<?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-7167833</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:40:28.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joffluex = chubby cheek xuan</title><subtitle type='html'>Jus wanna share my thoughts, my life with my loved ones...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-5127102617152183320</id><published>2009-04-09T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:08:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Isn't this what marriage is all about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I got home  that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat  down and ate quietly. Again I observed the  hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't  know how to open my mouth. But I had to let     her know what I was thinking.  I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words,  instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was  for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.                actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had  obsessed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke  up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and w rote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. Her heart had finally broke down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These create an  environment conducive for happiness but  cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be   your spouse's friend and do those little things for each  other that build intimacy. Do have a real  happy marriage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I believe some of you may have came across  this article before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Along our journey, the weariness and monotony of life takes its toll on us, such that we tend to overlook seemingly mundane matters, taking advantage of our current situation and circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In anything we do, have the conviction to be right here right now, lest our thoughts wander to the fearful future and the painful past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-5127102617152183320?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/5127102617152183320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=5127102617152183320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/5127102617152183320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/5127102617152183320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2009/04/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-3434067684363145766</id><published>2009-03-15T01:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:53:12.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this - Koala Damier!</title><content type='html'>Let's hope the LV shop in Barcelona, Spain has this.. heehee if not i will get it in HK. This is how determined I wanna get it keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 16 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbvsoTlNP2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/m3tRZeyzWd8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbvsoTlNP2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/m3tRZeyzWd8/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313100362608885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbvsoZw-J4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aW5eIAEn_-o/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbvsoZw-J4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aW5eIAEn_-o/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313100364268840834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also getting orders from the girls :-&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - Koala Damier (as well!)&lt;br /&gt;Minli - Neverfull Bag&lt;br /&gt;Kaili - Not sure&lt;br /&gt;Coco - Alexandra Multicolour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-3434067684363145766?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/3434067684363145766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=3434067684363145766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/3434067684363145766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/3434067684363145766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-this-koala-damier.html' title='I want this - Koala Damier!'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbvsoTlNP2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/m3tRZeyzWd8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-9059300078749833067</id><published>2009-03-09T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:41:10.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>秤骨算命 - 5.2两</title><content type='html'>我还满爱算命的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么numerlogy, astrology, fengshui, palmistry, 面相学， 都会想尝试算一算。好的就信，不好的就把它忘了。最近有好些朋友怀孕生子, 便让我想起了秤骨算命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秤骨算命以农历出生年、月、日、時之总和计算重量，作為一生荣枯的参考。听说骨重越重越好， 由2.2两 （为乞丐命）至7.1两 （为皇帝命)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.2两解说为&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;一世亨通事事能，不須勞苦自然甯，宗族有光欣喜甚，家產豐亨自稱心&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;此乃男权女能福寿之命: &lt;/span&gt;你若是男的就有权有势，你要是女的就有才能，都是生来就很有福气。&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td class="zhujie" align="left" height="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                           &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;无论你是男或女，都是有能力也能掌大权的菁英，不用太费劲就能取得丰硕的成果。平时要懂得与人和睦相处，多做些好事积些阴德，到晚年也依然能享受美好的日子。记得不要独善其身，多行些善事，多积点阴德。不是捐些钱就算了，要从日常生活中与人方便。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也试一试吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y28predictions.com/program/template/fortune/bone.php?lang="&gt;http://www.y28predictions.com/program/template/fortune/bone.php?lang=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://05133cn.05133.com/life_weight.php"&gt;http://05133cn.05133.com/life_weight.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y28predictions.com/program/template/fortune/bone.php?lang="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://05133cn.05133.com/life_weight.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-9059300078749833067?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/9059300078749833067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=9059300078749833067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/9059300078749833067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/9059300078749833067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2009/03/52.html' title='秤骨算命 - 5.2两'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-4604142981694075519</id><published>2009-03-07T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:55:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power @ Royal Copenhagen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Good food, great friends &amp;amp; a fabulous time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbPzwF3KFKI/AAAAAAAAACo/HePzfpau3mE/s1600-h/PL+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbPzwF3KFKI/AAAAAAAAACo/HePzfpau3mE/s400/PL+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310856393132741794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbPzwS963CI/AAAAAAAAACw/maQvzC6g8aw/s1600-h/PL+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbPzwS963CI/AAAAAAAAACw/maQvzC6g8aw/s400/PL+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310856396650765346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yummy scones with butter, strawberry jam &amp;amp; cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delicious smoked salmon platter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbPzwqmVhJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bjw7sbG9dI8/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbPzwqmVhJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bjw7sbG9dI8/s400/IMG_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310856402994300050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/50/Robocop_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 350px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/50/Robocop_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noticed PL's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RoboCop&lt;/span&gt; shoes? keke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7167833-4604142981694075519?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/4604142981694075519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=4604142981694075519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/4604142981694075519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/4604142981694075519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-power-royal-copenhagen.html' title='Girl Power @ Royal Copenhagen!'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbPzwF3KFKI/AAAAAAAAACo/HePzfpau3mE/s72-c/PL+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-8971804966849379925</id><published>2009-02-14T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:09:56.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>简单幸福的一天</title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful Valentine's Day with Mr Ong.. Quality time wandering around S'pore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP5X6_UuUI/AAAAAAAAADo/sN5Ic00H9Lk/s1600-h/V-Day+Page+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP5X6_UuUI/AAAAAAAAADo/sN5Ic00H9Lk/s400/V-Day+Page+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310862574967109954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP5XqAeZBI/AAAAAAAAADg/dhbWHMrRcgk/s1600-h/V-Day+Page+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP5XqAeZBI/AAAAAAAAADg/dhbWHMrRcgk/s400/V-Day+Page+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310862570408535058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP5XySt9CI/AAAAAAAAADw/59vp87scFY8/s1600-h/V-Day+Page+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP5XySt9CI/AAAAAAAAADw/59vp87scFY8/s400/V-Day+Page+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310862572632536098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP6y_pmUvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OmGLMtA3Fnk/s1600-h/V-Day+Page+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP6y_pmUvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OmGLMtA3Fnk/s400/V-Day+Page+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310864139586261746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP6zgpo80I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-yNT_qKi8EQ/s1600-h/V-Day+Page+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP6zgpo80I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-yNT_qKi8EQ/s400/V-Day+Page+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310864148444803906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP6zzprz0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/bmCmU6tErLM/s1600-h/V-Day+Page+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP6zzprz0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/bmCmU6tErLM/s400/V-Day+Page+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310864153545264962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP7S5UavsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PcYe55QdsYY/s1600-h/V-Day+Page+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP7S5UavsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PcYe55QdsYY/s400/V-Day+Page+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310864687642623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling, Happy Valentine's Day!&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/7167833-8971804966849379925?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/8971804966849379925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=8971804966849379925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/8971804966849379925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/8971804966849379925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='简单幸福的一天'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/SbP5X6_UuUI/AAAAAAAAADo/sN5Ic00H9Lk/s72-c/V-Day+Page+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-4545691084288578846</id><published>2008-01-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:35:59.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've changed...</title><content type='html'>Did the MBTI test today and it was a really interesting find because I was a ENTJ (Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging) in JC when I first took the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm &lt;strong&gt;ESFP&lt;/strong&gt; (Extraverted 33%, Sensing 12%, Feeling 75%, Perceiving 44%).. Out of 4, I've changed 3 aspects. Isn't it interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Portait of the Performer (ESFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being concrete in speech and utilitarian in reaching their goals, the Performer Artisans are collaborative and expressive in their social interactions. Thus, while Performers are usually extreme in their expressiveness and sociability, observably the most expressive of all the types, they are not comfortable telling others what to do, preferring to offer information rather than to issue orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrating or performing is putting on a show to entertain others, and Performers, whether on the job, with friends, or in their families, are the natural performers among the types, people for whom it can truly be said "all the world's a stage." Playful and fun-loving, the Performer' primary social interest lies in stimulating those around them, arousing their senses and their pleasureful emotions-charming them, in a sense, to cast off their concerns and "lighten up." Representing about ten per cent of the general population, Performers radiate warmth and optimism, and are able to lift others' spirits with their contagious laughter and their irrepressible joy of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well that Performers are plentiful, something over ten per cent of the population, because they bring joy to so many of us. They love the excitement of playing to an audience, and they try to generate a sense of "showtime" wherever they are. Performers are not comfortable being alone most of the time, and seek the company of others whenever possible -- which they usually find, for they make wonderful playmates. Lively, witty conversationalists, Performers always seem to know the latest jokes and stories, and are quick with wisecracks and wordplay -- nothing is so serious or sacred that it can't be made fun of. Performers also like to live in the fast lane of society, and seem up on latest fads of dress, food, drink, and entertainment, the chic new fashion, the "in" nightclub, the "hot" new musical group. Energetic and uninhibited, Performers create a mood of "eat, drink, and be merry" wherever they go, and life around them can have a continual party-like atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4em8fwAatI/AAAAAAAAABU/e7sFn_xEH6I/s1600-h/performers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4enV_wAauI/AAAAAAAAABc/_L_cT_lwma0/s1600-h/performers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4ensfwAavI/AAAAAAAAABk/cVrtLcI3GI4/s1600-h/performers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154272681427757810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4ensfwAavI/AAAAAAAAABk/cVrtLcI3GI4/s400/performers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Taylor, John Goodman, Marylin Monroe, Judy Garland, Magic Johnson, Pablo Picasso, Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, Elvis, and Leonard Bernstein are examples of Performer Artisans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm" modo="false"&gt;http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-4545691084288578846?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/4545691084288578846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=4545691084288578846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/4545691084288578846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/4545691084288578846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-changed.html' title='I&apos;ve changed...'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4ensfwAavI/AAAAAAAAABk/cVrtLcI3GI4/s72-c/performers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-1873334371053229019</id><published>2008-01-12T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:13:54.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum Leap, Quantum Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did my goal setting &amp;amp; planning with Megan today and it was really fun! Both of us pledged to do our MDRT this year, a whooping figure of &lt;strong&gt;$103,000&lt;/strong&gt;! Imagine what I can do with all the money! Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my first MDRT in 2006, slacked in 2007 so decided that 2008 shall be my breakthrough year of achieving my 2nd MDRT (secret dream is to achieve lifetime member (10 yrs of MDRT) when I'm 35!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to achieved MDRT, we decided that we should qualify for our incentive trip, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Barcelona by Jun 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my target is $56,000 by Jun 08. And following are my rewards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$15,000 into my dream car fund - &lt;strong&gt;BMW M6 Convertible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efCfwAanI/AAAAAAAAAAk/svwstSsnQ8Q/s1600-h/BMW+M6+Convertible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154263163780229746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efCfwAanI/AAAAAAAAAAk/svwstSsnQ8Q/s320/BMW+M6+Convertible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20,000 into my dream home fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efQfwAaoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zqwSNTce8W4/s1600-h/Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154263404298398338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efQfwAaoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zqwSNTce8W4/s320/Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$3,000 for a family trip to &lt;strong&gt;Thailand &lt;/strong&gt;(not including shopping!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4egA_wAarI/AAAAAAAAABE/z7wiGLtqhIw/s1600-h/Thailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154264237522053810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4egA_wAarI/AAAAAAAAABE/z7wiGLtqhIw/s320/Thailand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2,500 for my &lt;strong&gt;Miu Miu Coffer Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efgPwAapI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v82mgfT3nko/s1600-h/Miu+Miu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154263674881338002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efgPwAapI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v82mgfT3nko/s320/Miu+Miu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2,000 for &lt;strong&gt;Shanghai&lt;/strong&gt; Trip to visit Peilin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efu_wAaqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jDJltk0IzEo/s1600-h/Shanghai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154263928284408482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efu_wAaqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jDJltk0IzEo/s320/Shanghai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2,000 to revamp my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4egRfwAasI/AAAAAAAAABM/s9CC4iIdiSg/s1600-h/Shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154264520989895362" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4egRfwAasI/AAAAAAAAABM/s9CC4iIdiSg/s320/Shopping.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's...&lt;br /&gt;i) Champagne Party with friends&lt;br /&gt;ii) G-Star Jeans&lt;br /&gt;iii) Shopping Spree&lt;br /&gt;iv) LV Duomo Bag&lt;br /&gt;v) Tag Heuer Watch for Dad&lt;br /&gt;vi) BMW Roadster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;希望我们能梦想成真!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-1873334371053229019?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/1873334371053229019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=1873334371053229019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/1873334371053229019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/1873334371053229019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2008/01/quantum-leap-quantum-change.html' title='Quantum Leap, Quantum Change!'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4efCfwAanI/AAAAAAAAAAk/svwstSsnQ8Q/s72-c/BMW+M6+Convertible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-4003543189492313076</id><published>2008-01-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:42:43.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008!</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to upload some photos on my blog but never got to learn or do it... Finally! 2008 looks like an auspicious number and i need to Quantum Leap, Quantum Change. 2008 will be a fantastic year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new phone, Song Ericsson K850i in Nov 2007.. will use this phone to take many many pics as it has 5 megapixels... heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4eXn_wAalI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KGl-iEO47Dw/s1600-h/K850i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4eXn_wAalI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KGl-iEO47Dw/s200/K850i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154255011932301906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more photos later on... now gotta go bathe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-4003543189492313076?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/4003543189492313076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=4003543189492313076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/4003543189492313076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/4003543189492313076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoB1wNCCdJM/R4eXn_wAalI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KGl-iEO47Dw/s72-c/K850i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-8160881582628544202</id><published>2007-09-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:03:58.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love is Based on Friendship</title><content type='html'>For you, chemistry doesn't really happen without compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;Companionship and openness are the most important parts of your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you love should be your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;And falling in love with a good friend is never out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You only fall for people who you truly understand... and who truly understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: Sometimes you don't admit how important physical chemistry is to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Love Based On?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-8160881582628544202?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/8160881582628544202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=8160881582628544202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/8160881582628544202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/8160881582628544202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-love-is-based-on-friendship-for.html' title='Your Love is Based on Friendship'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-112239357426440915</id><published>2005-07-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:59:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perils of working in a small company</title><content type='html'>Whoa, I haven been blogging in a long long time.. actually it's abt a year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when I was a fresh grad out looking for a job, I would always think "hmm is it better to work for a small company or a MNC?". At that point of time, I thot "hmm a small company would be where I can learn from scratch, basically bao ka liao while in a MNC, though the benefits may be better, but the departments are more specialised so maybe the stuff we learn may be more limited". As you can see, I was an eager to learn kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was really happy when I was offered a job at a family-owned business with less than 15 ppl (employer and employees). Moreover, it's my first permanent job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did the innocent me knew that dangers were lurking ahead and my perception of small companies (especially family-owned business) would be changed FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Boss is a "Dinosaur"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dinosaur" (in my language) means someone who is very outdated... and if your boss is someone who doesn't know how to type or email or print, that's "Dinosaur"! Can you imagine if your boss can't type? That would mean it (the boss) would write everything down in pen and paper and expect you to help it type. If that's not bad enough, after typing, u have to print it out (it doesn't know how remember) and let it edit.  After editing, you would have to make all the amendments, and reprint. This goes on until it is satisfied with the piece of "masterpiece" it has written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Everything must go through Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a big thing like giving quotations to clients or reports, I can understand. But it even checks the emails you send clients, even if it's just a simple line like "Kindly receive the report as requested, let me know if you have any query". And remember, when you let her see it, you must print it out first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Firing employees is putting a slip of handwritten paper on the victim's desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how it would choose to fire people. Mind you, the girl didn't even do anything wrong (though hearsay that she was not meticulous enough in her work, more laid back), it simply wrote in that slip of paper that it felt that she was not suitable for that industry and no other reasons were given. And guess what, the girl is its niece!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Call up to say that you can choose to stay even though you have been fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most ridculous one. After firing its niece, it still have the cheek to call her and say "if you want to stay, we can talk about it when I'm back in Singapore (cos it was in M'sia)". Hello?? You fire the person (somemore it was just a note) and still dare call her up and ask if she wanna stay, she can?? SIAO! She is your puppet or wat. Who do you think you're? GOD? You think people don't have pride one is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact or fiction? It's your guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-112239357426440915?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/112239357426440915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=112239357426440915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/112239357426440915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/112239357426440915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2005/07/perils-of-working-in-small-company.html' title='Perils of working in a small company'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-109366198381229297</id><published>2004-08-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T11:08:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my ex-company... (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today the colleague whom I’m supposed to replace is leaving. Today is his last day here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him joking with the colleagues around him, talking about how they would miss him and stuff, suddenly I felt really lonely. Probably it’s also due to the fact that 2 of my frens who are also my colleagues are not around. One is on leave, the other is in Shanghai for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I miss my old colleagues &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss those times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I feel totally at ease in an environment, when I can joke, laugh, sing, crap loudly in the office and I know no one will mind except the Ms Boss-Wannabe-But-Cannot-Be. I assume no one will mind of cos since everyone loves me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I don’t really know my neighbors – one is a Malay woman (whom I suspect is a dangerous gossipmonger – that’s another story) and the other is a temp staff, as I’m now in a temporary setting, only moving into the space when my colleague leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Miss those times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I totally know what to do even when I have nothing to do. I know all the processes of research, from fieldwork to coding to data entry to churning results to charting to presentation. I know where the things are placed, where we can do certain things and where we can’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I have to ask my bosses what can I do, how to do it, where to get all the files etc. In a new and bigger corporate world, with more stuff to learn, new friends to hang out with, more adjustments to make (like trying to surf net without letting my boss who is seated behind me see it..hey that’s tough ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Miss those times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I can fart &amp; burp in front of my friends aka colleagues and they will go ‘eww’ with disgust but yet still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can still do that but it’s with caution and I only do it in front of my 2 close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Miss those times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I can hide behind my cubicle, pick my nose, go barefooted and hope no one notices/ smell anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, anything I do, every single action will be seen by anyone who is walking/ standing around my area and of cos by my boss who sits behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I realized I can’t do without friends, especially in my workplace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in workplace = one person got trouble, the rest will help, even until wee hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in workplace = one person kena scolding from boss, the rest will scold back the boss (secretly of cos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in workplace = one person kena sick, the rest will cover his/her duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in workplace = one person wanna complain, the rest will listen and ‘jia1 yan2 jia1 cu4’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I’m in a new environment, no point thinking about the past.. decided I shall work hard at my new workplace and learn as much as I can while gaining respect of others. And also to all my old colleagues, let’s all '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GANBATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m off to meeting my old colleagues, Ms Witty and Ms Bo-chup for dinner at Da4 Pai2 Dang4… Its at Chinatown, a mini version of Crystal Jade minus the air-con and the price list and plus the good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I’m back from dinner with them and I suddenly realized that I totally enjoy being with them! Jus realized it’s the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;group dynamics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that matter.. different people have different synergies and this group have one of the best I ever felt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ms Witty and Ms Bo-chup, we can jus simply talk crap and laugh like nothing.. I would always argue with Ms Witty over trivial matter and Ms Bo-chup will always give the expression “fight all you want” and stand aside to watch show. Seriously, I believe we (Ms Witty and I) thoroughly enjoyed bickering with each other, it is the sparring process that we enjoy, not the outcome and I think I won’t be able to find the same kind of enjoyment elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at Coffee Bean, we just talked about the days we were at the old company and sharing new gossips.. heard that now the company has hired 5 new executives and the boss even called 2 of our colleagues to warn them not to tell anyone the reason why 7 executives left in 4 months’ time.. Duh!! As if no one can guess that.. of cos there’s something wrong with the company lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s none of our business and I believe all of us will proceed to a better future.. As what I’ve always said: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Once you have endured hell, everything else is heaven!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-109366198381229297?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/109366198381229297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=109366198381229297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109366198381229297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109366198381229297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-love-my-ex-company-part-ii.html' title='I love my ex-company... (Part II)'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-109267169682570759</id><published>2004-08-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T23:54:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my ex-company...(Part I)</title><content type='html'>isn't that shocking? i actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt; my previous company!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dun exactly miss the company, more like the ppl that comes with it (they are also all gone now, like me ;P), the physical setting aka my desk with all the barang barang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me count thee ways....what I miss about the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;which lies on the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13th floor&lt;/span&gt; of Y_ _ S _ _ Building and &lt;/div&gt;is well know for employees who always work till wee hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;until even the security guard on night shift will ask without fail: &lt;/div&gt;"You from the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13th floor&lt;/span&gt; ah? Anyone still working there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the answer will always be "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I miss my fun colleagues - Ms Sotong, Ms Witty, Ms Bo-Chup and of cos Ms Poh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us would always go for lunch together and the dilemma we face everyday would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"WHERE THE HELL TO EAT FOR LUNCH?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite haunts for food are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (nice nasi lemak, vegetarian food, zha yu pian tang, cai fan…basically most of the stuff there are good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Food Court&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I lurve the za jiang mian there and Ms Poh would always get desserts whenever he-she is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ba Chor Mee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (dunno what’s the place called but the bar chor mee is not bad, cai fan always give a lot and quite cheap and somemore they sell very nice drinks like ching chow and suan mei shui where you can really see ONE suan mei floating around in the drink..heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taka Food Court&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I like the omu rice!!! But pretty expensive.. and the cai fan also not bad…basically we always buy takeaways and look for seats around the taka square to eat…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we feel rich, got sick of cheap food, got our pay, suddenly feel rich, we would proceed to….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jack’s Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (you always can detect ppl who has eaten at Jack’s Place cos they would have the food/ oily smelly lingering on their clothes…),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Heeren..where we always have a good bitching session about the other colleagues – only 2 actually, &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Recept&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Boss-Wannabe-But-Cannot-Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Note: It’s all Ms in order not to disclose their identity, if not I might be sued for defamation ..hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Crystal Jade Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where Ms J.Lim likes a lot and Ms Bo-Chup likes to tease the live soft shell crabs there… yeah, she’s abit sadist…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, jus realised I didn’t talk much about my colleagues… heehee seriously it was a great relationship with them.. in fact it could be said to be the perfect equilibrium… we would always help one another out, stay back together… you fu tong xiang, you nan tong dang… thou we have lived together for only about 5 months (yes ‘lived’ as we spend more time in office than at home), it was really one of my happier times there at the company…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Sotong, Ms Witty, Ms Bo-Chup, Ms Poh and&lt;br /&gt;our Mamasan, Ms J.Lim… I miss you all!!!&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/7167833-109267169682570759?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/109267169682570759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=109267169682570759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109267169682570759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109267169682570759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-miss-my-ex-companypart-i.html' title='i miss my ex-company...(Part I)'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-109124982701499199</id><published>2004-07-31T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T12:57:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jOkE...</title><content type='html'>Got this in my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Simply lurve this one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy donated his blood for his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they broke up, he wanted his blood back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl threw a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; Kotex at him and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pay you in monthly instalments!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahaha...the men just don't get it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-109124982701499199?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/109124982701499199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=109124982701499199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109124982701499199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109124982701499199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2004/07/joke.html' title='jOkE...'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-109051431529238365</id><published>2004-07-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:38:35.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quitted my job...</title><content type='html'>yeah finally i quitted my sucky job... hahaha pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually quitted last fri and my boss wanted us to clear leave.. note: 'us' refer to&amp;nbsp;3 girls - me, jo &amp; joy...heehee can u believe that 3 girls quitted at the same time?? imagine how terrible is that and that's referring to the company... so bad until ppl quit at the same time... actually it was only me and joy, but after the boss heard that we wanna out, she &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shun bian&lt;/span&gt; ask jo to go as well... how mean is that rite?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she never even bother to ask jo if she wanna stay u know, she was like 'jo, u can also start clearing your leave now.. I know u have been a very good employee - hardworking and dedicated..&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i still want&amp;nbsp;to leave since i believe they will influence u and u will go sooner or later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(the one in purple is i think wat her mind is saying)...sigh so poor poor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is now jobless jus like us...hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being unemployed, yesterday me, helen &amp; jo went jo's house to play 3-ppl mahjong &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(tai-tai life leh)&lt;/span&gt;...it was so fun ok!!! hahaha very easy to win one but i still lose to jo cos she is the mahjong queen amg us..hahaha then her house got 2 cats- one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;golden-yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yellowish gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;? anyway it looks alot like garfield la... fat fat and lazy lazy one..heehee aiyah should have taken a pic... ok i decided next time i shall jus bring my digi cam everywhere i go...heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that jo's house is really like a small pet shop leh, got&amp;nbsp;2 cats, 1 chincilla (i think wrong spelling)&amp;nbsp;, 1 hamster (the other hamster died, prob from torture by jo..hahaha) and some guppies.. and that's not including 2 parents, 3 sisters (jo's included), 1 bro and 1 bf..hahaha that's 7 human beings ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee think she's gonna kill&amp;nbsp;me when she read this... as wat she always say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'wo chuai si ni ah'&lt;/span&gt; (yes she's&amp;nbsp;that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;VIOLENT&lt;/span&gt;..hahaha)&amp;nbsp;thou her looks belied her true nature hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we played mahjong the whole day from like 2 plus to 11pm..hahaha so shiok man... i will make them do it again.. hahaha since now we are tai-tais..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-109051431529238365?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/109051431529238365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=109051431529238365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109051431529238365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/109051431529238365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2004/07/quitted-my-job.html' title='quitted my job...'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-108835363142876733</id><published>2004-06-28T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:27:11.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage....</title><content type='html'>recently, one of my bf's jc fren is getting married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they knew each other last year sept, jus decided to get married recently and have bought an executive condo...9 months.. is it really enough for 2 persons to really know each other and decide that he/ she is THE ONE?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible, reasoned my bf... she has started dating since 17, now she's 26... so she has been dating for about 9 years, i'm sure she would know what she wants.. the no. of her relatsionships is more than my ten fingers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus a thought to ponder.. does a person who have more experience in dating a better judge of who's the right person for him/her than a person who has only gone through a few relationships? or could it be that he/she may not be a good judge exactly cos she went thru so many to find the right one?? and that could possibly still be not the right one since she's not a gd judge in the first place?? or could all these really be based on pure luck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be that she's now really to settle down and this guy jus happen to b at the right place at the right time?? jus wonder... do alot of ppl get married becos they want to or cos they have to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few ppl have the luxury of having a few potential husbands to choose from... boyfriend yes..but husband no... unless of cos u are two/three-timing for a few years (that's assuming that in order to judge whether a bf is of husband-material, it will take a few years)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos there are successful stories of couples shan dian jie huan and live happily ever after and sad stories of couples who have been together for a long time but realised that they are actually not compatible after marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually who m i to judge other ppl's relationships since i'm also not sure of my own...sometimes i wonder toooo...would i get married because i really love him and wanna have his kids or is it cos we have been together for some time and it is 'natural' for us to get married... maybe in the first place, i'm not suitable for marriage at all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts rather jumpy today... mood rather pensive today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-108835363142876733?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/108835363142876733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=108835363142876733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/108835363142876733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/108835363142876733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2004/06/marriage.html' title='marriage....'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-108672052502802162</id><published>2004-06-09T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:03:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>genting &amp; kl trip...</title><content type='html'>heehee guess where i'm now?? This is now 1.56am and I'm in OFFICE!!! sad sad sad life hor... ;( haha u must be wondering..she say she in office but how come still can blog?? sigh long story... if u really wanna noe, email me.. but i also dun think u wanna know rite.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus last week i went on a trip to genting and kl with my bf and my ex-ntu roomie and her bf... really very fun..really like it at genting as it was so cold and there was a theme park!!! but sad to say i only got to experience 2 rides -- one which has lots of chairs hanging from this big round structure and it can hold up to about 20-30 people. so after being seated, the structure will start turning round and round swinging all of us high up into the skies... it was pretty fun and even small kids about 8 y.o also dare to play... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second one was a gold mine roller coaster kind of stuff and we waited for a whole 20 mins and guess how long the ride lasted? 3 MINUTES only... whoa how sao xing is that... when the ride ended, we were like staring at one another 'wan le ah?'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to play the free fall one.. its like a rectangular box and there are 3 seats at each of its four sides facing out. so the seats will be raised to quite a high level and 10 secs later, they will zoom down to the ground floor... i really wanted to play it cos was like thinking since the tics were free 'bu yong bai bu yong' rite.. somemore i always see ppl play but never play before so wanna jus give it a try (while i'm still young..hahaha) but so sad.. the two guys (my bf and roomie's bf) chicken out and kept saying 'dun wan la, the q so long blah blah' and even purposely walk far far away from the free fall.. sob sob my free fall... wonder when i would ever have chance to go back again...hahaha if i can bring my bro and sis to genting...hahaha i can feel young again!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i very kua zhang leh.. talk abt teh theme park already can use three paras... i'm mad.. jus like last time in sec sch i always like to receive long long letters so i would write long long ones as well, one day my classmate went past and she was like 'whoa ur letter like chang cheng (the great wall of china) so long leh'..heehee so proud of myself ok.. u think everyone got so many fei hua to talk abt ah..hahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-108672052502802162?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/108672052502802162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=108672052502802162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/108672052502802162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/108672052502802162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2004/06/genting-kl-trip.html' title='genting &amp; kl trip...'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167833.post-108662797745429335</id><published>2004-06-08T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:23:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first time!!!</title><content type='html'>all right this is my first time blogging..so exciting..heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first some intro..i'm 23 this year.. female.. started working about a year ago..now working at a damn damn chiam place in Orchard... "Orchard!!! so good" some might exclaim.. "can go shopping after work leh" hahaha fat hope man... the times i usu knock off is 12-1am in the morning ok... and the only times i get to shop around is during lunch and dinner time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine me and my colleagues coming out for dinner, pathetically tired from working while the rest of the world are shopping happily at the GSS (Great Singapore Sale!!).. but thank god i've a good bunch of colleagues who slog with me all the way...heehee under the 59-year old monsteress we unite!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monsteress is my lady boss btw... she's born in the year of rooster..same as me (so sad for me hor) so she should be abt 36 years older than me-- 36+23=59. very old rite but yet she's a very energetic (so that she can torture us) workholic... and she's a scorpio!! seriously i always dun really have a good impression of scorpios.. other than 2 of my good frens who are really nice girls, i still think that the rest of the scorpios are bad ppl..esp the monsteress.. her mood swings are really horrendous man... at times she can be really nice, treat u eat this and that when we work hard for her... but if something angered her, its like a tornado and everyone kena...she can wu yuan wu gu scold u then when realised not your fault apologise.. but the next time she will still anyhow jump to conclusions... arrghh...its a vicious cycle!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while she's a workaholic, zi ji work jiu hao le.. everytime lian lei us..now as i'm writing this post, i've another 2 colleagues who are still in office with her... arrghhh... can u imagine that... the point is why she always make us work late is that she dunno how to use the com, so everytime she wanna correspond to the client or rite proposals or stuff like that, we have to wait for her to write out physically, then we type it out, then print out the draft let her edit, then make the corrections then print out again and so on... until she's satisfied with the final results.. so we all end up having to wait for her this and that... end up we hav to work late all the time...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa my first blog already ranting so much liao... hahaha but this really feels good man... sigh hopefully this can be my place to de-stress.. heehee k la going to sleep liao.. tomorrow is another terrible day.. she still owe us our May salary somemore... alamak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167833-108662797745429335?l=joffluex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/feeds/108662797745429335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167833&amp;postID=108662797745429335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/108662797745429335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167833/posts/default/108662797745429335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joffluex.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-first-time.html' title='my first time!!!'/><author><name>joffluex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
