878</id><published>2007-12-12T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:47:28.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R1-DqFKjGVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rDTwEBHQCow/s1600-h/myshoes-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142974058444560722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R1-DqFKjGVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rDTwEBHQCow/s200/myshoes-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R1-DxFKjGWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TqkOqx5dmvc/s1600-h/shoesagain-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142974178703645026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R1-DxFKjGWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TqkOqx5dmvc/s200/shoesagain-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-2375582648550990878?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2375582648550990878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=2375582648550990878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2375582648550990878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2375582648550990878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-heart-my-shoes.html' title='I heart my shoes'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R1-DqFKjGVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rDTwEBHQCow/s72-c/myshoes-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-2136159698562723297</id><published>2007-11-21T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:08:55.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its DESTROYED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R0PKvS5vFxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3G1sohNGb5g/s1600-h/pooh+cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135170914009159442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R0PKvS5vFxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3G1sohNGb5g/s320/pooh+cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My 2006 Christmas present from Lynn. Hot water killed it last week! +_+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-2136159698562723297?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2136159698562723297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=2136159698562723297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2136159698562723297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2136159698562723297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-destroyed.html' title='Its DESTROYED!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/R0PKvS5vFxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3G1sohNGb5g/s72-c/pooh+cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1084429487090134235</id><published>2007-11-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:33:19.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RzF3QDT-kBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q_9NRZTbSV4/s1600-h/indian+cookies+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130012568202416146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RzF3QDT-kBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q_9NRZTbSV4/s320/indian+cookies+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Happy Deepavali~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My indian coll brought these yummy snacks for the office!!!!!!!! They are so tasty!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130013186677706786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RzF30DT-kCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/p5gl9MaDZck/s320/indian+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My fav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1084429487090134235?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1084429487090134235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1084429487090134235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1084429487090134235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1084429487090134235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali!!!!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RzF3QDT-kBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q_9NRZTbSV4/s72-c/indian+cookies+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-4310291611710009749</id><published>2007-11-06T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:21:27.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Responsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have come across people who are very irresponsible for their actions. Owners, pets, parents, littering, work, commitment…oh come on, the list just goes on. What is really wrong with these people? Can’t they just think of the consequences before they act? How do these people let these irresponsible actions get pass them? For me, I will probably die of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RzAxnTT-j_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/oZZEDOcb-kU/s1600-h/septembertorise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129654526843719666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RzAxnTT-j_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/oZZEDOcb-kU/s320/septembertorise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just generally listing an example, if you buy a pet, you better make sure you can take care of them. Taking care of a pet is not just playing with them as when you like. BE RESPONSIBLE. Same goes to be responsible to your husband/wife, your parents, your children, your estate that you are staying, your work, your life and of coz don’t you even think of running away (or simply can’t be bothered kinda attitude) from commitments that YOU CHOOSE commit! There is always a choice, you created no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some kinda crap excuses. If you don’t know how to be responsible, THEN LEARN TO! If you don’t know how to learn or where to start, THEN ASK! No babies know how to walk when they are born. Everyone of us learn by looking, experience and asking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-4310291611710009749?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4310291611710009749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=4310291611710009749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/4310291611710009749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/4310291611710009749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-responsible.html' title='Be Responsible'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RzAxnTT-j_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/oZZEDOcb-kU/s72-c/septembertorise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-7779995041364318326</id><published>2007-11-05T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:46:30.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye glasses. horray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Ry67uTT-j2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/W2JNyaQ4iZE/s1600-h/noname-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129243429754015586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Ry67uTT-j2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/W2JNyaQ4iZE/s200/noname-1.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I have been rather slow in updates mainly because too many things occurring at the same time. I think most of my friends know about my lasik surgery and the complications that I am facing now. To many others, I might seems fine but I just can’t stand sunlight or anything that’s flashing into my eye. The glare is great and it hurts. I wouldn’t know how others really feel after their lasik, even after forum readings, everything seems to be perfect until I went on hands on my very own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally regretted my decision and I am upset about it because that’s the only pair of eyes I have, and I have to destroy it. I don’t know how comfortable others are… perhaps it’s really time to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said that it’s a painless process but no one ever mention that it was a painless procedure. The room is cold because the machine needs cooling. They apply some med around my eye, drip some drop into my eye. It felt numb. I went into the surgery room, I was asked to rest on the bed and then they put on some shield on left eye. I have 3 surgery lights shining right on my eyes and the best part of it is that they ask you to open your eyes. The med that they drip onto my eye, it makes my eye sensitive to glare. They put a calliper on my eye so that I can’t close my eye, so now I am force to look into the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They operated on my right eye. It felt nothing when the machine cut open the flip, transparent and soft, it looks like contact lens. After that, they ask me to look for the red light which is at the centre of 3 surgery lights and do not move my eye ball. Even tho there was no pain but the glare is killing me, I couldn’t help it but tear so much. The laser start shooting, it last for about 20secs and it gives out a burning smell. At that moment, I regret so much doing it. After closing the flip and put on a shield for me, they went to my left eye. Everything was very much alike just that I felt the machine cutting my eye ball. It was scary, I raise my voice saying it’s a little painful, they told me it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done within 15mins, I sat on a chair, and the doctor was using some sort of telescope to look into my eye. He saw a very small eyelash inside the flip on my left eye, then I have to lay down and he reopen the flip and clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t open my eyes because of the glares, mk drove me home. I try to sleep but my eyes are so acidic. They keep tearing non stop…it was horrible. At night, I could open my eyes but with my sunglasses. I couldn’t do anything another then sleeping, chatting on my phone and listen to radio. That’s when I realise how impt are my eyes, I took them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complications arise after a week. Dry eyes affecting my vision and I need to be on vitamins C and fish oil dose every morning. Its truly terrible. Its 3 mths now, my left eye have some power left. I hope I really don’t need an enhancement. I am still sensitive to sunlight and some strong lights. My eye didn’t feel like my old eye ball anymore….I hope for fast recovery. I really regretted this…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-7779995041364318326?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7779995041364318326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=7779995041364318326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7779995041364318326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7779995041364318326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/byebye-glasses-horray.html' title='byebye glasses. horray?'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Ry67uTT-j2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/W2JNyaQ4iZE/s72-c/noname-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-7493538028232646333</id><published>2007-10-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:02:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lovely four leaf clover keychain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bought 2 four leaf clover keychains for my inlaw's birthday. Then MK commented "how come never buy for him?" So I drop by the mall the next day, thinking that maybe I should buy it for him afterall. I was taking my own sweet time to pick a nice keychain design with a nice four leaf clover. I ended up buying 2 same keychains for him and myself but of course with a four leaf clover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127729269098581842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RylamjT-j1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/RN7wy6iBIiI/s200/our+four+leaf+clover-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's weird how I ended up buying one for myself because I am not one of those who believe in "luck", I believe in how Jesus love me. Well I buy it not because of the so call luck... but I just find the leaf so amazingly beautiful.. each keychain or whatever they put it into comes with a uniquely leaf and it comes with a cert! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just can't stand the beautifulness of the leaf!!! The green...it's so natural (the salesperson mention that it will turn yellow, when I heard that, it just amaze me even more)...sooooo am I another step to nature or destroying nature? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127483785947811650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Ryh7VjT-j0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DINfPGak2rg/s200/my+4+leaf+clover-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Perhaps if they put a mini flower into it, I would love it too. I can imagine that this could potentially be my new collection hobby (anyway I am a fanatic keychain collector) and how it's going to burn my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho I have tons of keychains (I don't just buy/collect any random keychains), and with 3 bunch of keys (God knows where they come from), I have been using only one keychain (the other 2 bunch of keys are only in a typical simple key-ring) and it happen to be one of my fav! Tiffany key-ring!!!!!! (bought it like donkey years back..5-6 years?) It cost me a fortunate!! S120.00 +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the so called genuine four leaf clover keychain/pedant/whatever doesn't come cheap, with so called SILVER or whatever they wanna claim it to be. Its just NOT CHEAP. Ok it's cheaper then my tiff but stillllllllllllllllllllllllllllll......... OH MINE I am so addicted to the leaf... the colours... the uniqueness... the shape of each leaf... the size... arghhhhhhhhh its just the combination of everything.......... I just can't get enough of it. Is this good or bad to be so in love with it? baaaaaaaaa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-7493538028232646333?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7493538028232646333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=7493538028232646333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7493538028232646333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7493538028232646333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-lovely-four-leaf-clover-keychain.html' title='my lovely four leaf clover keychain'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RylamjT-j1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/RN7wy6iBIiI/s72-c/our+four+leaf+clover-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-7864125360258105235</id><published>2007-10-08T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:05:02.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving &amp; Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally pass my driving licence on Friday~ I am learning how to park without poles. I must be extra careful with my licence, its only 12 points! I always find that driving at high speed is very dangerous, be it an experience driver or not. I bet that you won’t be able to brake in time IF something happen. If you are lucky, you get away with just paying money, but what if you paid with your life, your passenger’s life, or any part of your body? Value your life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I am trying to catch up with my friends because I went “hiding” for too long. HAHA. Actually I think I am just spending too much time at home. Way too much… 6days a week mainly because I am too lazy!!! Suddenly I feel like going clubbing! When I say clubbing, I mean club… not sit still on a table to chit chat, play five ten and all kinda stupid games you can think of. Its pretty obvious that I am not talking about a pub when most people sit there and do nothing other then drowning yourself. Haha. Is that even call enjoyment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most importantly~~~ DON’T drink and drive~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend hopefully we could go prawn fishing~ its going to be fun, I haven’t tried it tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-7864125360258105235?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7864125360258105235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=7864125360258105235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7864125360258105235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7864125360258105235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/driving-events.html' title='Driving &amp; Events'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-3140346209578572908</id><published>2007-09-02T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:08:23.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way that I think of a r/s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no right or wrong neither nor it should be this or that, it is how THE TWO PARTIES work things out in their preference. My thinking could be wrong in other’s aspect, their thinking could sound wrong to me too! But that is how I am brought up and I WILL NOT CHANGE to other’s thinking instead working out a balance that benefits the best of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Both parties work a path out together. Someone will have to take the lead, be it the male or female. It really doesn’t matter, SO LONG IT WORKS for them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Both parties agree to take some route.&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking up roles and responsible as a bf/gf or husband/wife.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be initiative in whatever you do. If not the other party will be so tired and at least show SOME appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;5. DO NOT TEST THE PATIENCE. Don’t wait until the other party say good bye by not bucking up.&lt;br /&gt;6. DO NOT take anything for granted even down to small things like advise/reminder/communication or whatever its going to be.&lt;br /&gt;7. HELP OUT your partner. If you can’t handle anything nor feeling stress. BE OPEN and speak to your partner. They are NOT GOD.&lt;br /&gt;8. Including your partner into your family BOTH WAYS and not let your partner work his/her way out on his/her own. This is part of a husband/wife role.&lt;br /&gt;9. TRUST YOUR PARTNER. Don’t even think of breaking it, the damage is not something you can imagine because ITS NOT YOU, ITS YOUR PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;10. Respect your partner. Don’t lose that. It’s not something you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not live in a culture that I think silent communication is correct. My family talks everything! All of the above are not some golden stupid rules, they are BASICS that you have to be aware of when you are in a r/s. These are not what I map out way before, I DISCOVER THEM when there is a problem. Some people have different sets of points because everyone have DIFFERENT THINKING, DIFFERENT CONCEPT, DIFFERENT BROUGHT UP, DIFFERENT WAY OF HANDLING THINGS, DIFFERENT WAYS OF REACTION. We are all different, you can’t have points that’s cool for everyone. At the end of the way its how you work with your partner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I don’t really like an egoistic man because I think I support myself. In a r/s, both parties are entitled to a fair share of thoughts. Maybe its not a lot that I am earning but it’s enough for me to get going at least. Men have no right in saying my principal are like this, so your wife have to follow. I happen to not fall into this category. I use my own money, I could stay in my parent’s place, I work, I do part time studies to upgrade myself, I can wash my own clothes, I mop the floor… so why should I be OBEYING man. Man and woman should work out something TOGETHER and NOT JUST FOLLOW SUIT. I WAS NOT WRONG and if you think I am then WE ARE JUST DIFFERENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-3140346209578572908?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3140346209578572908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=3140346209578572908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3140346209578572908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3140346209578572908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-that-i-think-of-rs.html' title='The way that I think of a r/s'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-2755435455619650311</id><published>2007-08-31T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:14:02.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;to someone who doesn’t push me to a corner,&lt;br /&gt;to someone who doesn’t make me scream,&lt;br /&gt;to someone who doesn’t take my reminder for granted,&lt;br /&gt;to someone who doesn’t fail their duty every tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;to someone who doesn’t make my heart sink,&lt;br /&gt;to someone whose friends thinking that I am always the bad, looking at the surface,&lt;br /&gt;to someone who know what is really going on via all other arrows that’s shooting @ me,&lt;br /&gt;to someone who won’t make me lose self,&lt;br /&gt;just to my Lord…who know what are in my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-2755435455619650311?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2755435455619650311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=2755435455619650311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2755435455619650311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2755435455619650311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-cry.html' title='I wanna cry...'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1027126085496469481</id><published>2007-08-08T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:38:57.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>15th July 2007, SUN, NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok I know my tomorrow is like very long but I have my reasons ok!!!! I went for lasik… so there are some delays. Let me write down the events before my lasik before I even go into that. HEHE. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096194046486270450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlRfAdGUfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gVWmPPx5l0E/s320/698100182111_0_BG-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2+pm we reach hotel. I have special perks ok. I have 3 rooms for use on my wedding day. One is of cause for MK &amp; me, one over night standard room, one day use room. The room is super niceeeeeeeeee not just because it’s super huge. The room has a living room, guest toilet, chocolates (I know many of my helpers are eyeing them), fresh flowers, disc player and &lt;strong&gt;HUGE MIRROR&lt;/strong&gt; which is what we really need. &lt;strong&gt;HIAO MAH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are rushing because my ROM is at 6.00pm. Baoling who is my MUA came at 3pm to make up my sisters and my mother (its not free ok!). She gave a good price anyway so it was reasonably good!!!! I mean the make up not the $$. =P As you can see we reach hotel about 2+pm… there isn’t much time for us to laze around. Lynn, Joey and Bernadine are fighting for toilet so one of them used mine 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my ROM is at 6.00pm, according to my plan which the hotel planned for me, Operation Manager (OM), supposed to “appear” at my room at 5.00pm &lt;strong&gt;BUT HE DIDN’T&lt;/strong&gt;!!! WE ALL THOUGHT that he might just be late. We waited till 5.30pm OK! He &lt;strong&gt;still DIDN”T SHOW UP!&lt;/strong&gt; We called the Assistance Banquet Manager and so we manage to get the OM to call us at our room. Lynn say the OM ask her to go the ballroom at the 2nd floor to discuss. So she went. By this time I was feeling &lt;strong&gt;so handicap&lt;/strong&gt; because I have no one to relate on when she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that, 5.30pm, my family is here at my room. What the hell.. so early. Anyway I have to rush down to basement to look for my ROM room and I found it. There was &lt;strong&gt;NO PEN on the table, NO COCKTAIL serve&lt;/strong&gt;. I was very angry… like MK is going to get all the shite but I didn’t flare it on him ok!!!! I am so proud of myself. Anyway 5.45pm… Still no cocktails serve. My Justice Peace (JP – the one who honour signature on your marriage cert) is already here. What the hell right… this is &lt;strong&gt;not the frustrating thing yet!&lt;/strong&gt; I WAS SO ANGRY AND MY &lt;strong&gt;SHOES ARE HURTING ME!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Then I saw my angel Lynn, so I rush to her asking her where is that BLOODY OM? She told me 2nd floor and I ask for his mobile, Lynn say that he didn’t give. I stomp my way to the lift and went to second floor, stomp out of the lift and I saw a guy putting up my wedding album and fitting the reception table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise my voice, ARE YOU NICOLAS?&lt;br /&gt;Nic: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be basement serving my guest with cocktails?&lt;br /&gt;Nic: okok (He instructed a staff to do so)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nic, I want the cocktails to be serve NOW and I mean NOW! Not soon or another 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he freak out, anyone would if I flare up. Its scary, my friends say so. +_+ So he went down. I was sitting down because my F*cking feet is hurting. Everyone try to calm me down. Then another angel appear, Leon, the Assistance Banquet Manager, I think he knows that I am very angry but before he could step in and apologise to me, I flare at both of them, Nic and Leon. &lt;strong&gt;Poor Leon&lt;/strong&gt;. Really doesn’t deserve that shite from me. So I start flaring very sarcastic remarks to Nic that he doesn’t give out his contact number and if he was at my room at 5.00pm, everything will run smoothly. Blablabla then &lt;strong&gt;Leon apologise to me, and it was very sincere&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to settle wine issue? OH MY GOD… what the f**k is all these??? Good thing that Bernard is experience to help me out and many others!!!!!! Like Ricky help me with how many wines that are opened. I was trying to breathe … I feel so damn breathless!!!! I have to sit down and stay calm, Lynn and Dennis (both my emcee) is &lt;strong&gt;trying very hard to relax&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to calm down again &lt;strong&gt;BUT my photographer&lt;/strong&gt; not here yet. What is this?!?! I ask Lynn where is he, &lt;strong&gt;where is he, CALL HIM&lt;/strong&gt;. At least when he reach he really rush in for me, not like Nic still wandering around 2nd floor, I feel like slapping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlRqwdGUgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DJS1HkA66AU/s1600-h/31-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096194248349733378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlRqwdGUgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DJS1HkA66AU/s200/31-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So ROM only lasted for like 15mins and we wonder around for the photographer and videographer to finish up the shots. We then headed to the crystal ballroom, I know its like my name but trust me, I didn’t purposely choose that. I have some problems with reception and some suggest that I need more and so I appointed a few but it somehow didn’t work I heard when I was doing like my hair in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey went up with me at 7.45pm. I &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlRwwdGUhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IT44uBy3dyg/s1600-h/24-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096194351428948498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlRwwdGUhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IT44uBy3dyg/s200/24-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tell you I really felt my feet are gone, they are so sore and painful. Joey help me wear the shoes to expand it, so it won’t hurt so much while my MUA is busy getting my hair and touch up done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm. DONE! So I walked down and getting ready for my 1st march in. This stupid MK asks me if I am nervous because he is. WTH. I wasn’t nervous and he keep telling me he is… blablabla.. I feel like slapping him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK we walk in, I don’t know who arrange for the guest to throw pedals on us. The pedals WENT INTO MY NEHNEH (breast)!!!!! Argh!!!!!! We only have time for the 1st dish. We sat down after all the posing (for photos) on my stage with the SUPER FAKE CAKE. I feel so fake then we go to out seats and had our 1st dish then we go up to the room again. YOU KNOW I WAS &lt;strong&gt;DAMN HUNGRY&lt;/strong&gt; OKKKKKKKK….. Joey came and follow us up. Ya ya we go uo earlier because I have another hairstyle for my second march in. Feels like those fashion show walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second march in went well (by the way all my hair on my head are real!!!!!!!!!!!!) and so the &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlR6AdGUiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JALCvhDNtX0/s1600-h/32-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096194510342738466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlR6AdGUiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JALCvhDNtX0/s200/32-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUM SENG start&lt;/strong&gt;… everyone gather at the stupid cramp stage and shout yum seng. My videographer is behide us and his hair caught fire because of the candle lights display deco!!!!! HAHA that make me laugh like no tomorrow. The whole shouting is done by MK’s brothers, Desmond, Seyhan, Ricky, Clifton, Recaro. Ok then everyone return to their seat then we just have a few bites then we have to walk around tables, to yum seng or to take pictures. Ricky and Seyhan did the table arrangement for me. It was tiring trust me. Some table prepare some shite for us to drink. YUCKS. Bernard, Dennis, Ricky help us out…. Baaaaaaaaaaa if not will die one ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlSDAdGUjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hGCEHapvcaY/s1600-h/769100182111_0_ALB-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096194664961561138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlSDAdGUjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hGCEHapvcaY/s200/769100182111_0_ALB-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway the dinner ended at I don’t know what time. HAHAHA. MK is alittle high from drinking, me too but in-law carry on drinking until I don’t know what time too!!!! Then we have food send to our food and &lt;strong&gt;we ate like barbarians&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!! Ricky, Desmond, Seyhan and Dennis accompany us until 3+am then MK knock out (that bastard)!! I am all alone with not a clear stage of mind counting the angbaosssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehe!!!! Until 4+am… then I get to bed. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling so dehydrated!!!!!!!!!!!! We manage to make it for the bank, returning the gowns and we go home and SLEEP AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! At night then we start packing abit for our honeybomb. Ok that I leave it till next entry. &lt;strong&gt;This entry is way too long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1027126085496469481?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1027126085496469481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1027126085496469481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1027126085496469481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1027126085496469481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/15th-july-2007-sun-night_08.html' title='15th July 2007, SUN, NIGHT'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RrlRfAdGUfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gVWmPPx5l0E/s72-c/698100182111_0_BG-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1494772959013253084</id><published>2007-07-30T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:10:50.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>15th July 2007, SUN, Morning</title><content type='html'>I know I am like lagging behind time in updating what have been going on during, cut me some slacks ok! Baaaaaa…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 July 2007, Sunday, is my wedding day. A day where many say it’s my big day but why? I have no f*rking idea. Anyway, eve of my wedding day I tried to sleep early like 9.30pm coz I have to wakie the next day at 5.30am. BAAAAAA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I try to sleep… Lynn is suppose to come over to my place to stay overnight because of the ungodly waking up time and as she has got a wedding dinner to attend on that night, she can only make it at my home about 11ish pm. 9.30pm, I am already asleep. It’s amazing how I fall asleep so fast I think its due to the freaking hang over. Anyway Lynn phones my parents saying she can’t make it coz the dinner is dragging and it will end very late. My smart father came knocking my door… telling me that she is not coming and moving out the mattress. I am like wtf father, knocking on my door waking me up is &lt;strong&gt;BAD ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt; and you just take up like another few mins to move those unnecessary things which can be done the next day. GOOD LORD.. by then I was awake and it took me &lt;strong&gt;AWHILE&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.45am. I am so triedddddd… but good thing that my parents let me shower first. Just when you think they are being nice. I was taking my own sweet time to bath, shite, washing up, wearing lens… and someone knock on the F*RKING door again. SPARE ME MAN… I am just using the toilet! MUM wanna SHITE. SO I have to give way to her. So much of letting me having the toilet first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that, I am finally done around 6.30am and I requested specially to eat Maggie mee in the morning. As per usual, they try to avoid cooking, offering me stupid cakes instead &lt;strong&gt;BUT I INSISTED&lt;/strong&gt;. So I am a happy girl with my Maggie mee. I know not everyone is a Maggie mee fan but I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.45am Lynn reach my place, looking at me with my ultra sleepy eyes and a bowl of Maggie mee. She then ate the cakes! MUAHAHAHA!!! Then slowly many people come, I can’t remember who come 1st. The next one after Lynn was my MUA BaoLing! I really like her make up! And so after my fag I am all ready to sit down and get my face coloured. Videographer (Wai) reach, Joey then Bernadine then photographer (Kit). While me getting my face coloured, the 3 ladies are happily preparing shite for those guys which I didn’t get to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face done, gown done, then take pictureeeeeeeee (I think that’s the whole point isn’t it? LOL). While the girls are having fun with those guys inbetween gates, I was asked to sit in a miserable room!!!!!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee no fun!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;I wanna sabo them toooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after an hour of wait (their one hr of fun), the guys got the keys to come in. So now it is &lt;strong&gt;MK’s nightmare!&lt;/strong&gt; Special request by ME to sabo him! DANCE infront of my bedroom and kneel! LOL I think dancing should be the best gift I ever gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that has been done, we headed out to Alexander Park to take some pictures. Ok I like this part most, Why? Simple because of what they ask us to do and trust me, I laugh my jaws out if it could. Ok I will update this part with some funny pics.I am trying my best to get the pics asap ok! Don’t rush me anymore! Arghhhh~~~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rx8zdoYZDxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fW_wC8RbZ28/s1600-h/1+%28400%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rx8zdoYZDxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fW_wC8RbZ28/s200/1+%28400%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124871485119860498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Head to MK’s place after that, stupid MK threw me to the bed like it is his ONLY &lt;strong&gt;LIFE TIME revenge&lt;/strong&gt; that he can do on me! *&amp;amp;$#(*$&amp;amp;(#^P#%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the tea session blablabla… change to this &lt;strong&gt;SUPER HOT CHINESE SHITE SUIT&lt;/strong&gt;, then headed back to my house again. How stupid, run here run there… ALL THESE for a 5.30am wakie! YAYA whole day I wasn’t like smiling only for taking photos, that’s coz I am super &lt;strong&gt;HOTTTTTTTTTTTTT with that STUPID LOOKING CHINESE SHITE SUIT&lt;/strong&gt; (good Lord, I wonder which &lt;strong&gt;brilliant design&lt;/strong&gt; this shite) and feeling pek chek for things not going on time and many last min request or changes!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok I know I shouldn’t be feeling that day but trust me, wait till you people try it, or else you won’t know it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my place, tea session again then makan then go hotel. OK my fingers are tired. Tomorrow I try to update the night part KKKKKKKKKKK!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1494772959013253084?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1494772959013253084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1494772959013253084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1494772959013253084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1494772959013253084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/15th-july-2007-sun-morning.html' title='15th July 2007, SUN, Morning'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rx8zdoYZDxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fW_wC8RbZ28/s72-c/1+%28400%29-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1225666484619632935</id><published>2007-07-25T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:06:40.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Uninvited guestssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th July 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my hens night and it’s suppose to be a bbq! I checked the whole of Singapore and everywhere else chalet is full except for east coast chalet. It used to be my favourite but not anymore….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a little girl, I like cycling, bbqing… this kinda teenager gathering shite. Maybe I didn’t have much of these events last time so I specially requested for chalet bbq on my hens night instead of those typical club/pub drinking and flirting with guys. And I can’t live with &lt;strong&gt;THE GUILT&lt;/strong&gt; if you ask me to freaking go kiss/hug another guy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called up to book the chalet and realise that they have this combo package (2 nights) and its only SGD100.00 extra for addition night. I mean why not? Seems like deal and I went for it… so the 1st night 12th July 2007, me and mk invited the guildies. We didn’t pay for the food since I already pay for the chalet. It’s SGD10.00 each only anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach there about 3+pm. So rented a bicycle for fun and I went breathless after half an hour. Some weak crap yea! I know! I tired cycling to the carpark to help them to ferry some food over but someone “stole” my job! I ended up walking back +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbq start @ 6pm. Some of them mj-ing, nuaing, bbqing. Towards the night, there were &lt;strong&gt;COCKROACHESSSS&lt;/strong&gt;! It scared the shite outa me and I decided to not stay there for the night. Des and Seyhan said that they will help me stay put and some others companied (mikage, TT, Sham, Hexor, PHM, Ploomp)Awwwwwwww so sweettttttttttttttt of them!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that night, me and lynn keep thinking of what we can do… we ended up booking a hotel room in Pan Pac. Well quite blessed I could say! Most hotels in Singapore are full on standard rooms and we got Pan Pac at a reasonable rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day about 9+am, we reach the chalet again and we demanded a refund. So we did and get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD EXPERIENCE!!! And &lt;strong&gt;SO UNHYGIENIC!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And this is @ EAST COAST CHALET! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1225666484619632935?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1225666484619632935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1225666484619632935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1225666484619632935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1225666484619632935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/13th-july-2007-this-is-my-hens-night.html' title='Uninvited guestssssss'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-483057936429632100</id><published>2007-06-27T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:30:42.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My diamond ring in the rubbish chute</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY 24th JUNE 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum accidentally threw away my beloved diamond (3 in a row) ring into the rubbish chute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home for lunch as usual on Sunday. Sister came over to the dining table to chit chat with me… she took out my ring from my finger just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor little ring was left on the table on the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wrapped the newspaper up and threw it in the chute beside its dirty with oil stains….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went out to collect mum’s dress for my wedding (this is when I realize I left my ring @ home), then after we head to Tiong Bahru for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach home, we looked for the ring and realize that my smart mum threw it away. So why did she not see my ring?! She thought that it was a coke can ring and so she didn’t bother about it. She actually saw it! If she could just pick it up and see what it was, this wouldn’t happen. &lt;strong&gt;That’s the thing about assumptions!&lt;/strong&gt; Like I always tell mk, &lt;strong&gt;never assume!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went down to the rubbish chute to TRY to find my ring…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they open the rubbish chute door, my 1st reaction was… “Is this happening for real?”, 2nd reaction was WTF so much rubbish. I know it’s beyond salvage. My whole heart sank… I couldn’t breathe for a second and was so speechless. I hide under my pillow for hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-483057936429632100?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/483057936429632100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=483057936429632100&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/483057936429632100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/483057936429632100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-diamond-ring-in-rubbish-chute.html' title='My diamond ring in the rubbish chute'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-7269976795108754201</id><published>2007-06-22T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:06:40.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Ding Dong Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-15.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564227866901&amp;site=widget-15.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=fr&amp;amp;amp;th=26&amp;id=432345564227866901&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p1/432345564227866901/fr_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=fr&amp;amp;amp;th=26&amp;id=432345564227866901&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p2/432345564227866901/fr_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-7269976795108754201?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7269976795108754201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=7269976795108754201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7269976795108754201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7269976795108754201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/ding-dong-bell.html' title='Ding Dong Bell'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1322928467953535731</id><published>2007-05-09T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:22:47.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baaaaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RkF-IV768VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LiF3hcW7QKo/s1600-h/EnglishBulldog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062466137933672786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RkF-IV768VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LiF3hcW7QKo/s200/EnglishBulldog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RkF-NV768WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/e1srdkb_9Rw/s1600-h/EnglishBulldog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062466223833018722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RkF-NV768WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/e1srdkb_9Rw/s200/EnglishBulldog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOO CUTE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry bullieeeeeeeee I can't buy you back! I have 3 dogs! If buy you that will be 4 doggies, then love will be divided. I know Teddy miss me so much, feeling guilty now. Teddy is such a dearie to meeeeee. Maybe a years down the road! Is there a bullrabbit? +_+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1322928467953535731?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1322928467953535731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1322928467953535731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1322928467953535731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1322928467953535731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/05/baaaaaa.html' title='baaaaaa!!!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RkF-IV768VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LiF3hcW7QKo/s72-c/EnglishBulldog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-3489022379352585000</id><published>2007-04-30T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:02:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa, Bikini, Photo selection</title><content type='html'>I have been really very very busy... so... I combined a few things together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sentosa outing with Lynn and Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWYz1768OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BrWzelehI_Y/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059117772839776482" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWYz1768OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BrWzelehI_Y/s200/Picture+010.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWZBV768PI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rPx-frmFvVo/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059118004768010482" style="CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWZBV768PI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rPx-frmFvVo/s200/Picture+001.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWZR1768QI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s5HCDz_y3Vs/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059118288235852034" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="145" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWZR1768QI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s5HCDz_y3Vs/s200/Picture+004.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWZmV768RI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EDo4FIhHM6U/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059118640423170322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWZmV768RI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EDo4FIhHM6U/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWaGV768SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/24gFJOltFFw/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059119190178984226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWaGV768SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/24gFJOltFFw/s200/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey's shoe&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa has changed so much ever since 2 years back. I remember Sentosa as semi commercial beach but now... its a full time commercial beach. With lounge, loud music, beers... its becoming like a mini theme park with the clubbers culture. *Shrugz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had lunch in that Cafe. Food is not bad but there is room for improvement. Price is slighly on the high side but its affortable. Main is about 20 odd. After that we had a beer... its too hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059120551683617074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWbVl768TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yN5nDBiK0_0/s200/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went to re-select my wedding cards and Lynn accompanied. Then we went to cityhall to do some shopping and I ended up with TWO new bikinis... hahaha. Billabong and the yellow one is from Robinson! Billabong cost $79.90. Yellow cost $53.00 after a 10% discount (reason given: 10% discount on all woman items). HURHUR. Lynn was going crazy that time because she bought a bikini at a much higher price in the earlier days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wedding Photos Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again.. Lynn accompanied. If not for her help I think I can't help but select all. We ate in Bugis, some chinese food...the food there is not bad just that limited choices. So we reach the bridal shop at 8.15pm... we finish everything at 1.15am..don't ask why in the hell we finish so late. I got panda eyes the next day to work. Same goes to Lynn. Ke Lian de Lynn. I selected 60photos...don't ask me why too... I choose 100+ at the start. +_+ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-3489022379352585000?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3489022379352585000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=3489022379352585000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3489022379352585000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3489022379352585000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/04/sentosa-bikini-photo-selection.html' title='Sentosa, Bikini, Photo selection'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RjWYz1768OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BrWzelehI_Y/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-3054148477212237709</id><published>2007-04-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:45:17.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Indoor and Outdoor Photo-shooting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its on a Thursday (5th April 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Monday morning shine, noon rain.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning shine, noon rain.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning shine, noon rain.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning shine, noon shine.&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning shine, noon rain.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning shine, mid noon rain.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning shine, noon rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried that it will rain and I was prepared for it but deep in me I know I must have faith and believed that it won’t rain for this wonderful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid MK keep saying lets pray that it won’t rain and keep assuming that it will. If it rain, it rain! Even at the studio he keep looking out the window and tell me sky is very dark, I just told him “aiya it won’t rain!” The whole week rain! I can tell that I am DAMN BLESSED from the above weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went on well, I have the best make up artist and the best photographer from the bridal shop. I am so happy because both of them treat me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My make up artist really had 10+ years of experience and her strong points are focusing on your eyes, which is what I want actually. She keep saying that I look very pretty, I think that’s how she treat her customers ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photographer is the humor one. The way he ask me to pose for certain shots makes me feel comfort, at least I wasn’t feeling irritated by the sun or the ants or the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I am happy about the make up, hair, and photos. The thing is I always have this doubtful feeling about this bridal shop. Actually the people that work for the bridal shop aren’t that bad after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;09.00am: Meeting my make up artist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;09.30am: I reach because I can't wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;09.45am: Start to change clothes and get ready for make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11.00am: My make up and hair done, its MK's turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11.30am: MK almost ready, photographer reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11.45am: Studio shooting....for a long time.... My hairstyle keep changing... its damn painful because of those hairspray. For a second I felt like I lost all my hair on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;01.00pm: My face cramp. I can't smile anymore. Photographer bring me out to smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;02.30pm: Joey, my helper finally came. She rush off from school to come help me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;03.15pm: Joey went down to packet lunch for us. (Chicken rice) I ate like I haven't ate for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;04.00pm: Outdoor shooting....for a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;08.00pm: We are done finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;08.45pm: Opp eat pasta again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11.30pm: Taking out those pins in my hair (ALOT OF PINS - very painful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12.00am: Talking to lynn in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12.20am: Start showering (shampoo and condition my hair twice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long post right? BECAUSE LONG DAY MAH!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good friday I still manage to go sentosa! I feel young again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-3054148477212237709?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3054148477212237709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=3054148477212237709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3054148477212237709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3054148477212237709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/04/indoor-and-outdoor-photo-shooting.html' title='Indoor and Outdoor Photo-shooting'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1731155092369723286</id><published>2007-03-30T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:59:25.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My schedule is so tight. After work I will have to head down to my bridal shop for my final fit, trial make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to wake up at 7am, it’s my brother’s wedding!&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm, I have to head down to my hairstylist to do my hair then I head for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I have to do up my nail art. Thursday, photo shooting. I still have to head down to the hotel again sometime next week. I need a clone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there are a lot of “high blood pressure” matters to settle. What do I mean by “high blood pressure”? Matters that will make you blow your top off!! I am blessed to have good girlfriends around me. Help me settle things here and there. If not I think I will do the escape thingie, like sleeping non-stop. Either that or I will flare up at every single thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1731155092369723286?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1731155092369723286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1731155092369723286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1731155092369723286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1731155092369723286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-burn.html' title='Weekend burn'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-3431287843655006849</id><published>2007-03-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:37:20.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav snacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RgNXQVBkX8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pbELSL7i6g8/s1600-h/YogurtBars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044971945618333634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RgNXQVBkX8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pbELSL7i6g8/s200/YogurtBars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; yummy yummy!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't ask me why I buy so many (one for Lynn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are too &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yummy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and there are still &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 more different kinda favours&lt;/span&gt; (I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(taken by my mobile - Sony Ericsson K750i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-3431287843655006849?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3431287843655006849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=3431287843655006849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3431287843655006849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3431287843655006849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-fav-snacks.html' title='My fav snacks'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RgNXQVBkX8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pbELSL7i6g8/s72-c/YogurtBars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-3674350276415473398</id><published>2007-03-22T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:06:47.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KKHospi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Long queue. My appointment is 10am. I reach at 9.40am, finish my registration at 10.10am. Waited for half an hour to see my gynecologist. So by the time I finish the scanning blablabla is about 11am. Everything seems fine in the scan, I still have to wait another week for my test. My tubes look ok to have a baby (thank God) but there is a cyst, I have to go back 4 weeks later to do an ultrasound scan. If it grows bigger then I will have to go for surgery. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total damage: $185.96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Parking damage: $4.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-3674350276415473398?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3674350276415473398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=3674350276415473398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3674350276415473398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3674350276415473398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/kkhospi.html' title='KKHospi'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-3040750275825417680</id><published>2007-03-20T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:14:23.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kjoy &amp; The Yoghurt Bar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RgCRmVBkX7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nfwFE9Y8RYA/s1600-h/CIMG1713-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044191670319734706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RgCRmVBkX7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nfwFE9Y8RYA/s200/CIMG1713-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;During MSN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;ќяίѕτάŁ™ ｨﾎｳ i jz wanna dive myself with more work...like i say not knowing is bliss says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i finish my nasi lemak liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;now i staring at my bar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i feel like eating it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;кύи™ &amp; ќяίѕτάŁ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oo don't eat it first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wait till 4pm then eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;ќяίѕτάŁ™ ｨﾎｳ how do u resist a yoghurt bar?! say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i keep thinking how good it taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;кύи™ &amp;amp; ќяίѕτάŁ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;resist the temptation for awhile more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;eat it about 2 hours later bah kk, let ur nasi lemak digest first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;ќяίѕτάŁ™ ｨﾎｳ how do u resist a yoghurt bar when its right infront of me?!?! *SCREAM* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I WANNA EATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;кύи™ &amp;amp; ќяίѕτάŁ™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kk eat bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-3040750275825417680?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3040750275825417680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=3040750275825417680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3040750275825417680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3040750275825417680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/kjoy-yoghurt-bar.html' title='Kjoy &amp; The Yoghurt Bar...'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RgCRmVBkX7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nfwFE9Y8RYA/s72-c/CIMG1713-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-8892046977439559523</id><published>2007-03-20T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:38:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf9IiVBkX5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/inUrllIBZv0/s1600-h/CIMG0729-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043829862274719634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf9IiVBkX5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/inUrllIBZv0/s200/CIMG0729-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(long long ago pic)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mk say I pose like super model but I am just hiding something on my right hand.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-8892046977439559523?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8892046977439559523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=8892046977439559523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/8892046977439559523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/8892046977439559523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/desert.html' title='Desert'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf9IiVBkX5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/inUrllIBZv0/s72-c/CIMG0729-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-7724938289607595593</id><published>2007-03-19T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:06:40.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding shoes Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf4B3DcOzgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mzCIdtF0cpY/s1600-h/CIMG1710-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043470678029684226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf4B3DcOzgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mzCIdtF0cpY/s200/CIMG1710-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf4B_TcOzhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JHqDCWOSuVA/s1600-h/CIMG1709-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043470819763605010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf4B_TcOzhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JHqDCWOSuVA/s200/CIMG1709-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally its done after running there 3-4times with over-rated expensive carpark rates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-7724938289607595593?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7724938289607595593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=7724938289607595593&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7724938289607595593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7724938289607595593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/wedding-shoes-part-iii.html' title='Wedding shoes Part III'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/Rf4B3DcOzgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mzCIdtF0cpY/s72-c/CIMG1710-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-6842528860825986856</id><published>2007-03-15T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:21:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;…hear my cries…sense my fear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now being referred to a specialist and required to do an ultrasound and more tests. I know I am clean in Jesus blood but I just couldn’t help to pause and worry about every single thing that is going to be. I thought everything is over ever since days of medication, but symptoms show otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to hold myself together, I am trying…really very hard. It is just driving me crazy and awake until 4am before my mind really shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost…my driving test is tomorrow, my wedding preparation is due on 23rd and suddenly this came into my schedule… I just couldn’t focus, I couldn’t think straight…I mean how do I stay strong? Everything is killing me bit by bit…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-6842528860825986856?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6842528860825986856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=6842528860825986856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/6842528860825986856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/6842528860825986856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-you.html' title='Did You…'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-2667147154754634040</id><published>2007-03-13T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:55:00.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Abundantly Supplies Your Every Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Philippians 4:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19And my &lt;strong&gt;God shall supply all your need&lt;/strong&gt; according &lt;strong&gt;to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are rich because as your need arises, God’s supply will be there for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like today's Word. Receive... receive... receive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-2667147154754634040?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2667147154754634040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=2667147154754634040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2667147154754634040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2667147154754634040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-abundantly-supplies-your-every-need.html' title='God Abundantly Supplies Your Every Need'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-8640030745366276823</id><published>2007-03-12T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:05:00.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food tasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brother invited me and mk for his wedding food tasting. Chinese fine dining. Food is served per portion to each individual, I think it’s more hygienic and guest doesn’t have to “snatch” food. HEHEHE. The food is delicious!!!!!!!!! I will get to eat it again 2 weeks later. MUAHAHAHA.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is @ the esplanade, my humble house. The place has very nice ambiance and a nice seaview overlooking the CBD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I stepped into esplanade, I think the feel of it have changed, the outdoor concept now feels like HongKong. Nevertheless the exciting unique kind of music a few bands played, I really hope I can just sit down to enjoy the music and joy with the crowd. I feel so difficult to express nowadays.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-8640030745366276823?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8640030745366276823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=8640030745366276823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/8640030745366276823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/8640030745366276823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/food-tasting.html' title='Food tasting'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-2339124689125038098</id><published>2007-03-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:04:12.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was doing part-time studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZe1zcOzRI/AAAAAAAAACU/_gXskiY5qwo/s1600-h/Image227-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041321111322545426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZe1zcOzRI/AAAAAAAAACU/_gXskiY5qwo/s200/Image227-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I place the mahjong table inside my room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it will start again real soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need a bloody study only table&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-2339124689125038098?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2339124689125038098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=2339124689125038098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2339124689125038098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2339124689125038098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-it-was-before-today.html' title='When I was doing part-time studies'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZe1zcOzRI/AAAAAAAAACU/_gXskiY5qwo/s72-c/Image227-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1403727425163188486</id><published>2007-03-09T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:04:41.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding shoes PART II</title><content type='html'>Sign…I went to collect my shoes once again. The new design looks weird and it is not as comfortable as the first pair. I don’t know why, partly it is because of the platform and it is very tight at the front. Causing my big toe some pain with the gap (design). So all and all I decided to take back the old design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041321759862607138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZfbjcOzSI/AAAAAAAAACc/k2YpaxGGRrE/s200/DSC00222-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The right pair (the one that I am choosing) is the first pair. The left pair is the redo pair. Didn’t really like the second pair design too, it just doesn’t look like a shoe somehow hahaha. Although the cross design is showing now…but…I don’t like it. I am quite upset cause they cannot do the design on a size 2, it just look odd. The design itself on a size 6 looks really stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing the beads. So they have to re-sew them. Instead of going sideways, I am doing a V-shape. Will post the picture once I collect them on Saturday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One thing good about the this shop is that they will redo your shoes until you are satisfied with it. I think thats pretty good service. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1403727425163188486?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1403727425163188486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1403727425163188486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1403727425163188486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1403727425163188486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/wedding-shoes-part-ii.html' title='Wedding shoes PART II'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZfbjcOzSI/AAAAAAAAACc/k2YpaxGGRrE/s72-c/DSC00222-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-7579815332507050941</id><published>2007-03-08T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:26:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you love hurting me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and don't regret when I start walking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041322459942276402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZgETcOzTI/AAAAAAAAACk/WpZJmsjuBZ8/s200/Image205-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(this was taken @ sumsung sky diving event 2004 - Marina South)&lt;/span&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/24227070-7579815332507050941?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7579815332507050941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=7579815332507050941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7579815332507050941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/7579815332507050941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-love-hurting-me.html' title='you love hurting me...'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZgETcOzTI/AAAAAAAAACk/WpZJmsjuBZ8/s72-c/Image205-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-1556902736142729479</id><published>2007-03-07T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:06:02.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving test date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am afraid that I can’t pass. After so long of practicing, I still don’t have the confident. 3 more lessons to my test date, hopefully I will improve more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I have a very good teacher, he kept pin pointing my bad habits and make me practice my weak points. In hokkien terms, we call it sabo. I am so glad that he did, usually I will tell him what I can’t do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next moment, I will be driving the most difficult route, making the most difficult turns, cutting lanes at the busiest roads and the steepest slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to overdo things, even checking blind spots. I check 3 times, before turn, turning into the lane and while turning. Of cause if I pass my test, I won’t be overdoing it. I am just learning on how to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my teacher thinks that I will pass…but I still worry. +_+ And he did warn me to stay calm and not panic. Shall pray and pray and pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone needs a private teacher for learning how to drive, I don’t mind recommending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-1556902736142729479?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1556902736142729479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=1556902736142729479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1556902736142729479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/1556902736142729479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/driving-test-date.html' title='Driving test date'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-863584150577606102</id><published>2007-03-06T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:49:54.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Lemak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worse nasi lemak I ever eaten. I went to packet some foodie opposite my office building, I queue up for the Chinese mix veg rice. I saw the poster saying “every Tuesday nasi lemak”. So I order nasi lemak, the auntie ask me what I want to add. I told her I want chicken wing. She says NO MORE ALREADY and gave me some fried chicken instead. Cost me 3bucks man! Chili sucks, chicken sucks, veg sucks. Overall it doesn’t look like a nasi lemak at all…at least its still nasi lemak rice. I should have bought it from the Malay store instead. BAD LUNCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-863584150577606102?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/863584150577606102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=863584150577606102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/863584150577606102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/863584150577606102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/nasi-lemak.html' title='Nasi Lemak'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-5765321704506161459</id><published>2007-02-16T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:57:57.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They called me and told me that its ready to collect yesterday, and so I went and was caught in a traffic jam at Keppel Road for half an hour. That’s fine. Thinking that everything will be fine and one lesser thing to worry about, I was so wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I custom make my shoes! Cost me SG$170.00. The first look on my shoes, they look gorgeous!!!! Then I tried it on, I couldn’t fully test the comfort on my left foot because of the bloody blister! That’s fine, my left foot will do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, comfort level is fine but when I look at the mirror, something is not right about it. The design just looks weird, they, at first insist it’s the right design. I know it’s the right design and I choose it but the design is alittle “OFF”. After comparing my shoe and the actually design, they finally got my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they have to redo my shoes. I don’t know why that I have a feeling to give them more time to do my shoes. Still recall that I told my girlfriends, I should give them more time, if anything cocks up, and I still have a month for them. Lucky I still have a month to spare! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleahhh its so troublesome that I have to go back to International Plaza again. Parking is damn expensive man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-5765321704506161459?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5765321704506161459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=5765321704506161459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/5765321704506161459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/5765321704506161459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/wedding-shoes.html' title='Wedding shoes'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-3050357989926391565</id><published>2007-02-14T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:20:12.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day this year 2007!!!!</title><content type='html'>I like buying shoes. I spend like non-stop on shoes. My drawers are full with brand new shoes. I wore my NEW gold coloured heels today. STUPID heels are alittle loose and now my foot had a BIG PAINFUL blister! I HATE MY HEELS! Going to throw it away after tonight! Thank God, mk is coming to my rescue! Bringing me lunchie, some patting for my shoe so that it will stop rubbing and some med for my IDIOT BLISTER! That’s the damn price you pay for being VAIN! Argh!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZbTjcOzNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1V1IcLi5G7k/s1600-h/284316461l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041317224377142482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZbTjcOzNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1V1IcLi5G7k/s200/284316461l.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year Valentines day is an unusual one. I am having the dinner with 2 other couples, actually it was 3, one back out. FINE! We still have 6 of us. I love my girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! I requested for BLACK ROSE this year. I wonder if poor mk manage to find them. I think he basically called up all the florist in Singapore. MUAHAHAHA. Well I didn’t know that black roses are so hard to find in Singapore. I just like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZrJTcOzeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sTALTrwfoi4/s1600-h/CIMG1667-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041334640469528034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZrJTcOzeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sTALTrwfoi4/s200/CIMG1667-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GRILLS for the night! Poor mk (again) can’t eat ribs! I am having fun “suanning” him for the last 5days! That is because I force him to go and see a dentist and he ended up with a freaking crown! MUAHAHAHAA! No abalone for him &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZbBzcOzMI/AAAAAAAAABs/yscDmwAso38/s1600-h/733941472l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this year! I AM TAKING HIS SHARE!!!! MUAHAHAA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am going crazy in office because I am damn hungry and I need to go toilet! I CAN’T WEAR MY STUPID HEELS. Bare footie in office! WHERE IS MK?!?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-3050357989926391565?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3050357989926391565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=3050357989926391565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3050357989926391565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/3050357989926391565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-this-year-2007.html' title='Valentines day this year 2007!!!!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZbTjcOzNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1V1IcLi5G7k/s72-c/284316461l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-2446045755596079565</id><published>2007-01-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:47:35.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore is becoming cooler?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope I am not the only one feeling this. I am beginning to wear tops with long sleeve or with sleeve. Its no longer like those sunny burning hot days. The breeze is so cold, it feels like winter in Australia. Sun is shining but the air is cold. Sometimes I even wear boots to work. Soon Singapore will have snow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-2446045755596079565?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2446045755596079565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=2446045755596079565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2446045755596079565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/2446045755596079565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/singapore-is-become-cooler.html' title='Singapore is becoming cooler?'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116978248151704362</id><published>2007-01-26T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:13:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Obvious and Bitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s pretty obvious that Kun loves me more then I do. I think if not for him, this relationship will not last until today. When I am all tired of trying, I just want to let it go, and down to even cancel the wedding, he is there trying his best ways just to keep me going and resolve things that are stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very impatient person, not as if I can’t wait or to give people enough chances to realize their fault. I am impatient in not getting things done in a systematic way. If you drag anything, I will flare (this simply apply to my girls as well when they can’t make up their mind). *NOTE* Taking a long time to decide is fine, but not cannot make up your mind. I really dislike indecisive people and Kun happens to be one of them. End up I am the decision maker, which sometimes make me look like the “bad person” in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bitch about people but what I bitch is different from what people bitch. Bitching is not one of my past time nor interest. I won’t criticize what people do, but I remark why they do and I respect everyone's decision because that is what they choose. Unlike many who like to make up stories to bitch about others or to even anyhow criticize them. I think it is fine with any remarks people made but I hope before those people make silly remarks, take a good look at themselves before they criticize others or to know what is real before they even talk about that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot judge someone by a few incidents. Even if you dislike someone (hence you bitch about him/her), open your hearts for gateway. I hope people will open their hearts to understand that everyone is different and unique in their own ways. If you cannot get along with that person, it simply explains that there is no common interest hence the lack of friendship bondage. If people want to keep the friendship, accept one another differences. This way, this world won’t have so much hate or dislike floating around. I just hope that it will be a wonderful place to live in with more love. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116978248151704362?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116978248151704362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116978248151704362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116978248151704362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116978248151704362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/obvious-and-bitching.html' title='The Obvious and Bitching'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116969213860196334</id><published>2007-01-25T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:31:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad for intention and real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my lovely girls, Lynn, wanted to check out New Creation after a short conversation. I wonder why she wanted to though, maybe this is part of His plan. Lynn asks me what will the topic be? I told her, you won’t know, sometimes the Pastor won’t know either until the very morning. So excited about it, I think I just miss The Word too much but thank God for daily devotion from the new website. Now I can at least read and receive at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tight and busy schedule didn’t spare me even after church service. Have to explore some “land” in Singapore for my outdoor shooting. Personally I like desert, but closest I can find is a construction site. Isn’t that the place with most sandy stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe… I know I have to drop that idea so I think I am going for some with rocks. Like huge dusty rocks with some dry grass or greens, and with a sunset. I don’t mind a old rotting ship by the bay too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok get to work get to work!! You little worm…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116969213860196334?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116969213860196334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116969213860196334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116969213860196334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116969213860196334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/glad-for-intention-and-real.html' title='Glad for intention and real'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116901479908272297</id><published>2007-01-17T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:20:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner then I expected…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow its just 5+months away from my wedding. Time really flies. Been really busy during the holiday period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wake up for service on Christmas Eve. I wake up at around 12+pm. I really had fun with my girls and their partners on our little private Christmas celebration. We had a group from M hotel, service is quite bad when I make my reservations but fortunately the room is surprisingly big and cozy with a nice sea view. Every one did our part by buying food and snacks. My job is to book the room and early check in and when they ask me to buy chips, I swing them off as I was too pissed off with the hotel’s service earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dine prepared mee hoon and wings (tasty), 1 Martell and mixers&lt;br /&gt;- Joey fruits and chocolates, 1 red wine&lt;br /&gt;- Lynn salad and Bernard self made sandwich (tasty)&lt;br /&gt;- Myself, 3 wines and some extra snacks from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dine brought the Uno Jenga, its really fun. I have never try it in my life and its especially exciting to play when you had loads of drinks. Anyway it was a crazy night, I was sleeping in the toilet. When I wake up in the morning, I realize I have 6 bruises on my legs. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot Luck just before New Year with the WoWers. I am glad that I met another brother in Christ playing WoW. Pot Luck ended up having too much food. Leon’s dog is very very cute and he even know how to play dead. Why my Ted so stupid? I really like Leon’s place, specially the living room’s concept. Clean cut yet modern. I am quite bias actually cause I am a fan of whites with orange and red plus lights with a mini cozy bar. Semi soundproof room for ktv session. My ideal place is similar to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that week and today… I have been running back to the bridal shop several times, choosing gown and such. I have decided to just choose off the rack although my package is made to measure. Simply too lazy to think of the design and stuffs and I am quite happy with the gowns that I chosen there. Went to custom make my shoes too, and it cost me S170, according to my gfs, they say it’s quite reasonable. Oh well, anyway I can’t find a size 3 wedding shoe too. Zzzz….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding draws near to date, more and more things are sitting sides getting ready to get settled. Still deciding on the honeymoon trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March driving test date, I told my teacher that I really don’t have confidence to pass. My driving sucks, especially turning right, always cut into another lane or too near to the right. My teacher has been pretty strict on me and always tab on my mistakes specially stop line, I always tend to forget to stop and just drive off without any cars on coming. And I also have problems cutting from right lane to left lane when its heavy traffic, the cars just won’t let me pass!!!!! I will just leave everything in His hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116901479908272297?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116901479908272297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116901479908272297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116901479908272297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116901479908272297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/sooner-then-i-expected.html' title='Sooner then I expected…'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116659236094161280</id><published>2006-12-20T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:26:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Decided to open my mouth to ask for additional bonus this year. My bosses are being so kind and nice to me. So they decided to give extra bonus this year! I don’t know where I got the courage from, to be able to ask for extra bonus, but, Jesus must have love me so much that I have so much favor at work! Even that I am always late for work and forgetful, my bosses still likes me. I really thank Jesus for everything!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116659236094161280?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116659236094161280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116659236094161280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116659236094161280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116659236094161280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-blessed.html' title='So Blessed'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116495395636762068</id><published>2006-12-01T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:19:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe! I am so blessed! SO favored! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss told me, since today is your birthday, you may go off work earlier. Go off at 3 or 4 and enjoy yourself! Wooot!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116495395636762068?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116495395636762068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116495395636762068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116495395636762068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116495395636762068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/12/blessed-birthday.html' title='Blessed Birthday!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116435688518398049</id><published>2006-11-24T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:29:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus… I belong to You… You are the reason that I live… the reason that I sing~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felt like as if it is God calling for me to come back. Many times I wanted to come back to church but somehow something will stop me, be it my mind or other issues. I miss the warm welcome feeling in church, in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing the Holy Spirit renewing me…I feel the peace. Specially my driving lessons. I was very terrible in learning, very slow because I am afraid. One fine day, just half hour before the lesson begin, I slept in Kun’s car. Before sleeping, I pray to God, God please teach me how to drive, I drove like an idiot and I feel very stress. Please help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sleep, I felt like I was driving, not the way I learn but I drive normally and I can feel the brakes, the changing gear feeling and things like that. After I wake up, I feel so fresh, and I went for my lesson and it was like prefect, just one mistake. Then I wonder if it was God, must have been Him, even my teacher thought that I was secretly driving Kun’s car without license. I just couldn’t resist the smile just because He still loves me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning… Kun’s relative suffers from a stroke and is still in hospital. I wanted to help and pray for him but I know it is not possible because he doesn’t believe in my Jesus. I pray in the car for don’t know how to pray for the sickness when Kun was driving me to work. The more I pray the more restless I become. Suddenly I feel sad and worried and I couldn’t go on. I start asking why to myself. No reply too. Slowly I start to doze off and I didn’t want to and I heard… rest. I have the same feeling in my sleep when I was praying for my driving! It’s like the renewing in me dwelling in me again! I just couldn’t explain how warm it felt, I feel like I am home. In that short sleep, I pray for the sick to go for this is not a curse land anymore. I wish everything would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside world is so cold…. I hope everyone will believe in Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116435688518398049?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116435688518398049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116435688518398049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116435688518398049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116435688518398049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/jesus-i-belong-to-you-you-are-reason.html' title='Jesus… I belong to You… You are the reason that I live… the reason that I sing~~'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116426106921273082</id><published>2006-11-23T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:53:40.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Bakery - RotiTiam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZmjDcOzbI/AAAAAAAAADk/25F6swk5tT0/s1600-h/rotitiam-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041329585293020594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZmjDcOzbI/AAAAAAAAADk/25F6swk5tT0/s320/rotitiam-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116426106921273082?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116426106921273082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116426106921273082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116426106921273082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116426106921273082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/singapore-bakery-rotitiam.html' title='Singapore Bakery - RotiTiam'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZmjDcOzbI/AAAAAAAAADk/25F6swk5tT0/s72-c/rotitiam-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116424886252563206</id><published>2006-11-23T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:27:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the develop photos auntie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep forgetting to bring the Hong Kong trip CD with me. Very much wanting to write down what I saw and experience before memories fade again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jurong to develop the pictures I took in Hong Kong in CD form. Ask Kun to search for the Konica shop or Fuji shop because I never like Kodak even though their paper quality is better. Search for about half an hour or so, couldn’t find the shop I use to develop anymore and the next available one is Kodak. FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “Auntie, I want to develop photos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “Ok CD or thumb drive?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “CD. How much you charge per photo?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “Standard lor, 30cents each.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “Where got so expensive one? I got 228 photos you know! You sure this is the price?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “Ya everyone develop 30cents”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “No lor, you don’t anyhow charge. I have so many photos, I am sure it can be done at a cheaper price lor. Last time I develop also not so expensive.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “Other people develop 500 photos, we also charge 30cents”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “So? That is other people. I never develop so expensive before lor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “No choice leh, standard one. I also cannot do much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “I am only willing to develop one for 20cents lor. 30cents is too expensive lor. You want anot?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “20cents ah? Cannot leh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “Ok lor then I don’t want. Anyhow charge 30cents”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “Wait wait, I call my boss.”&lt;br /&gt;A: “Hello boss, 20cents each for 228 photos you want to do anot?”&lt;br /&gt;A: “Eh girl, sat take ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: “Sat no lah, where got work? Ask me come all the way again to take the photo. Fri ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: “ok”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I save $22.80 for a short conversation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116424886252563206?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116424886252563206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116424886252563206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116424886252563206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116424886252563206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-of-develop-photos-auntie.html' title='Story of the develop photos auntie'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116226342698948738</id><published>2006-10-31T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:57:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A test of love, faith, patience, endurance, discipline etc…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next year I am going to take my degree and I have a 2 options. Either to work and study part time in Singapore or to totally leave this place and head to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t know if going to Australia will be a good idea. Duration is about 2years and poor Kun will have to live lonely during. With some of his family, relatives and friends over in Australia, I am quite temped to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I am no longer young at heart. I might just spend more then 2years finishing the degree program. I also don’t know if I am determining enough to take these steps. I will miss my family, friends plus teddy and with this kind of emotions, I don’t know if this could take me there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116226342698948738?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116226342698948738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116226342698948738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116226342698948738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116226342698948738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/test-of-love-faith-patience-endurance.html' title='A test of love, faith, patience, endurance, discipline etc…'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-116010887267648403</id><published>2006-10-06T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:27:52.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Every Friday</title><content type='html'>is my learning to drive day! Today is my 3rd lesson and I am going to the roads!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-116010887267648403?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116010887267648403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=116010887267648403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116010887267648403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/116010887267648403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/every-friday.html' title='Every Friday'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115733989986441854</id><published>2006-09-04T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:18:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it really feel when you are trying hard to be happy…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am trying very hard, I mean real hard. The stress and pressure is just too great to be even at the edge of happiness. All my friends and family member won’t know the frustration that is build inside me. How is it to feel frustrated, anger, upset and hurt all at the same time? Need to let out!! Like smashing watermelons with a hammer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I pass my advance theory test? I don’t even feel the excitement in it. Now I am thinking real hard whether to take school or private for my practical. Another race against time!!!! So many things to do around this time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a busy month! Maybe that’s the extra stress and pressure that’s causing me to such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe that I can be not feeling well on Friday and its following Sunday! I need a new body! Getting sick too often! Oh boy, the body is just aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;John 14:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiteestate.org/books/da/da73.html"&gt;http://www.whiteestate.org/books/da/da73.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115733989986441854?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115733989986441854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115733989986441854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115733989986441854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115733989986441854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-does-it-really-feel-when-you-are.html' title='How does it really feel when you are trying hard to be happy…'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115638739543736322</id><published>2006-08-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:44:48.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - tellingthem to help themselves to hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eyeing each other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't let the cups drive you... enjoy the coffee instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115638739543736322?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115638739543736322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115638739543736322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115638739543736322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115638739543736322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/coffee-and-life_115638739543736322.html' title='Coffee and Life'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115578013798653390</id><published>2006-08-17T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:49:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZlpTcOzaI/AAAAAAAAADc/qJhxJBo3ZTI/s1600-h/kjoy+with+rap-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041328593155575202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZlpTcOzaI/AAAAAAAAADc/qJhxJBo3ZTI/s320/kjoy+with+rap-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This mount is my good servant, black war raptor. I grin for months to rank Lieutenant General just to get her. She is such a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/kjoy%20with%20rap.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115578013798653390?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115578013798653390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115578013798653390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115578013798653390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115578013798653390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/game-play.html' title='Game play'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZlpTcOzaI/AAAAAAAAADc/qJhxJBo3ZTI/s72-c/kjoy+with+rap-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115571410941769921</id><published>2006-08-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:45:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special love love and thanks thanks!</title><content type='html'>Special thanks to a lot of my friends who supported me by buying tickets and tours from me. I know many of my friends love me. Thank you all so much for supporting and also recommended more friends to buy from me. I really appreciate that you guys remember considering me when it comes to travel. Love love to all of you~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;blood sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who had recommended her boss to buy her Bangkok trip from me. And also her in laws group traveling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bernadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(who had purchase her Bangkok trip from me with her family and also help me distribute my name cards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Bernadine recommendation, who had purchase a few tickets to Bangkok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lynn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(endless group recommendation and also help me distribute my name cards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(who previously got conned by booking air tickets and hotel herself, who is SHOULD be going bkk with me this Dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who always purchase his traveling tickets for his company trips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Siong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(who is going to purchase his China trip from me in Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lishan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(who had purchase Phuket trip (with her boyfriend), whose brother is a frequent flyer and also purchase tickets to London (business class) for her parents from me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Reuben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who had purchase Koh Samui air tickets and a domestic flight in USA from me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Arpita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who is my colleague, going to Male this Sept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who had recommend to her colleague for flights to Australia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(who is going to pass my name card to his company person in charge of travel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special love to those that I forget to mention here!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t have many good friends, but I thank God that He sent all these people around me to support me. Many thanks to all who supported me and hope lovely people to continue supporting me! And recommend more friends to me!! Special love love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115571410941769921?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115571410941769921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115571410941769921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115571410941769921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115571410941769921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/special-love-love-and-thanks-thanks.html' title='Special love love and thanks thanks!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115518715452652601</id><published>2006-08-10T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:19:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is my flat tummy? sob...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I were to say that I am fat, everyone laugh at me. Ok, I know I am damn slim or rather skinny but I am eating so much. I eat more then a normal guy. I just can’t resist food, keep eating and eating and eating and once I am hungry…I simple eat like I haven’t had food for 10years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very bad. I can feel that my body is not burning as fast as before. I am getting &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;WRONG PLACES&lt;/strong&gt; like my tummy. Omg, it just keep getting bigger and bigger. I feel miserable, my jeans are damn tight, and I can’t wear my mini skirts anymore they don’t fit anymore. Nowadays I have to wear decent, tops that cover my tummy unlike those days when I am so proud of my &lt;em&gt;FLAT tummy.&lt;/em&gt; Help……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I am doing sit up, increase 2 sit up everytime. I need to look good on my wedding day, I know its still one year away BUT one year is not a long time!!! It’s going to be &lt;strong&gt;SO BUSY&lt;/strong&gt; especially the house will take up a lot of time!!!! &lt;strong&gt;TUMMY PLEASE GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115518715452652601?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115518715452652601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115518715452652601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115518715452652601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115518715452652601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-is-my-flat-tummy-sob.html' title='where is my flat tummy? sob...'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115466282752560710</id><published>2006-08-04T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:26:23.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God loves me and bless me with the following in Jesus name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Favor in work &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(been good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Better business in the company &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(still praying – want to market it into a bigger hub, bigger chain, more well known)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Friends who are never ending concern about me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(been very good – they love, care, always stand by, a phone call away, tolerate my bad temper, tolerate my bad mood swing everytime, entertain me when I am bored, listen to my problems, help in whatever ways they can, for me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Family bonding &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(been very good – finally able to communicate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Financial &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(still praying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Food &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(been good – want to eat more good food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Driving License &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(still praying – need to pass)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) New house&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(still praying - really need the space I needed, feeling very frustrated)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) A good maid &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(still praying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Cockroaches stay far from me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(still praying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Lifting up my spirit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(been so so – want to feel lighter and happier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Emotions &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(still praying – need to have a better control of my temper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Clear headed when situation arrives&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(been not too bad – want to be able to think right and logical and stand for my own rights)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Humans relation &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(been not too bad – need more favor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Love and secure &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(been so so – need more love from friends and family and need to feel secure in terms of financial for now and future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Size 3 shoes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(been not too bad – want more outlets selling size 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Doctors &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(been very good – I found a great GP who is very patience with me and a good laser doctor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Health &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(been so so – need more time to rest, need a better body)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Purpose &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(still praying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20) Further Studies &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(still praying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Too many to list…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to describe the feeling I am having now? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PROBLEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) Life is full of surprise (sometimes good, sometimes bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solution: Actually good and bad surprises will serve their purpose someday, if not it won’t happen right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) I have high expectation of myself and when I can’t achieve it, I feel so damn lousy. As if I am good for nothing, a waste on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Solution: Everyone have different mission in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) A little aimless now, losing my directions as a whole. Basically don’t know what I REALLY want and what is really BEST for me. Sometimes it might appear that it is best for person (A) but doesn’t mean that it is best for me. But I will still envy what person (A) has best for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Solution: None yet. Maybe I should leave everything to Jesus…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) Trying very hard to make it in life for my family, my future kids and myself in future. Still seriously considering of having a kid in future, I am afraid that I cannot provide what he/she needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solution: Jesus?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) Worries… tones of them… I just can’t get my brain to rest for just a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Solution: None yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6) Backache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Solution: Doctor told me to exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7) New house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Solution: None yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8) I miss Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Solution: Pray more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9) Last but not least… HOW to leave everything into Jesus hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Solution: Pray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115466282752560710?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115466282752560710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115466282752560710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115466282752560710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115466282752560710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-life.html' title='My life...'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115345521096736065</id><published>2006-07-21T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:13:30.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Final Theory</title><content type='html'>Only 4 days to prepare and of cause I fail!!! Now I gona wait for one month plus for another test date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115345521096736065?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115345521096736065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115345521096736065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115345521096736065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115345521096736065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-theory.html' title='Final Theory'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115284526647681064</id><published>2006-07-14T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:56:52.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Basic Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went for my second basic theory test yesterday. Its so advance now comparing to the first time I took the test. Everything is computerise and you can know the results straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I took my basic was in Queenstown, now obviously I didn't pass if not I wouldn't mention second time. Anyway its was about 5-6 years old, I actually forget my test day. I was on the train home after work and my girlfriend called me on my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: "Hey Kris, Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "On the train...heading home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: "Why are you heading home?! I am waiting at the test centre for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why are you there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: "For the test!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Its tomorrow not today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: "Its today!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Omg! Are you sure?! I haven’t even started reading it! Be there soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Girlfriend Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what happened for the first test. Second test, which was yesterday, I was nearly late for it and ya, normally I never like to be late for any test or exams. The last time I was late for my exams is because I forgotten to bring my IC so I have to rush back. Anyway this time round I make sure that everything is with me and I head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like those days when you use a pencil to colour the circle anymore. Its all touch screen and some questions have mini video too. Anyway, I think they didn't clean the screen properly or my fingers are not human like, its so difficult to point my mouse to *next question*. The ending part always ask you *Are you sure you want to end the test?* and I click *No* three times. HEHE...typical student because I don't want to fail. Actually I still want to go through the questions until the time is up but I got so fed up with the bloody touch screen, I finally selected *Yes* and I pass!!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115284526647681064?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115284526647681064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115284526647681064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115284526647681064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115284526647681064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/basic-theory.html' title='Basic Theory'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115276175210379160</id><published>2006-07-13T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:47:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear Raisin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZk1zcOzZI/AAAAAAAAADU/XdUBl_vuo7c/s1600-h/untitled-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041327708392312210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZk1zcOzZI/AAAAAAAAADU/XdUBl_vuo7c/s320/untitled-1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;My dear Raisin, had pass away last night. She is very black and brown on her paws and around her eyes. At times she is very notti, kicking all her paper litter out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG0543-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and sometimes turn over her new hay basket. Sometimes she will rest her front hands on the hay basket to reach higher. She loves vegetable stick (her fav snack), that little stick on second floor. She is picky with her food all because of us and she will pick out those nuts and fruits and leave the rest sitting there. Her fav in the food tray is the dried banana. She likes to push that wooden ball I bought for her. This is her new cage, her old cage is too small for her and she simply loves it. When she &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG0543-1.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is still &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZkJDcOzXI/AAAAAAAAADE/-YJh-y8tc4k/s1600-h/CIMG0543-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041326939593166194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZkJDcOzXI/AAAAAAAAADE/-YJh-y8tc4k/s200/CIMG0543-11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;staying at her old cage, she will try to come out, hate to go back and sometimes she will try to escape and hide under the table or sofa (biting wire). Now with the cage, when i bring her out, she will try to run back in her cage and refuse to come out. I build that second panel for her. At first she wasn't sure what it was for, until i bring her up and put her fav snack on top and as time pass by, it became her relaxing corner. The green tray is the second tray I bought for her, the first one was an orange but it was too small for her. Raisin is alot happier with this cage and became friendly to me. She will sniff my hand and fingers, the first time she bite me. I was very angry cause she thinks that my finger is her food. After that I close the cage door very loud and hit the cage, and scold her, SO NOTTI. After that, she never bite me anymore. She sniff and lick my hand and fingers then to her bowl of foodie. Whereas, she still continue biting Kun's finger. Everytime I wanna walk to my room, i will pass by Raisin and she will come forward. And sometimes i will disturb her by spraying some water on her, she got angry and face her back towards me. After a few sayang on her head, she is a happy bunny again. Good bye my dear Raisin, I will miss you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115276175210379160?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115276175210379160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115276175210379160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115276175210379160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115276175210379160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dear-raisin_13.html' title='My dear Raisin'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZk1zcOzZI/AAAAAAAAADU/XdUBl_vuo7c/s72-c/untitled-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115259264141149207</id><published>2006-07-11T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:37:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really hate amk!</title><content type='html'>and nothing can be done. Just keep yelling, screaming and complaining bitch. Still nothing can be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115259264141149207?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115259264141149207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115259264141149207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115259264141149207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115259264141149207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-hate-amk.html' title='I really hate amk!'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115223773302568425</id><published>2006-07-07T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:02:13.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Lucky draw</title><content type='html'>Not long ago we have decided to sign up the hotel package and it entitled us for lucky draw. We won second price!! That is 2nights stay in Hong Kong (can’t they just add in the air tickets as well *pout*).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115223773302568425?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115223773302568425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115223773302568425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115223773302568425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115223773302568425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/lucky-draw.html' title='Lucky draw'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115215766278153354</id><published>2006-07-06T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:52:54.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have decided after a long thought that I should not buy a solitale diamond ring. Firstly, it’s too outstanding for my tiny slim fingers and hence I also don’t want people to gossip about me. I also foresee myself that I will not wear a big diamond ring everyday and it will just end up collecting dust. So my final decision is not to buy such an expensive ring that doesn’t suits me. Instead purchase a matching ring for both of us as per so call wedding band. In this way I can wear the ring everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, I have completed all the purchasing of rings. From wedding band to “for fun ring”. Since I am not buying an expensive ring now, I have more budgets to get a ring for pampering. I chosen the 3 diamonds ring, the diamonds are not too focus on one and it’s spread out. So it makes it look more even when I am wearing it. But on Sunday, when I was at my parent’s place, my hand accidentally hit the table and it also hit my ring… so hard that the one side of the crown is broken. The right diamond fell and now its being sent for repair. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding bands just arrive the day before yesterday but I didn’t have time to collect it still. This month had been busy with friends, work, housework, movies, sleep, new car, planning traveling, trying so hard to order my stupid seal and just whole load of shite to be done first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal ring also had been sent for resizing. Imagine running to so many places everyday, time consuming. Buy so much yet see nothing yet. Zzzzz…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th I have my basic driving test and then I have to go to CK birthday party on 15th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really wanna have some time on the bed and watch some tv after a nice dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115215766278153354?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115215766278153354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115215766278153354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115215766278153354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115215766278153354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115167808803708718</id><published>2006-06-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:56:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Annivesary Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=30762858" quality="high" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/=a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115167808803708718?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115167808803708718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115167808803708718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115167808803708718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115167808803708718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-annivesary-eve_30.html' title='Happy Annivesary Eve'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115035343775155105</id><published>2006-06-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:40:53.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hum story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My colleague and I went Jurong for lunch because she has the car today. So I went and order my lunch, laska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told the Uncle: Uncle, laska no hum (cockles in hokkien), thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then he shouted, Laksa Mai Char bor! (It means don’t want woman! Hum also means pussy in hokkien!) ARGH… so embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115035343775155105?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115035343775155105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115035343775155105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115035343775155105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115035343775155105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/hum-story.html' title='The hum story'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-115000832093847228</id><published>2006-06-11T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:45:20.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When destiny and wish collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here I am sitting by every monitor writing my destiny and wishes. Why does my heart sink when facing destiny? Helpless… I feel like bursting into tears. I can’t remember when is the last time feeling so helpless and sunken, perhaps my life style really change a lot or perhaps I am taking things too hard like I used to. Is it one of those depressions again? Still sitting here doing some soul searching, figuring. Rain didn’t make the day look groovy. Tired but unwilling to put everything aside. Is it time to give it all up? Am I the iceberg or have I sink into the waters before I could even swim? Have I really decided on what has been done? Or am I forcing myself all these while? Has everything been made prototype? Even the music seems so heavy today. Everything is so still. When will the entire running stop or must I wait till time stop? Is this another growing? Reflections reflections…I really need some now…I can’t sleep every night, thinking of where, when, what, why, how…skipping each reflects effect of one another and it only brings more thoughts. It won’t and will never end. Naked truths not with my naked eyes……..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-115000832093847228?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115000832093847228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=115000832093847228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115000832093847228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/115000832093847228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-destiny-and-wish-collide.html' title='When destiny and wish collide'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114982032588868358</id><published>2006-06-09T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:48:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check up due</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its finally Friday and rainy. Hmmm… I never like rainy days even thought it will be cool to be sleeping at home. You can't do your laundry, everything around you is wet, and all you can do is stay indoors and more indoors. Had a terrible headache yesterday, this problem always hang around me. First it starts with a slight headache, then slowly it became worse then gastric, after that I start vomit. Sounds like I have been poison or something, but well, I am quite used to this sickness routine and of cause even thought then, I won’t want it to happen so often. Just last night I took 2 pan&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/kittens.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/200/kittens.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adol extra and my flu medicine given by my doctor, and I had a good sleep with my 2 new kittens watching me. (this picture is taken by dine where she spotted them selling in another outlet) =P I woke up late this morning, about 8.20am, lazing and tossing around and finally manage to get my ass up working towards shower. Slowly the pain in my tumm&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y is getting worse, it must have been the medicine last night that is causing me gastric this morning. Couldn’t take it anymore, took antacid. Argh, I really hate this medicine routine, it’s like a whole cycle of encountering side effects of one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow morning I will be having my general check up. Well I haven’t had myself “checked” before so God bless me. It’s quite irritating that I must stop having food and water after 10pm the night before (which is tonight). ZZZ… so I guess I better sleep at 10pm, if not I will real hungry at night and then I can’t sleep with an empty tummy. Argh, I just wanna get this all done once and for all!!!!! At the same time, of cause I am quite worried about my health but I should leave everything in His hands. Easy said then done. Aiya just pray and God knows what to do!! Anyway its all pre plan, so what’s the point of worrying outcome? But then again, I still worry. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;GOD PLEASE GUIDE ME and FREE ME FROM ALL STRESS AND WORRIES!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114982032588868358?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114982032588868358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114982032588868358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114982032588868358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114982032588868358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/check-up-due.html' title='Check up due'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114966599227936051</id><published>2006-06-07T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:34:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So happy that my Amex gold card is finally here. A lot of us are quite against Amex, because it’s not very worldwide. Unfortunately, I will be using it for getting krisflyers mileages. Well quite happy about it because for the past many years, I have been using DBS debit card which I think its more then enough for me. You don’t owe the bank anything yet you can use it like a credit card, only thing is that, it does not have this point systems whereby I can link this up with that to get some freebies. Like many thinking that having a credit card is a WOW thing, factually I personally think having a debit card is a WOW thing because credit limit is base on your savings. Lets say you have 30k in your bank, so your credit limit for your debit card is 30k, instead of the double salary credit limit. Alright guess from now on, I will have to try to use my Amex more often so that I don’t lose out on any mileages. Or will there be anyone whois kind enough to sponsor my trip every year? *fat hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right… I came back from Bangkok again. This trip is solely showing my parents around. Tiring trip, didn’t enjoy much, after all I am just there to be so call “tour guide”. But still I get to do some shopping and top up my miserable wardrobe. Can’t believe that my sister has been pestering me to go again in Dec. Gosh… God knows how many times I have gone Bangkok!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/obasan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZiHDcOzVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HRf_QOJr-Jg/s1600-h/obasan-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041324706210172242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZiHDcOzVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HRf_QOJr-Jg/s200/obasan-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… made a new pair of glasses before I went Bangkok in Causeway Point. (transition lens – meaning it will automatically transform into sunglass when in contact with UV rays). Something new, plastic flame, red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm… I look like an obasan (おばさん)… hmmm… no comments…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114966599227936051?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114966599227936051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114966599227936051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114966599227936051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114966599227936051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-updates.html' title='A few updates'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZiHDcOzVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HRf_QOJr-Jg/s72-c/obasan-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114860947611434283</id><published>2006-05-26T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:13:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code – UNTWISTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/Jesuscross.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/200/Jesuscross.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I simple had no interest in this book. I read 3 pages and I stop at the earlier days. Hence went and watch the movie thinking it will just summarize the whole book for me and getting an idea on what on earth is this author trying to prove. The movie turn out to be a comedy for me but yet wasted my 2 hours of time on earth. Certain parts sound some untruth shots, which I find it hilarious on how he had come across such idea. By the way I got this link from my secondary school friend via email, hesitating for a few mins wondering if I should open up the link for its subject is “Davinci Code uncoded”. Well well… here is the link after opening up the mail and it really really come to my surprise that it was not what I imagine it to be. Good work done by whoever done this. There is certain questions post and it replied from the bible. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;JESUS LOVES US!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/dvc/cinema.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/dvc/cinema.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114860947611434283?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114860947611434283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114860947611434283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114860947611434283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114860947611434283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code-untwisted.html' title='The Da Vinci Code – UNTWISTED'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114749805271592228</id><published>2006-05-13T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:51:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles &amp; Keith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG1028-1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/320/CIMG1028-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 0%. This is my fav pair of all. Too pretty to wear them. Can't bear to step on it. I realise all my shoes are mostly from Charles &amp; Keith. Sadly, most of the time shoes outside doesn't fix my feet because my feet size is 3!! YES 3!!! Horrible small feet and C&amp;amp;K is the only shoe outlet has size 3! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG1030-1.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/200/CIMG1030-1.5.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG1027-1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/200/CIMG1027-1.3.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG1026.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/200/CIMG1026.2.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% of the time 10% of the time 20% of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG1030-1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/CIMG1028-1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114749805271592228?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114749805271592228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114749805271592228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114749805271592228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114749805271592228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/charles-keith.html' title='Charles &amp; Keith'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114732866405529243</id><published>2006-05-11T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:36:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those sins that I have done…&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t wish to be in resulting sins&lt;br /&gt;I am so lead on&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop in time, I just can’t,&lt;br /&gt;Weakness of my flesh temple holds, I fail…&lt;br /&gt;Results of sins,&lt;br /&gt;I fear and fear.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is all that pops outa my contradict&lt;br /&gt;My heart fell&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty…&lt;br /&gt;The guilt is driving&lt;br /&gt;With my fear…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest my dear, Rest my dear is all that I am hearing…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114732866405529243?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114732866405529243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114732866405529243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114732866405529243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114732866405529243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-fear.html' title='I fear'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114722794046711944</id><published>2006-05-10T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:32:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-hour lunch yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My colleague and me can make the worse employee ever. Went Jurong East for lunch cause she drives and we are kinda sick of the foodie in Atrim. We went the kopitiam in Jurong East Entertainment Centre, the food there is not fantastic but still taste much better then the ones in International Business Park. After eating we went for some gummy candies that took us about 20mins, basically, we are just taking our own sweet time. We went to the bank and walk around then I decided to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/200/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go popular bookstore as I keep forgetting to buy white board markers. On the way there, I walk into a hair accessories shop to look for some clips and got myself a funny looking clip. It looks ugly by itself, but after trying it on my hair, it kinda suits me. Obviously, when two ladies are looking at clips, it takes forever! Anyway, so after spending a long time in that shop, we decided to stay objective: head to popular. Bought 45 dollars worth of stationeries. During the whole process, its so funny that my colleague and me keep reminding ourselves to stay objective and well… we all know its just too easy to get distracted along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps this speaks about life, objective: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;, along the way too many &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;distractions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114722794046711944?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114722794046711944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114722794046711944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114722794046711944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114722794046711944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-hour-lunch-yesterday.html' title='3-hour lunch yesterday'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114681954083347577</id><published>2006-05-05T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:02:24.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you at the right place???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother, may I ask you some questions?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why son, is there something bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do camels have humps?&lt;br /&gt;Well son, we are desert animals, we need the humps to store water and we are known to survive without water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, then why are our legs long and our feet rounded?&lt;br /&gt;Son, obviously they are meant for walking in the desert better than anyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, then why are our eyelashes long? Sometimes it bothers my sight.&lt;br /&gt;My son, those long thick eyelashes are your protective cover. They help to protect your eyes from the desert sand and wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see. So the hump is to store water when we are in the desert, the legs are for walking through the desert and these eyelashes protect my eyes from the desert sand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more question Mother…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/why%20are%20we%20at%20the%20zoo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/400/why%20are%20we%20at%20the%20zoo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills, knowledge, abilities and experiences are only useful if you are at the right place!&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114681954083347577?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114681954083347577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114681954083347577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114681954083347577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114681954083347577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-at-right-place.html' title='Are you at the right place???'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114619442181146881</id><published>2006-04-28T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:20:21.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These few days are really very terrible for me. I feel like a zombie. Tuesday night fall sick, took some panadols hoping the next day after some sleep, fever will be gone but not only that it did not go away, it become worst. Cold become worse, fever then sore throat. Report for MC on Wednesday, went to see doctor, he say I caught a virus. Sighs, who in the hell got virus should stay at home and stop spreading to innocent people like me. Well well… rest one whole day on Wednesday, came Thursday, I am not recovering. I feel like dying. Can’t breath, can’t find the strength to walk or to stand. Sat in the shower. Drag myself to do everything, feels like I only have limited strength to spare. Today… feeling a lot better!!!! Sick is not a funny matter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to go Bernadine’s house tomorrow for some Japanese cooking and Sunday to wild wild wet. Part time maid is coming on Sunday 10am. There is a bit of crash, but I back off the www because I don’t wanna get another flu again. So best is to get some rest and stay indoor for a while. Instead of going to Bernadine’s place to cook, I suggest my gfs to come my place to mahjong instead. HEHEHE. Heard that this Joey just master it, so let her pay some lesson fees. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114619442181146881?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114619442181146881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114619442181146881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114619442181146881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114619442181146881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-sick.html' title='Very sick'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114558569894220469</id><published>2006-04-21T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:14:58.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time really past so fast. Only realize it when I break the news of getting married soon (not very soon also). My brother’s wife already starts congratulating me, which I find it ridiculous. Well we never know what will happen between now to the actual day, maybe one of us drop out or whatever it’s going to be. So I really don’t see a point in congratulating me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation of getting around it can really drain your time and energy away. Getting hotel quotes here and there etc. When my guest list only hits about 100pax, seems like it’s a fairly difficult choice. Only when upon look out, which made me realize how expensive a wedding can be. Sometimes I don’t feel very encourage to hold the wedding, as for now, I am counting loses on my banquet. How sad but true (certain extend). Actually plans was just to have a dinner buffet for the ROM to take place but, the cost of the buffet is not much different from a wedding banquet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look at some rings yesterday, as my girlfriend was commenting that my wedding rings are way too expensive. I know it’s the designer vs the non designer, but it’s a lifetime ring, I might just follow as planed. My ring alone will cost about $4,000 (to some its reasonable, to others its totally a waste of money), whereas with this amount I can get better diamonds at this Lee Hwa. The designs at Lee Hwa are not very fantastic, it didn’t catch my eye like the one I spotted years ago. Right, I think I should make a trip to really see my dream rings to calculate my loses again. =(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114558569894220469?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114558569894220469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114558569894220469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114558569894220469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114558569894220469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/preparation.html' title='Preparation'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114429282504255194</id><published>2006-04-06T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:22:53.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning label</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="12" width="300" border="1"  style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:42;color:black;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:32;color:black;"&gt;ACHTUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:42;color:black;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:16;color:black;"&gt;kjoy may actually be a spider-human hybrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php" method="post"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your warning label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114429282504255194?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114429282504255194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114429282504255194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114429282504255194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114429282504255194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/warning-label.html' title='Warning label'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114414201787123975</id><published>2006-04-04T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:30:11.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZg_zcOzUI/AAAAAAAAACs/5HhMnKXXri4/s1600-h/DSC00043-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041323482144492866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZg_zcOzUI/AAAAAAAAACs/5HhMnKXXri4/s200/DSC00043-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pass Pass. Green container. Looks like some mint sweet. Today my sweet colleague, walk over to my desk at 2+pm telling me how much she is loving this Indian sweet and ask me to try. So without hesitation, took a little and put in straight into my mouth. Believe me, the “taste is like very Indian”. (No offence ok) It’s just like an Indian eating some Chinese sweet, they will go “taste very Chinese”, know what I mean? Well…obviously I can’t adapt to it in one sec, I have to drown the sweet in my mouth. In another hand, my colleague who is an Indian loves this sweet. Hmm… we all still love our race foodie don’t we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture by: Sony Ericsson k750i at my colleague's desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114414201787123975?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114414201787123975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114414201787123975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114414201787123975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114414201787123975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/indian-sweet.html' title='Indian sweet'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wiITN2VXVYo/RfZg_zcOzUI/AAAAAAAAACs/5HhMnKXXri4/s72-c/DSC00043-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114379455728523230</id><published>2006-03-31T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:44:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints In The Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/footprints.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/400/footprints.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always remember this in your heart~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114379455728523230?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114379455728523230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114379455728523230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114379455728523230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114379455728523230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints In The Sand'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114368546864795073</id><published>2006-03-30T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:08:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Victory or Visitor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This sentence strikes me when I glance through the business times today. Honestly a lot of us strikes to be Victory in life, but in which way? How do we really define these fine lines between, are you a victory or visitor in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my prospective, Victory in life could mean a lot to one. As long as you hit you own goals (if you ever set a realistic one), to me, that’s considered victory. People can be victory in their mind, emotional, career, family or even acceptance. Excel in different areas makes us a victory too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I have been a visitor in life in and out of process. Walking in and out of different stages of emotional and situations. Visiting problems, facing it, will eventually make you stronger in any hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I believe everyone must have been a visitor to become a victory? But that’s just so earthly saying. Its like quoting “you need to suffering before you gain!”. Which is so wrong in either thinking, be it being a Christian or in any religion. This stupid sentence might bring harm to people’s thinking and even crash theirs self-confident.&lt;br /&gt;1) It will make you think negative of life&lt;br /&gt;2) It hurt your confident and you will eventually back off&lt;br /&gt;3) A very small percentage will face it and grew stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Risk it?&lt;/em&gt; Not for me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go along and around among people or friends, I can feel their deep down inside thoughts. Sounding so jaded, but the only encouragement I could give is everything happen for a good cause, look at it in a brighter view rather then drilling into a deeper shite hole. Focus on looking for solutions rather then looking at how bad the problem is. Well, it might not work for some or many, but at least that’s how I cheer myself up and get me out of shite holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just believe and it will come, and even if it doesn’t come, other good things will unexpectedly come. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMILE!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discuss~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114368546864795073?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114368546864795073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114368546864795073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114368546864795073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114368546864795073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/v-for-victory-or-visitor.html' title='V for Victory or Visitor?'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114319150001698855</id><published>2006-03-24T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:20:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two mobiles within a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right right... is it only me who is having this "bad luck" thing with mobile? Ever since I lost my favorite mobile in demsey (was having some wine with some friends), I can't seems to find a phone that will last me for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long crying of losing my favorite mobile, I bought a siemens 65 (i think) with my StarHub contract. That mobile is totally useless. Pictures sucks, soft ringing tones and the worse of all, the battery doesn’t even last me half a day. In 2 months time, I sold that phone away. (Only thing I like about this mobile is its colour: white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Kun bought me the Nokia 6260. Similar to the one I lose but with better functions. This phone have been with me for about half a year then it suddenly went crazy. Battery start heating up by itself and it drain all the battery life away. SOO... now I have a new phone again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson k750i, the feeling of using it feels alot better then a Nokia, user friendly too. Great picture quality, great battery life, loud ringing tones...hmm... in fact, I haven’t discover the bad side of it yet. So it's a highly recommended mobile for now with its price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114319150001698855?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114319150001698855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114319150001698855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114319150001698855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114319150001698855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-mobiles-within-year.html' title='Two mobiles within a year'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114290705208088904</id><published>2006-03-21T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:14:35.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Courageous with Challenges.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like this email from one of my gfs who send it to me sometime back. It really give me strength to face challenges at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JOSHUA CHAPTER 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;renew yourself into another level. be strong and very courageous.&lt;br /&gt;Courage= brave, bold. in greek it means to make strong. to fortify. to be alert and steadfast in thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Courage is not to be casual/ resigned/ indifferent/ timid. BE courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Enemies of courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(1)Insecurity: Self doubt. Whispers of the devil. find people around you to build your courage.&lt;br /&gt;-we are children of the faithful.&lt;br /&gt;-we are obedient and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are not children of the faithless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(2) Physical Barriers&lt;br /&gt;(3) Circumstantial realities.&lt;br /&gt;NUMBERS CHAPTER 13: be courageous with challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You can choose to be courageous. It is an option. God is with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose to be very courageous. Confident.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself: What does God want me to be? What does God want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read JOSHUA - his high times and low times. God advised him on courage. God comforts with courage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA "The time has come..." (new levels in every area, new influence in every area) the key is courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is laif out. It is up to us to do it with courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSALM 39&lt;br /&gt;JEREMIAH 29 " i have plans for you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PHILLIPPIANS 1:6 "Being confident of this very thing, that HE who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(God is commited to his plan for us. It is up to us to face it with courage.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114290705208088904?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114290705208088904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114290705208088904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114290705208088904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114290705208088904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-courageous-with-challenges.html' title='Be Courageous with Challenges.'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114284459368434106</id><published>2006-03-20T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:14:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Setting up another blog can really get in the way. Speak of why I deleted my 1st blog.. well, when I first started blogging because I was plainly bored. When parties, outings, work, play all seems so grey. Blogging seems to be a good idea (at least something different), after all, when do we ever pen down our thoughts since those diary days are gone. I have a great friend, Jove, who is an expert in blogging, shown me how to add on traffic tracking and image and the list goes on. Just happen this one fine day, i realised a misery reader who has been reading my blog and of cause i am not saying namesss this time round. So this particular incident has made me deleted the whole of my first blog. Sad to do so but cant be help as there's just too many entries to delete so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well Well guess thats a lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't be surprise and freak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114284459368434106?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114284459368434106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114284459368434106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114284459368434106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114284459368434106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/setting-up.html' title='Setting up...'/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227070.post-114282003502061008</id><published>2006-03-20T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:00:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test test... ok give it a few days.. i am trying hard to set it up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24227070-114282003502061008?l=kjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114282003502061008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24227070&amp;postID=114282003502061008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114282003502061008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24227070/posts/default/114282003502061008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/test-test.html' title=''/><author><name>kjoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14387466298304899865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2509/1600/k1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
