<?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-7145898</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:29:44.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's so unpredictable</title><subtitle type='html'>No one can predict whats going to happen the next second. Life's a long route to go and that's our journal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1353</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6342203350982484950</id><published>2010-06-01T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:59:47.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new blog address: &lt;a href="http://unpredictablejournal.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://unpredictablejournal.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6342203350982484950?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6342203350982484950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6342203350982484950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6342203350982484950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6342203350982484950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-blog-address-httpunpredictablejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3203075116511231241</id><published>2009-05-11T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:35:03.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi peeps, 've changed to wordpress. Ask me personally for the link if you peep want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-3203075116511231241?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3203075116511231241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3203075116511231241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3203075116511231241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3203075116511231241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-peeps-ve-changed-to-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6802935648219811553</id><published>2009-05-09T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:07:16.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone knows how to migrate blogspot to wordpress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6802935648219811553?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6802935648219811553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6802935648219811553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6802935648219811553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6802935648219811553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/anyone-knows-how-to-migrate-blogspot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2346484994744856082</id><published>2009-05-08T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:29:45.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Glad that tomorrow is PH, or else will be my sat duty. M having bad flu + head kinda pain, couldn't concentrate. ='( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can I take half a day off? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-2346484994744856082?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2346484994744856082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2346484994744856082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2346484994744856082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2346484994744856082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/glad-that-tomorrow-is-ph-or-else-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2106597297335359023</id><published>2009-05-07T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:59:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with KQ at PM last evening, had mac for dinner. I ate way too much and throat ithcy now. Though they couldn't make the decision for me but I feel so much better after sharing with 'em. Thank you for listening to my whining. :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel bad for occupying the bathroom for so long this morning. Hope she's not late for her work. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DC wore a pink shirt to office, so sweet!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-2106597297335359023?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2106597297335359023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2106597297335359023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2106597297335359023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2106597297335359023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-up-with-kq-at-pm-last-evening-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7821373498523844371</id><published>2009-05-06T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:08:02.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything appeared to be good for my appraisal but one thing Doris added in the comment box was "JL gotta be very mindful about her facial expression". Thats exactly what I meant by m lousy in controlling my emotion at work. Even Doris spent most of her time at the back of the office also noticed that m always frowning. Well... I could only say is my nature. N m serious I'll try to change to be better. M motivated by the good comments she gave. TQ&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/7145898-7821373498523844371?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7821373498523844371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7821373498523844371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7821373498523844371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7821373498523844371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-appeared-to-be-good-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8682139467900065209</id><published>2009-05-04T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:18:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Congrat to Darren, his lil' princess arrived this evening at Australia. =) Heard from sis that his wife would like to move to Singapore and apply for PR here. That means I have to move to somewhere else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know it's gonna be tough for me but I believe I'll go through it. I'll not put down my pride and move back home, thats not me. &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/7145898-8682139467900065209?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8682139467900065209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8682139467900065209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8682139467900065209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8682139467900065209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/congrat-to-darren-his-lil-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4843711799834311258</id><published>2009-05-04T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:35:04.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was on leave today and being woke up by calls from sexy mama. She was asking if I've seek the LAA for the fx deal. Ooo... didn't notice that because I refer him to Chyenne to book the fx rates. Thought Chyenne will handle everything for me. Aww... gotta trouble sexy mama to take LAA for me. Thank you! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up and continue my drama show "The Gem of Life" =] and soon mummy came up with lunch. So my usu routine - shower/clean up my room and did my laundry and had my lunch. Wanted to wait for mom, but she was busying cleaning and tidying up the house for sis. Friday PH + Weekends + Today sis and bro in law are not working. But not sure where on earth are they now. I don't think they vacuum the floor at all, is damn dirty when mom sweep just now. Mom said my lip looked pale and mentioned that I've moved to sis place for 3years. Yepp... I guess so. It was 1May that I shifted out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention in my blog that mom caught that old man having an affair outside? Old man said he went with 3 of his friends to have seafood dinner at Indonesia. Hotel rate is cheap there and blah blah blah... .. . Mom said: "Yah he spoke all the truth, I shouldn't doubt him". I asked "How about the pix the old man took together with her with his top naked?" She walked away. Mom always look at things openly and optimistically and thats why they never quarrel other than the old man beating me up when m already a young adult. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just rec'd Stef sms saying that tomorrow will be an appraisal conducted by Doris. Aww... I reckon mine gonna be the poorest. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reasons would be: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Me being late all the time and left the office the earliest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Me being lousy at controling my emotion at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Me looking too lightly at all my mistakes &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I seriously think that I should change my career line. But you peep know, it will never happens. M simply too lazy to look into the newspaper or search for any online. Blame on me for not studying hard when m young. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright I should stop all that. One thing I find it strange is that, mom will never scold me for using the com the whole day. But if it was bro and sister, it would be different case. =) &lt;p&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/7145898-4843711799834311258?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4843711799834311258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4843711799834311258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4843711799834311258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4843711799834311258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-on-leave-today-and-being-woke-up-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-877853285614193528</id><published>2009-05-03T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:41:04.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One nuisance, one sicko can they stop disturbing me? Idiotic china ppl, accidentally bump into people don't know how to apologise? Must hit him then know how to say sorry is it? Furious* ;( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nuisance - I don't think I know you so stop asking about my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sicko - I appreciate everytime you tried to make me smile but if you need a good night kiss, get it from your girlfriend. Don't call me your baby, cuz m not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-877853285614193528?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/877853285614193528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=877853285614193528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/877853285614193528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/877853285614193528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-nuisance-one-sicko-can-they-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6528986489448211101</id><published>2009-04-29T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:21:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worked late this evening and realised that tomorrow is last day of April. Have got a meet up session with the school girls I hope I won't be stucked at work. Especially when buddy's not around, gotta cover her workload. Aww... *Frown. Because I don't wanna miss out this catch up session. It has been... been... a year since we last meet up? Or maybe, near a year. So hopefully the crowds won't be like today. Hmm... guess gotta reach branch early to clear off my work on hands. Follow up, follow up. RMs never revert back how to proceed. ='(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway girls reading my blog, I hope I ended my day at work happily. Don't wanna some work issues affected my mood. Don't wanna mood swings when we meet up. If I do, pls pardon. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6528986489448211101?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6528986489448211101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6528986489448211101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6528986489448211101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6528986489448211101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/worked-late-this-evening-and-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7722802825055562667</id><published>2009-04-28T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:27:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's Ken in my f'ster? Do I know him and how he got my mobile no? Strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7722802825055562667?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7722802825055562667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7722802825055562667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7722802825055562667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7722802825055562667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/whos-ken-in-my-fster-do-i-know-him-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4520660980793321596</id><published>2009-04-27T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:09:35.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a gathering function at Eugene place after work. The weather's really killing, lost my appetite. Left at around 4.30pm Marychan dropped FM and I at Eunos MRT. Headed to Bugis to look for a tee for Darin -- &gt; Bugis St to look for an album for Alan --&gt; Illuma for shopping. Had a great time wtih her, =D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with KQ at JP for dinner and movie (17 Again) then chilled out at mac. Headed home after a cup of mc flurry. Suppose to meet up with Darin to pass him his present but he ended late, m already prepared to sleep when he texted at 1.45am. =( M exhausted thats why didn't meet up with him. Crazy of him, asked me out at 11.30pm yesterday night to changi for supper. I love to, but I've to work this morning. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope my initiative won't let him get the wrong idea, was rather piss off with his last sms last night. -.-" Guess better for me to stay away from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4520660980793321596?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4520660980793321596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4520660980793321596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4520660980793321596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4520660980793321596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/illuma-for-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2238868192662884402</id><published>2009-04-23T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:31:29.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Branch meeting was being b/f due to too many issues with some urgent one. Before the meeting starts, was being called in by Doris. She questioned me why was the name on the staff pass and name inside the system differ? I noticed that but I didn't question the staff when she passed me the FX deal. Because first of all, she signed the form infront of me and verified that it was good. And I did sight her staff pass, it appeared to be the same person. Was instructed to make a photocopy of ID and attach with the form before faxing to LPO. I did all that, but because LPO people saw the name was different they refuse to process for me. I got nervous and tried calling the staff. She didn't pick up my phone call. Starts panicking so went all the way to her desk but she had left office. =( Tried using my mobile and yepp, she picked up. So she explained, the maiden and married name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As all the front liner knows that most of their staff passes are printed with surname followed by initials. It kinda tough for us to verify too. SK voiced out this during the meeting, and so the solution is to get the staff to sign on the photocopied ID. I was thinking, why not just make it easier that staff pass is not allowed. ID like driving licence, passport or NRIC must be provided for verification purpose. But sighs... I guess down here voice out also pointless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got a ops loss case charged to the wrong cost centre, was being left right by Doris. And yepp, this mistake is intolerable because it was written on slip and I didn't follow. Checker over looked and filed wrongly. Had a hard time searching high and low for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suggested that filing should be part of our end day duties. But Wati say we should all take ownership in our work. So we shall see how things gonna work out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sighs... when it rains, it pour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saw love tagged me on my wall on FB so I logged in. Took a quiz - Are You A Good GF and the result is Excellent. Here it goes... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're a really loving, and caring person towards your BF/GF. You really do care for them, and you love them unconditionally. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Because you'll always treat them with love, and care. ;D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not sure if m a loving person but then m certain that I care my partner more than I care about anyone at home. And yepp was being called silly girl by a guy who I really loved him unconditionally. He knew all that and he ever told me that anyone would be lucky to be my guy. But... .. . sighs. Perhaps the problem lies on me. Recently too many things happened, totally lost track of what I should do. I couldn't help but burst into tears during my lunch time this afternoon. Thinking how great its gonna be with him around to guide me along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my poor lil' niece. Her mom told me that teacher complaint that she beat up a classmate of hers till his face swell. I was think how could it be. Besides I just asked the lil' precious how was school today and she just mentioned that she was being bullied by Alvin. She added on that he bullied her almost everyday. Her mom continued: "Alvin was climbing high up and precious afraid that he might fall down and get injured so pulled him down. When Alvin got down, he hit her chest." Normal reaction would be beat him back. So yah, she beat him back and got a complaint from teacher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course her dad gonna be mad when he heard his precious beating people at school. Trying so hard to persuade her to tell him what exactly happened but she refused. On top of his anger, he took out the cane and caned her till her legs now swollen. The mom brought her to the room and tried to know what exactly happened, she kept quiet through out and the mom scolded her. She finally says out when the dad brough her downstairs for a walk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find that the parents don't understand her well enough. Because it will really shock me to dead if she starts a fight first. More over is Alvin, she mentioned before that when she grew up she wanna be married to him. So in the first place, how would she starts the fight first? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It just hurts me. No wonder she was so well behaved when I reached home. Poor lil' precious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh looks like all of my friends had went back to study except me. Sighs... how nice if time could be rewinded. Then I'll wish to rewind back to year 1993 and I swear I'll study hard and loves my mom twice as much.&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/7145898-2238868192662884402?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2238868192662884402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2238868192662884402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2238868192662884402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2238868192662884402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/branch-meeting-was-being-bf-due-to-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1392395554192901581</id><published>2009-04-21T10:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:13:49.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last afternoon met up with Jacelyn for lunch and had a great time catching up with her. Dropped by mummy place to look for her but get to know from bro that she had went back to home town. Hope uncle won't buy her any beer during her stays. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bank crowds really hard to predict, when we're busy we're real busy. ='( And they insisted that we've to verify clients. + all the endless paperwork. Hell =X &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/7145898-1392395554192901581?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1392395554192901581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1392395554192901581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1392395554192901581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1392395554192901581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-afternoon-met-up-with-jacelyn-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1886834954854116505</id><published>2009-04-19T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:26:25.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how strong a person is, there's always a fragile side of her. Heartache to see mom drinking and uttering words that she had been keeping deep down in her heart. Don't know what she has do wrong that she was being treated this way. M always helpless when mom cried.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wondering how's thing getting at home.  &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/7145898-1886834954854116505?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1886834954854116505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1886834954854116505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1886834954854116505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1886834954854116505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-matter-how-strong-person-is-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7889212612683619392</id><published>2009-04-17T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:51:45.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just something so strange perhaps he thought I was mad but I wasn't. Just that m feeling unwell and showing a lil' attitude. Aha! He used to text in the evening but yesterday he didn't. Maybe if I see him today must disturb him eh? =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meeting friends in the evening. Schedule messed up. No longer have good time management. Didn't know why, just feel extremely tired. Got up early this morning but dilly dally, so end up took cabby to NAC to clear my stuffs. So now NAC have FM and Irene I won't have any more chance to go back to NAC. So... good lors. No need to run here and there. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7889212612683619392?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7889212612683619392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7889212612683619392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7889212612683619392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7889212612683619392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-something-so-strange-perhaps-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2590505756851828693</id><published>2009-04-15T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:18:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These few days eyes feel a lil' too dry, very irritated. Nose blocked the whole night, couldn't sleep. And stomach cramp this morning. ='( M feeling a lil' unwell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hasn't see him for near a month and yesterday he came. So "good" of my colleagues to have teased him. Don't know why have a very strong feeling that something is not right and I hope m not thinking too much. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So his birthday coming thinking what to get for him, headache. =( &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/7145898-2590505756851828693?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2590505756851828693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2590505756851828693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2590505756851828693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2590505756851828693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-few-days-eyes-feel-lil-too-dry.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2058116561280423563</id><published>2009-04-14T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:30:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boredom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-2058116561280423563?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2058116561280423563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2058116561280423563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2058116561280423563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2058116561280423563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1926938867264257523</id><published>2009-04-13T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:22:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly feels like travelling to... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taiwan - Wanna try their local delights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hongkong - For shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paris - A very relaxing and beautiful country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bali - For a getaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Japan &amp;amp; Korea - Like their cultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macau - Wanna experience their lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rome - The country he told me before that he wish to go &lt;/p&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;Hahas, guess I could travel to all these places in my dream. Alrighty, is 2.20am gotta hit the hay or else gonna be late for work tomorrow. Gotta wake up early too to pack my bag. &lt;p&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/7145898-1926938867264257523?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1926938867264257523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1926938867264257523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1926938867264257523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1926938867264257523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/suddenly-feels-like-travelling-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4221905280397361813</id><published>2009-04-12T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:35:35.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why mummy can brought the four of us up so well without having to shout/scold/scream/yell and cane us. So why can't you be more patient when teaching her? I know that she's very mischievous and always throw tantrum when we ask her to do thing. But can you try to hoax her, talk to her in a nicer way? Just don't like you to teach the 5yrs old girl by caning her, especially before her sleep. Don't like her to wake up in the middle of the night crying that she had a nightmare. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, my temper is much more hotter than you. But I know I can teach her better than you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To many of you especially mom that my temper is extremely bad. But well, it has to depend on what's the issue. Or maybe I had never change at all, just that the person I met his temper is much more worse than me? Or maybe I remember what mom always remind me to do - to endure and give in when quarrel? Or maybe this particular person is so important to me that I changed the way I used to be. Sometimes I wonder myself too, why I could be so tolerance towards him when he already make himself clear that he's not worth. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all these, I still think of him and longing for his greetings. But of course if we not gonna even be friend, then I think is pointless to keep in touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4221905280397361813?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4221905280397361813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4221905280397361813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4221905280397361813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4221905280397361813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-mummy-can-brought-four-of-us-up-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7987988865699281588</id><published>2009-04-11T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:20:50.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This long weekend suppose to be mine but then FM down with HFMD so gotta help out at NAC. As usual Saturday time flies fast took a bus back to mom place. Lil' niece was too mischievous, getting on my nerve. Got mad and left. Who knows the lift breakdown and I've to climb all the way up to 12th floor. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just finished watching the drama series, and guess m not going over for dinner. Exhausted, wanna have a good rest tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have a nice weekend!&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/7145898-7987988865699281588?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7987988865699281588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7987988865699281588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7987988865699281588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7987988865699281588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-long-week-end-suppose-to-be-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-5972226665557916451</id><published>2009-04-10T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:26:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something bothering me but just do not know how to put it in word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always reflect myself when mom said that m being too petty. At times I think so too and tried to change and hope that I could get along well with her (my sis). But sometimes I find that she is way too calculative. I realised that there is no way I can stay together with her any more. I have decided to... move out. Perhaps a distance away from my family will benefits me. Will have a much more carefree life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sighs, initially I thought she changed but no, not a bit at all. Why? Why each time bro-in-law and she quarrelled both of us can be so close. And why each time they are good, sis and I are drifter apart?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta trouble friend to find a place for me, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-5972226665557916451?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5972226665557916451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=5972226665557916451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5972226665557916451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5972226665557916451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-bothering-me-but-just-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6998674373186153582</id><published>2009-04-07T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:08:18.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqRW_uzKI/AAAAAAAAANg/uJ4D4yn8Mq4/s1600-h/070420091399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321964231131581602" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqRW_uzKI/AAAAAAAAANg/uJ4D4yn8Mq4/s200/070420091399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqQ8wRC3I/AAAAAAAAANI/1eJuzFAAXVY/s1600-h/070420091404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321964224087395186" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqQ8wRC3I/AAAAAAAAANI/1eJuzFAAXVY/s200/070420091404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqQfpLrxI/AAAAAAAAANA/lXw4QjNO7Ac/s1600-h/070420091394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321964216273055506" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqQfpLrxI/AAAAAAAAANA/lXw4QjNO7Ac/s200/070420091394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqRHW0KQI/AAAAAAAAANY/oABXAia6c8U/s1600-h/070420091397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321964226933434626" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqRHW0KQI/AAAAAAAAANY/oABXAia6c8U/s200/070420091397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqQ4xf9BI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kth4YIvtuqE/s1600-h/070420091402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321964223018824722" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqQ4xf9BI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kth4YIvtuqE/s200/070420091402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a new colleague Irene and she was previously a chief officer from OCBC. Couldn't concentrate on my work because she was too gorgeous! Alright, should write some notes for her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mummy hope you've a good sleep tonight and dream of 4 digits no, =D So when we striked 1st prize we can place another FD and starts invest in currencies. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Loves u lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6998674373186153582?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6998674373186153582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6998674373186153582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6998674373186153582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6998674373186153582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-mummy-have-new-colleague.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SdtqRW_uzKI/AAAAAAAAANg/uJ4D4yn8Mq4/s72-c/070420091399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2710491449946798371</id><published>2009-04-06T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:45:08.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh so she was mad with me because of the ops loss cases that she've to put up. No wonder she ignored me ever since she transferred me to ORQ. And because of the ops loss you've to put up, you starts to _ _ _ _ _ _ _ me. UK* Not because my mgrs are nice to me, I'd be typing a resignation letter to you right now. ****** *** *ss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-2710491449946798371?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2710491449946798371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2710491449946798371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2710491449946798371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2710491449946798371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-so-she-was-mad-with-me-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-234134173595491331</id><published>2009-04-05T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:45:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally got my com and internet fixed. FM still feeling unwell, it has been more than a week. Wonder how's the result. If doctor certified that she have HFMD, then I'd be at Nac until doctor say that she's fit for work. Poor thing, if she's still unwell tomorrow maybe m paying her a visit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is raining, I hope sun shines soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bro-in-law and sister seems well, glad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-234134173595491331?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/234134173595491331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=234134173595491331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/234134173595491331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/234134173595491331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-got-my-com-and-internet-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8741910219263223067</id><published>2009-04-02T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:33:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally pick up my cpu but haven't get if fixed yet. The lady told me that if let say the same problem occurs again, she advised me get a new cpu instead. Because my cpu was custom designed, difficult to get the spare motherboard to replace the old one. And another problem was the temperature of my cpu is too hgigh. So will try not to use my com for too long. Guess is time to buy a new one =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FM Monday on Exam Leave, Tues-Thurs on MC. Hahas... exam stress? So tomorrow she's coming back, whew~ and I can have my FT in the morning. Feels so tired, this month gotta work more SAT to get back my incentive. ='( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe wanna take a day of leave before step goes on block leave. Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;NAC always gotta do so many reporting ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-8741910219263223067?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8741910219263223067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8741910219263223067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8741910219263223067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8741910219263223067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-pick-up-my-cpu-but-havent-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4383701850013014518</id><published>2009-03-31T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:34:47.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't manage to sleep well these few nights and tried to wake up early when m going over to NAC to relief. Even though I left house early, but I always couldn't get up the bus at 0730. So most of the time I would end up taking cabby to work which I dislike the most. Sighs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I don't know whats wrong with her, simply don't like her attitude. Sucks. I know m stupid, but you don't 've to be so impatient with me. M glad that they called to cancel the order. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe later end day will want to leave early. Going back to ORQ to shift my stuffs. Is month end, and that marked the first quarter of 2009. Look how fast time flies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M getting older without much saving =( Don't know why each time I asked myself to save, the more I spent. Just like I spent 230bucks for a great deal at Kimage last evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N I hope FM sickness subsided - Virus totally clean from her IS. And IS have no problem functioning for another... say 5years. If she going for any holiday I should be tagging along to assist her and Alan in carrying their luggages. So I don't 've to go to NAC to relief her. &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/7145898-4383701850013014518?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4383701850013014518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4383701850013014518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4383701850013014518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4383701850013014518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/didnt-manage-to-sleep-well-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2334195705429004636</id><published>2009-03-29T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:16:01.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My goodness, I slept the entire Sunday away! Just now went to central and pick up my com but the shop closed. =( Sighs. Tomorrow gotta be back to office, kinda lazy. Haven't wash up my clothes and haven't pack up my room. =( Argh... can I've another week of leave? Tomorrow gotta sation at NAC. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-2334195705429004636?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2334195705429004636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2334195705429004636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2334195705429004636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2334195705429004636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-goodness-i-slept-entire-sunday-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3771435909214651850</id><published>2009-03-28T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:29:02.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a delightful day with love and really wanted to blog an entry before I would sleep. But m exhausted so reader pls pardon me blogging in point form. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with love and headed to cine k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bump into Wati, Step and SK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't sang well because I didn't drink (usu will 've a hoarsen and sexier vocal if I drink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K session ended at 7pm and we walked around heeren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chilled out at coffee club with love and we had muddy mud pie =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Left at10pm and saw lil' Bernice sms that her friend couldn't make it to o bar =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So headed home instead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love thanks you for a delightful evening! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dead beat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wonder how is his prawn catching session with his ex c'mate &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/7145898-3771435909214651850?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3771435909214651850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3771435909214651850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3771435909214651850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3771435909214651850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-delightful-day-with-love-and-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6235813392767237134</id><published>2009-03-28T05:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:24:07.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday morning and m up at this hour. Being woken up by his sms. Sometimes I really find it strange. I noticed each time when I've a strong feeling that he'd  call, he called. Was it because my six sense was always so accurate or was it because of telepathy? Really couldn't figure out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think m dead shit. Gotta meet up with  _ _ _ _ most probably around noon time. Because _ _ _ _ made a reservation at x p.m. After the session 'd be going to O bar to join lil' Bernice and friends. Then I might not want to be home early, but m glad that  _ _ _ _ tagging along with me. For the sake of _ _ _ _ I'll try to send _ _ _ home early. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But before meeting _ _ _ _ I'd like to go Jean Yip Beauty care. That means I must wake up at 9am to prepare. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm... is Saturday, haven't get my hair trimmed. Should I or shouldn't I get it straightened? Reader pls advice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope weather gonna be cooling, because someone going to catch prawns. And hope all of you've a great weekend! &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/7145898-6235813392767237134?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6235813392767237134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6235813392767237134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6235813392767237134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6235813392767237134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-morning-and-m-up-at-this-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6355942784004176908</id><published>2009-03-27T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:59:43.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know whats wrong with me, I cancelled all meet up. Supposedly to meet up with Zann on Wednesday but didn't plan my time well ended up didn't meet her. Cancelled meet up with Jacelyn on Thursday because couldn't wake up early to prepare. Cancelled this evening meet up with colleagues because troubled with sis problem. Sighs. And I nearly cancelled the K session tomorrow. But I think she might give me some good advice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes really don't feels like interfering so much, but... .. . sighs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Is Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wish I could have longer break&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6355942784004176908?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6355942784004176908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6355942784004176908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6355942784004176908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6355942784004176908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7483102110803682760</id><published>2009-03-26T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:04:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh suppose to meet Jacelyn for lunch this morning at her work place but then was so troubled last night, didn't sleep well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally tomorrow is Friday and soon it's coming to an end of my block leave and that means Kelly gonna be back! =] Tomorrow meeting colleagues for dinner, maybe after that... .. . might want to go drink alone. Depends on dining location and what time we end. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking forward to Saturday going out with _ _ _ _ . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanna set my blog to private, but then quite leh cheh. ='( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright gotta shower and prepare meeting Qin later. Wanna go JP, and wanna go Kimage to get my hair trimmed. Wanna straighten my hair, but then m so damn lazy. Don't feels like stepping out of house. ='(  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I miss my lil' niece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7483102110803682760?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7483102110803682760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7483102110803682760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7483102110803682760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7483102110803682760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-suppose-to-meet-jacelyn-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7996496374137355416</id><published>2009-03-26T03:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:45:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com down with viruses again, tomorrow sending it for "treatment". &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was sleeping inside the room, and being woke up by sis. She was shouting something and I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' niece must have make her angry. Quickly walked out from the room and saw bro in law strangling her neck. Scared me, I pushed them apart and tried not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual and expected all these. Sometimes I just don't understand why she loves to do things that bro in law don't like. Just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; on mobile 24hours, which hubby can endure? Yes, the hubby must have faith in himself and trust towards her. But then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; the same person for the past 3weeks, how to endure? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They quarrelled, the fought. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' niece told me that she was fearful, but there's nothing I could do to resolve the problem. He packed his stuffs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' niece bag and they left. This time, I guess they won't be back so soon. I felt so unbearable when my niece left, she walked towards me and gave me a hug when I burst into tears. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' girl. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People always act and do things stupidly. Why drink to drown your sorrow? Why cry when daughter left you? All these are what you wanted long ago, and now you should be happy. Because your dream comes true. I never want to do anything to stop bro in law to file a divorce with you because you hasn't be a good wife/a good mother. You're always selfish and cares only about yourself. When you're vexed about work, your hubby is there for you. When you're sick on bed, he gets you medicine. But when he met in accident, the first thing you do is to give him a dressing down. When he was badly injured, and needed you to shower for him. You showed attitude. I thought is your duty as a wife to take care of him? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out of so many alcoholic drink, why must you choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bacardi&lt;/span&gt;? You told me the other day that your asthma will relapse if you drink Bacardi, then why still choose that? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; many things I do not understand. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xtreme&lt;/span&gt; low w bad headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7996496374137355416?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7996496374137355416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7996496374137355416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7996496374137355416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7996496374137355416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/com-down-with-viruses-again-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7500819223970608321</id><published>2009-03-24T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:51:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why each time m on leave mummy sure quarrelled with her supervisor and end up jobless. Heard from her was the supervisor didn't credit her cpf, cheated her money. That's why she voiced out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday went over for dinner, she said she will prepare lunch today for me. Was telling babe in msn that m lazy to go over maybe dinner time then walk over. Soon after that, mummy came over and she said she lazy to cook so bought lunch for me. As usual, she'll tidy up the entire house before she sits down and tuck in. Sometimes I just feel so spoilt by her. Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But why I always lose my temper and shouted back at her? She was saying that must be me always leaving the com on thats why the com spoilt. I knew she was just joking with me, but I just can't take that as a joke. I can't control myself but told her off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, it's better for them not to touch my things. If bro needs the com back, he can always have it back. And I'll get a new desktop/lappy myself. Mom said: "Why your characteristic resemble your aunties at your father side? Always so calculative, so petty, so bad/hot/quick temper", so stingy." Yah... she was right, but this is me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm always calculative towards my family, I always throw tantrum and lose my cool towards my family. I'm always stingy towards my family. But towards my friends and the bf, I never. Why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never like them long ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why m like this, always have a plan to do something but never get it started. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always wanted to move out and stay far away from them, but m still stuck at sis place. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How nice if it's gonna be 15years later after a blink of eyes. So I can buy my own house with my own name. Do whatever I like without having to see ppl face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;have an urge to drink.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7500819223970608321?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7500819223970608321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7500819223970608321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7500819223970608321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7500819223970608321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know-why-each-time-m-on-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1887765295724103022</id><published>2009-03-23T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:42:41.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just finish watching the HK drama "Always Ready". Thumb ups! Today is jie jie birthday, here wishing her Happy Birthday! Hmm... what she wants for birthday gift is to ex. I gotta think twice before I decide to buy for her, a lappy. Maybe when the com fixed, I'll move it home for brother to use and get a lappy/desktop for myself. If a lappy, she can share it with me. And treat her to seafood buffet this Friday. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why I'm kinda sad, good friend Kelly gonna be away for one week to Japan for her school trip. Kinda miss her and worried. Not sure if she could adapt to the environment there. Hope she enjoy herself over there. And her aunt take good care of her granny when she's away. Know she worried 'bout her granny health. Thats why didn't disturb her this morning. Hmm... bon voyage! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't have this kind of feeling for quite long. Ever since his last report at the airport before his trip to state. Don't know why was so fearful last night when walking home after chilling out with KQ at PM. And have an urge to phone him. But didn't wanna disturb his sleep. Wonder how was his day as tour guide today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe girls still do not know about us. That why they didn't ask anything about us. =) Sometimes, just couldn't help not to stop thinking/missing you. Couldn't stop worrying 'bout you.  Every second hoping that you're doing well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really wish to have a dinner with you and chat the night away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... .. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-1887765295724103022?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1887765295724103022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1887765295724103022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1887765295724103022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1887765295724103022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-finish-watching-hk-drama-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4489665200614807389</id><published>2009-03-23T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:11:30.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanna use com to help mummy check something and realised that it was down with virus. I got so mad and questioned my brother and sister if they used my com. Maybe m on top of my anger that I shouted at my sis though she told me she did not use my com the night before. M sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom asked me to call up dad to ask him to get the technician up to fix the com for me. But I refused, don't wanna contact him only when I need him to do me a favour. So mom went back home and asked dad to call the technician. Shortly he came, but didn't manage to fix my com for me. He went back home when I doze off. =( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fixed the internet to my sis com, thats why m down here blogging. =] Later gotta help my brother to fax his police report. His bike stolen by someone. Sighs. And don't know which idiot wanna have a fight with him Saturday night at dragonfly. Idiotic people don't because my brother small in size good to be bullied. You people coward, 10 over people beat 1person. You think your girlfriend very pretty? Plz lahs have some confident in urself can? Just wonder how he's now. Worried &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lazy to go over to accompany mom leh. =( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wanna sing K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4489665200614807389?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4489665200614807389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4489665200614807389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4489665200614807389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4489665200614807389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanna-use-com-to-help-mummy-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4028506358733974834</id><published>2009-03-21T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:43:23.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've to close my eyes and hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4028506358733974834?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4028506358733974834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4028506358733974834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4028506358733974834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4028506358733974834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-when-we-touch-honestys-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3031327368973938045</id><published>2009-03-21T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:40:59.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manage to survive at work yesterday. Alright, m really glad that I've colleague like Wati. I'm suppose to take over Six Mama duties but she done everything for me. Thanks! Appreciate officers help too. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with luv at her workplace and headed to Illuzion (Quite difficult to find that pub =( ) so ended up we took cabby there) People there kinda kns, keep disturbing ppl. Pissed off. And that pretty doll girl kept playing game with us, loser TA again. Discount, half a cup ='( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luv m sorry always let you drink so much and always 've to get you to send me home first. Sorry! Enjoyed your accompaniment, thanks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy that he called =) And I hope we'd remain to be like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm... tons of email to clear before I go on block leave starting Monday. Wanna clear my stuffs too, so that new colleague can use my desk when m away. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sometimes thing just don't work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-3031327368973938045?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3031327368973938045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3031327368973938045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3031327368973938045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3031327368973938045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/manage-to-survive-at-work-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4071560192170083393</id><published>2009-03-17T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:23:34.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was so tempted to join Fitness First when I got to know from Six Mama (Melissa) that they offer corporate price for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RBS&lt;/span&gt; staffs. And whats more? The fitness centre located just beside my office. =] How I wish I'll visit the gym and a 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; run on treadmill in the morning, shower and get changed for work. And attend classes in the evening after my work, especially.. body pump. I jolly miss all those fun and loves the feeling of sweating after workout. It simply helps me to sleep well, and wake up early without having to set alarm clock. As well as it really do helps to destress. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But according to my doctor advise, is better for me not to sweat. But that doesn't means I don't exercise at all. I can't swim as well and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got phobia learning to swim. Sighs. If only this has not happen. Maybe I'll consult my doctor advice again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe during my block leave I can do some shopping and get myself a new pair of running shoes. Should get back on track again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; m getting fat. =) I really hope I don't munch so much of junk food. It's not going to do any good to me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So one bread for lunch for this entire week. No dinner appointment. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/7145898-4071560192170083393?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4071560192170083393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4071560192170083393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4071560192170083393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4071560192170083393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-so-tempted-to-join-fitness-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-29115749227861968</id><published>2009-03-17T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:03:35.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why favours me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-29115749227861968?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/29115749227861968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=29115749227861968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/29115749227861968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/29115749227861968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-favours-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4365458695407820876</id><published>2009-03-14T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:07:02.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rec'd call from EF says that FM accounting paper is on 30th this month. So asked if I can take my block leave on the 23rd-27th instead of 25th-31st. What else can I say? No? Impossible. Sians. -.-" Just can't accept that fact that we've to consider other branches head counts before we're allow to take leave. Is r i d i c u l o u s lors. But on the other note, FM had been too nice to me. So whenever she needs help, I'll try my best to help her. Though still have 'bout 2weeks more, wonder how's her preparation for her paper. Hmm... I guess she must still be playing bb and never get started with her revision. But with her intelligence, shouldn't be a problem scoring for distinction without doing any revision. So best of luck! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weekend is here and I have never like, because I gotta do my laundry after my work and also clean up the room. That bores me to core! A ha... Wonder if the girls are free to chill out at night at our usual place. Kinda miss those nights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah, I slept around 9pm last night and couldn't get out of bed when the alarm rang at 5.45am. I let it snooze and nearly overslept. Only got out of bed at 7am. But Sat m not afraid to take a cab, because usually there won't be any traffic jam. So again, I reached office at 8.25am =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sweet of Celin to bought dessert for us. TQ! Reminds me of those days when m a lil' kiddo, mom 'd wake up early in the morning to the market and come back home with soybean milk. =) I miss home. Sobbs ='( &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/7145898-4365458695407820876?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4365458695407820876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4365458695407820876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4365458695407820876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4365458695407820876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/recd-call-from-ef-says-that-fm.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4317607410991805679</id><published>2009-03-12T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:37:14.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wati&lt;/span&gt; has been pretty quiet these few days and got to know from her that she's still mad with her husband about xxx. She used to give in all the times to the hub, but not this time round. Guess her hub really hurts her feeling, and she really minds what the husband thought was only a joke. It bothers her for a week + and she mentioned that he doesn't know how much she loved him. I wish I could help, but then again is better not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mentioned the other day that I had a tiff with Zann/Jasm/and that unreasonable girl to him. He reminded me that I have never shout at him before. Was it really because I see things more openly and optimistically or was it because I loved him too much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4317607410991805679?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4317607410991805679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4317607410991805679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4317607410991805679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4317607410991805679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/wati-has-been-pretty-quiet-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3869180700559035835</id><published>2009-03-12T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:19:52.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melissa on compassionate leave today till next Tuesday. Then Susan was on one day leave. Left Wait, Stephanie and me. Was so busy with work that I only went out for lunch at 2.45pm. Wanna trf $ for my purchases but don't know whats wrong, failed to trf. Walked to coffee bean and had a slice of cake with ultimate w/o whipped cream and thats gone my half an hour lunch break. ='( Half an hour lunch is really too short. Esp your lunch time was being scheduled at 12pm. You peeps aware the crowds at town eatery. That's also why sometimes I couldn't be bother to have a proper lunch though most of the times I only had one meal a day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heavy workload and we're short handed, endless work to do. Kim was asking who wanna drink coke, and I said I want. Kinda strange because I used to hate drinking gas drink. But m serious, coke really kills headache. N I gluped down one and a half bottle of coke. Headache(ness) subsided and comes the discomfort gastric and giddiness. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I expected all these esp these few days been eating spicy and sour foods. Ate too lil and had been too exhausted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonder how's the planning for lil' Malcom birthday celebration. And today's Valencia birthday, Happy Birthday To You! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valencia texted "Can see you can't get over eric". Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well, that's a fact that I can't deny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-3869180700559035835?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3869180700559035835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3869180700559035835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3869180700559035835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3869180700559035835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/melissa-on-compassionate-leave-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6835704700289709118</id><published>2009-03-12T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:11:12.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work sucks, quoted wrong rates. Another Ops Loss case. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6835704700289709118?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6835704700289709118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6835704700289709118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6835704700289709118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6835704700289709118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-sucks-quoted-wrong-rates.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6578085009926996684</id><published>2009-03-11T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:32:56.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haven't finish my satistic report and was being chased back home by officers. =) On my way back home. was craving for the mango salad and the fish soup at thai express so texted MD asked him to accompany me for dinner. I met this lil' "boy" the other day when I had lunch with mummy at the same restaurant. I commented that he's pretty cute looking and MD said, is a she. Hahas, I got deceived by her haircut. It was so nicely trimmed and styled thats why I would guess a he. Out of curiosity, MD asked the manager whether her staff is a he/she. N yepp, was a she. =( Looks like, I've no choice but to accompany him for a movie. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached home past mid night, so tired. Had a nice chat with Eric. Slept only at 2.30am and woke up at 5.45am, thought we'd meet up for breakfast at mac. But hahas... well, looks like someone couldn't get himself up from bed. =) But at least, he texted, informed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eric mentioned on the phone that I do snore when I sleep. Hahas, I don't believe. He joked if he needs to record down. If there's a chance, he'll. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why, I just can't stop thinking of him since the day he called. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;At times m glad that he was here at my workplace. Each time I see him, he'll always tease me and that really makes my day. Didn't know that he stayed at Jur too, and somewhere near my block. Heh*2, don't wanna dinner at GP but JP. Really hope that one day will come =)&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/7145898-6578085009926996684?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6578085009926996684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6578085009926996684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6578085009926996684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6578085009926996684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/havent-finish-my-satistic-report-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-793688638776108512</id><published>2009-03-09T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:42:27.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why I've such a sister like her. Get to know from lil' niece that she didn't go to work today because of stomach feeling unwell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: You didn't work today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Then why can't you help to bring in my clothes when it rains?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She: Why can't you bring in before you go work this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Because I woke up late, thats why. You're so selfish always think of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When it rains, you don't help to bring in our clothes either what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: What you say? When it rains, ur not in. I bring in, folded and place in on the sofa. CB kia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bro-in-law: She's feeling unwell. Nevermind, you put into washing machine and wash it one more time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pls not all my clothes can throw inside the washing maching to wash. And I know is my biz for not getting up early this morning. But you don't have to say &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;such things&lt;/span&gt; if you don't wanna help.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That selfish kia never wash clothes with her own hands before. Thats why she won't know how tiring it is to hand wash all officer wears and jeans. Esp after a hectic day at work. ='( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today not my day okies? Mistake, mistakes, mistakesS, mistakeSs and mistakeSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-793688638776108512?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/793688638776108512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=793688638776108512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/793688638776108512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/793688638776108512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know-why-ive-such-sister-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3384021834572119228</id><published>2009-03-09T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:25:32.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was watching the HK drama "Always Ready" till 1am++ Forced myself to bed, but couldn't sleep. This morning nearly overslept, heh*2 so reached branch as usual 5mins late. And I guess I can't put anything on top of the toilet roll holder because I'll always forget to take my stuff after changing. So today I misplaced my key! Was about to "boardcast" through email but Wati she found it! Whee~ Yepp, m only 22years old but looks like m real forgetful. Is there anything that I can eat to improve my stm problem? Hahas. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, to be very frank hasn't been sleeping well these few nights. The other night he texted, our past just flashed back in my mind. I thought I'll never cry over such silly thing, but I did fri/sat and sun. I cried myself to sleep. Why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is raining cats and dogs outside. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-3384021834572119228?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3384021834572119228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3384021834572119228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3384021834572119228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3384021834572119228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-watching-hk-drama-always-ready-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7942550694858728151</id><published>2009-03-07T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:03:25.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My colleague at NAC called and cried on the phone. She found a good deal to go to korea for 6days at only 700bucks inclusive of air tix+airport tax+accomodation. Why not? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So she was asking if I can go over to NAC to cover her from Apr 11-18. I'm perfectly ok with it so Rosie spoke to Doris to see if she allows me to cover NAC.  Doris told FM that Stephanie is on block leave, ORQ can't afford to spare staff to NAC. FM asked how about she get Nor from Thomson branch to cover ORQ and me to cover NAC. Doris told her that thomson branch is very busy one staff can't cope with the customer crowds. You decide yourself see if you still wanna go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FM was very upset because she really wanna go for this trip. Asked her to seek her bf advice but Alan told her since now short-handed then we save and go end of this year. Still the same. But I don't agree. For the same trip, will you wanna fork out 700 for the trip or 2k? Is a huge different eh? More over, they're getting marry soon, they gotta save for their wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes Doris didn't say that she cannot take leave, but I think that she shouldn't put words across like this. Maybe Doris don't mean that way, so why not just give it a try to see if Eileen approves your leave? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looks, officers are contradicting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First they said we are to clear half of our AL by June and now FM wanna go for a holiday taking a 5days AL. She was being reminded that thomson branch can't cope with the crowds with only one staff. Yes is true. But then again, this is when you as our Branch Ops Manager (BOM) should do something for us. Voice out to Mrs Teo for us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is very unfair for us. Just like what I had mentioned and voiced out so aggressively the other day. When we've got enough manpower we were "forced" to clear leave. When we're short handed our leave are blocked. But why? Is our entitlement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &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/7145898-7942550694858728151?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7942550694858728151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7942550694858728151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7942550694858728151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7942550694858728151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-colleague-at-nac-called-and-cried-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4885710982682676149</id><published>2009-03-07T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:40:14.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After blogging out the below entry, I've forgotten what I actually wanna blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4885710982682676149?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4885710982682676149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4885710982682676149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4885710982682676149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4885710982682676149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-blogging-out-below-entry-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1578249346088264176</id><published>2009-03-07T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:39:38.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a day off and woke up only at 11am++ thought sis still sleeping inside her room but she already went out. Mom came over and as usual she would sweep the floor and tidy the house while waiting for me to prepare. Had lunch at thai express, asked mom if it suits her appetite. And she said it was tasty! When the bill came, she said I shouldn't 've spent so much on a meal. Hahas. Mom, once in awhile you gotta pamper your stomach! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch session with mom and she bends my ear about sis and me. I told mom that bro-in-law is a very good hubby he does all the things that a wife ought to do like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Wake up early in the morning to make milk for the kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Send the kid to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Pick up the kid from the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Buy dinner for the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Shower for the kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Prepare dinner for the kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Chase the kid to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Sing song to the kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Did all the laundry (wash, hang and bring in the clothes, fold and put neatly into the wardrobe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Vacuum and mop the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. Tidy the house every weekend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looks... where to find such a good hubby? N as hub and wife, I personally strongly think that both should contribute to the household expenses. But no, everything bears by my bro-in-law. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sister she's so fortunate yet she do not know how to cherish the hubby. Sighs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And lil' niece is only 5years old, her only child. But why can't she pampers her just a lil' more. Talk to her nicely and be more patient with her? Why? My heart ache each time lil' niece cried especially when she dressed gorgeously and dolled up glamorous(ly) burst into tears just because she needed the mom to apply cream for her itch. But the mom couldn't find the cream and got so piss off and yelled at her on top of her voice. It really hurts not just the lil' girl but me as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lil' niece always love me tagging along when they go out for shopping but m just so lazy to step out of the house during weekend. I hope the daddy talk senses to her, cuz she'll understand and be a obedient girl. She just a lil' girl, be more patient and tolerance. Love her, dote on her. Build a good relation with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That time when bro-in-law and lil' niece went over to yew tee, don't you feel the house empty? I could tell you miss them badly but why can't you just apologise? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One more thing - You think for yourself. So what bro-in-law is just a courier man? And why... why he refuse to find job (engineering line) that he's interested in? Because of you. He can choose to put his career as his top priority and be a career man. He can work 48hours non-stop because he's so into it but can you take it? Can you do all the things he does as a daddy? You can't and is proven before both of you got married. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't you think how fortunate you're to have such a great hub and daughter? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I just felt so envious of mom and sis to have such a capable hubby. N thats the reason why m so into him when he's the first guy whom I met so far who knows how to cook, did his own laundry and obviously a filial son. Thats why I cherish him so much and willing to change myself but things isn't as simple as what I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy to know that i'm someone that you trust and share your problem. I do not know how to advice you, the only thing I could do is to lend you my listening ears. I hope things will be better for the coming week. M sure you could find a better solution to deal with the economy downturn. And don't ever think that I'll hate you. What happened, is not all your fault. We've tried and apparently we don't work out. Whatever it's, I should say thank you. There's ups and downs in life,  m sure soon you would overcome it. Way to go guy!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-1578249346088264176?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1578249346088264176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1578249346088264176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1578249346088264176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1578249346088264176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-day-off-and-woke-up-only-at-11am.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-5897454162771069904</id><published>2009-03-05T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:21:01.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If only I was born in a wealthy family and I'll resign and take a long vacation break to somewhere relaxing and lead a carefree life. Repeated mistake within a week is intolerance and seems like i've lost my concentration at work after so many things happened this year. I no longer excel in my work and looks like m a grumbler. =( Alright, I hope I'll have a good rest tomorrow since I took a day leave. Still undecide whether should I go for the dinner or shouldn't I. If m going, m gonna spend a few hundred bucks. =( Besides, mom having a day off and sis too. So tomorrow shopping day for us. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I've half a million, I'll invest in AUD $. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only time could turn back... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-5897454162771069904?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5897454162771069904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=5897454162771069904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5897454162771069904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5897454162771069904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-only-i-was-born-in-wealthy-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6565933587432926977</id><published>2009-03-05T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:35:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last evening BOMs having meeting so we could go back home once we finished our work. 5.30pm is too early for me to go off and meet up with Jasm at her work place. So decided to help Wati with her return mails. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not sure why I always get so pissed off when Jasm showed to me those smses from her. Not sure if she noticed that only yesterday or long*2 ago. If she noticed that long ago, why would she still wanna show me those smses? I was kinda disappointed and walked off. Plenty of thoughts on my mind when I was taking a cabby home. I felt that m like a fool, waited for 2hours for her to knock off and supposedly to catch up with each other at cafe since both of us not going to take our dinner. But why I ruined the chit chat session that I used to enjoy her companion? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't I change for the sake of my friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &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/7145898-6565933587432926977?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6565933587432926977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6565933587432926977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6565933587432926977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6565933587432926977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-evening-boms-having-meeting-so-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7917621934692231075</id><published>2009-03-01T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:27:23.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonna attend a wedding dinner this upcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Was thinking of getting my hair trimmed, maybe coloured as well as get it straighten. But it's gonna cost me a few hundred bucks. Shouldn't 've spent so much previous month. Just gotten my pay but all gone to cc =( I was thinking to terminate my ccs but to be honest, is tough. Maybe just get one terminated and slowly I should control my spending. Then get started with my driving licence and get a car myself. Or... .. save it up for my 3 rooms flat 10years later. Hahas. Though getting a tattoo done on my wrist has been my wish. But I've think twice and decided not to, I won't know I might regret one day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with KQ yesterday evening and we had dinner together. I was complaining a lot 'bout work and my sister. M sorries for being so naggy. Hahas! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O yah, Qin said that I put on weights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7917621934692231075?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7917621934692231075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7917621934692231075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7917621934692231075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7917621934692231075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/gonna-attend-wedding-dinner-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8497572180895477230</id><published>2009-02-28T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:58:45.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Expected that she (Officer Kim) wanna have a word with me and that was why she asked me for dinner together at Sushi Teh. Yep she reminded me not to be so aggressive when voicing out an issue. Be it m here or be it m working elsewhere. I'm really sorry about it, perhaps m too worked out. I hope certain things I've shared 'd be just in between she and me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier on thunder striked, and the circuit jumped. Reminded me of that morning at your place when I wanna shower. But the bathroom light couldn't be switched on. You fixed it, didn't know you could do that. After not contacting with each other, I still find it so tough to let go. Seems like, you're always on my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She never cares about me. Just a bread that I asked her to buy but she could totally forgotten about it. Is not that I need accompany for dinner but I'm lazy to step out of the house, why can't she just grab sunshine loaf from the mama shop downstairs with peanut for me? So what your came back from IMM? There isn't any bakery shop? Pls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dislike weekend. Imagine m going on block leave end of march. N m not going to step out of the house, m I not going to eat anything for the consecutives 5days? Maybe extended another day for the doctor appointment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why m I so lazy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-8497572180895477230?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8497572180895477230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8497572180895477230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8497572180895477230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8497572180895477230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/expected-that-she-officer-kim-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1543681309621947198</id><published>2009-02-26T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:28:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I've reacted impulsively and I sounded too harsh just now. I'm sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I voiced out because I felt that when there's enough staffs, we were told to clear half of our AL by June. But when we're short handed, our leave are all being blocked, why? I understand that we're short handed but you as our bosses should understand that is very tiring to work like robot everyday like this. We're not asking for one stretch of 3 or 5days leave eh? Annual leave is our entitlement and in my point of view is not right to block our leave because we're short handed. The management '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got to do something. Just like May is on no pay leave, and only 'd be back around June or July. Then temp contract staff should be employed. Yes right now we've, but again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boms&lt;/span&gt; are being sarcastic towards her. Whats the problem with her? Why I've got a very, extremely strong feeling that you people are always picking on others and condemning them? And forced people to leave without giving people a reason why they were told to leave. It happens to my friends, I just wanna know why, why they were being treated this way? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've told myself umpteen times that sometimes certain thing is good not to know too much. But where's the justification? Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boms&lt;/span&gt; from BOA are all of a same kind? Why they judge people by word of mouth? I'm disappointed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing that I noticed is that there's no communication between officers and us. I really miss those days at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NAC&lt;/span&gt;. Where we work as one united team. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt extremely bad after voicing up for them, because it seems to become an issue. Was being called to see Doris and the very first question came out from her mouth was: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt;, I see you're the least problem but why... .. . were you nominated to voice out for them?" Looks, when there's a miscommunication there definitely will be a misunderstanding. I admit my attitude wasn't good. I'm really sorry to have think that by voicing will helps to sort things clearly and I really do hope we could '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; a stronger bond with officers. I don't like officers to practice favouritism whatever issue they've with that particular person, I do hope they'll sort things out rather than showing faces to each other. I really felt fortunate to be doted by all officers. But m neutral, m not siding my colleague neither m I siding the officers. I just hope we'll be able to communicate well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doris do see our points and I could tell that she's trying to help us and I really appreciated that. What she suggested (meeting weekly) is what all I wanted. I suggested it to be hold in the morning but the rest wanted to be at the end of the day. Family time, I'd appreciate if most of the time they'd choose to come an hour late rather than leaving office an hour early. But they always prefer the other way round of my preferences. But m fine with it, m fine with all. Besides, I've never been punctual for work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ORQ&lt;/span&gt;. M always 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, m looking forward for a happier working environment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna a tattoo at my left wrist and a facial piercing. If we are good, these two wishes listed on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wish list&lt;/span&gt; would be fulfilled. Even I don't mind going to the tattoo shop alone, I'd prefer you're there to choose the design for me. N before I was a frontliner, I've always want a facial piercing but now I doubt I'll get that done for free... because it was done by you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm too tensed up. N I'm sorry to 've said all that. I know you care, but 'd appreciate if you'd leave me alone for the time being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tired, extremely worn out. Gonna give my favourite tv show a miss. Gonna tuck in early. N be branch at 830 to do my reports. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &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/7145898-1543681309621947198?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1543681309621947198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1543681309621947198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1543681309621947198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1543681309621947198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-ive-reacted-impulsively-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8058962810644298852</id><published>2009-02-25T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:26:37.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch appointment with Jacelyn cancelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Staff pass left inside the ladies and didn't manage to find back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner with sister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to see the doctor, and she referred me to specialist =( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;History repeated left my wallet at home and realised only when I reached the bus stop. As usual walked home  to take. End up reached branch slightly late. =( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knocked off early and headed to PS to meet up with love. Had dinner at mac alone while waiting for her. Love not hungry so we went shopping around. Saw TY and yepp we chatted. =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Accompanied love back to her shop and then we went to buy tix (Hes Just Not That Into You). I find myself so similiar to Drew Barrymore role in that show. The entire movie lasted about 2hrs, so by the time the show ended was already mid night. Took cabby home, m extremely exhausted. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps too tired, didn't hear the alarm ring. N I only woke up at 7.30am but I still insisted to take a shower and for once in my life I showered in less than 15mins. Get myself prepared in less than 20mins. Reached branch slightly early than yesterday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was checking my mailbox - "Access card found. Please contact me". Quickly jotted down the name and went asking around where's Neha sitting at. Wanted to buy her lunch but she rejected. Aha! Thanks! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So glad that I don't 've to spend 100bucks to get a replacement card. But work doesn't seems right for all of us. I was busy with that staff remittance application. N backroom ppl they're simply sucks. They can liase with the staff themselves but they refused. So a lesson learnt, check before accepting anything from customer. Especially staffs. By the way, is not that I didn't check properly but staff provided the wrong informations and get me involved. Sometimes wanna be professional-wannabe also very tough lors. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knocked off, went to JP to pay my bills. Bump into him. Chatted awhile and departed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alrighty, gonna watch my tv show "Always Ready".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pack my room before I allow myself to sleep. =( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take care peep! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/7145898-8058962810644298852?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8058962810644298852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8058962810644298852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8058962810644298852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8058962810644298852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-lunch-appointment-with-jacelyn.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6955265119154356993</id><published>2009-02-22T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:28:07.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had dinner with love at her work place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; evening. After which headed down to PB to drink balance and planned to join lil' Bernice and boyfriend at O bar. But love cousin, Cindy called and said she'd be coming down with her friends. So we waited for them to arrive. Cindy such a good drinker, each time she drink she TA. So we too... =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why I just don't wanna see her that night but she just happens to join us. Initially m good, but her presence just makes me so uneasy. I dislike love to be the middle person in between us. But I really do not know how not to let her be in that shoe. Love... .. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Thank You" - Don't bother to sms me that to show you're disappointed. Can you show you care in a nicer way? Pls don't bother about me the next time I go drinking with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you also. Don't text me to ask me slap or beat you because I'm unhappy with you. Till now you still haven't reflect yourself. Why you always wanna act in that way? You think like this we can resolve our problem? Sorry is what I wanna hear from you, and we'll be good like before. M I asking too much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went work on Thursday morning so shag. Melissa and Wati tried so hard to disturb me. But I simply don't give a damn to their jokes. I was so so moody at work, because of their smses. Why lil' things they texted will affect my mood tremendously? M so restless, so moodless to concentrate on my work. But I've endured, headed home straight after knock off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hangover on Friday morning. Nothing much just that I had lunch with Jacelyn at TCC. =) Took bus back home with Wati and she reminded not to do it [Drinking] again on Weekday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the mrt station with Doris and she dragged me for shopping. Was slightly late for my appointment with Shi Yun (Prudential Financial Consultant). Sorry babe to keep you waiting. A very nice and chatty girl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna watch "Hes just not so into you" after my work. But he's still sleeping, =( When he woke up, m already on my way back home. So planned to catch the mid night show. But sis quarrelled with bro-in-law so she asked if I wanna go drink with her cuz she's alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. I didn't manage to meet up with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely bad, and I really mean it. Each time I promise to have dinner/movie with him. I'll definitely fail to turn up. But he's always there for me. Yesterday evening before I take a nap, he asked if I wanna eat anything he'll buy for me and send up to my place. Hahas... he reminds me of Chris, the first ex bf. He used to buy food up to my place. Still remember that evening when I was so sick, he sat beside the bed and waited for me to be up. The peanut congee with soy sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, buddy m really sorry. Dinner and movie on me, probably this week. Don't treat me so nice, cuz m not used to it. Hahas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, gotta do laundry and pack up my room =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mummy for nagging and nagging non stop -.-" Thats why m able to get out of bed at noon. &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/7145898-6955265119154356993?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6955265119154356993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6955265119154356993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6955265119154356993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6955265119154356993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-dinner-with-love-at-her-work-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-5827449555611649028</id><published>2009-02-18T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:34:24.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chanel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handbag&lt;/span&gt; as Valentine's present, I also wanna one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;. =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do hope it was all coincidence and not that they purposely spy on me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First day work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ORQ&lt;/span&gt; knock off on the dot. =) Always bump into this lady (my neighbour), but this evening I kinda couldn't recognise her. Because her fake eye lashes were removed. And her eyes look real small. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, nice chatting with her at the lobby. N just to know I've got the same name as her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' sister. =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was sleeping and being woke up by mom. =( m having gastric again. wth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/7145898-5827449555611649028?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5827449555611649028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=5827449555611649028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5827449555611649028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5827449555611649028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/chanel-handbag-as-valentines-present-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1862800737911521890</id><published>2009-02-16T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:49:23.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is coming towards end of February, and obviously 2009 doesn't seems to be a good year for me. Be it family, friends, work, wealth etc... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been real forgetful and I lost my birthday gift, my baby G white colour watch =( sobss. Melissa said get ur ah boy to buy you new one. Hahas... ah boy no longer mine. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really sorry for what happened today, and you two got scolded because of me. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;moody at work... =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-1862800737911521890?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1862800737911521890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1862800737911521890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1862800737911521890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1862800737911521890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-coming-towards-end-of-february-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6379787062969245715</id><published>2009-02-15T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:00:10.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SO WAD SHE MOI BEST FRENS?? OR BUDDIES?? u dunch need to noe ba?? can u plz dunch copy moi stuff to ur blog n post it?? TKS F**KING MUCH!! u nv told mi u wont turn up, i onli rem u sae u promise u will come.. dunch tink im KIDZ anyway we oways less communictation but i dunch tink IT A NEED MAN!! like wad celest sae tt day outside her pub.. i dunch tink im ur wadeva gd fren.. cox i dunch wanna noe u well.. THAT'S IT!! TINK B4 U SHOOT MI BACK..cb.. der is a LIMIT! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not happy, then don't come to my blog. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please larhs, you think for yourself. That time when you and mummy quarrelled. What I've done for you? You think your so called "best friends" will do all that? After work, wearing my heels and got drench in the rain send dinner all the way up to your house. Took half day urgent leave and rushed down to NUH, waited for you for hours. Back home shower and rushed down again when you told me you're very scare at the hospital. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Accompained you to chillz out at night till 3/4am at pioneer mall almost every nights. Tried to be your side when you needed someone. You forgotten all that? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevermind. I always regards myself as infallible and opinionated. I always PRETEND to be caring, PRETEND to be nice to you people ("friends"). Thanks for letting me know that m SO FAKE. Thank you VERY much. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This will be the last thing that I wanna tell you: I really overslept not that I already plan ahead that m not going. I hint you that I might not going because I drink on friday, I know myself very well that I'll definitely overslept. N I did sms you when I woke up, if you wanna me go down let me know I'll. Be it, it's already 4am in the morning. Don't mind to join you girls for breakfast. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;True friend never because such a lil' thing and kick a big fuss over it. And I'm really sorry for not turning up. Look at my entry again. I mentioned "DON"T BECAUSE OF THEM (CHILLZ PPL) AND OUR FRIENDSHIP TURNS SOUR CAN?" I'm not angry for those nasty words you had texted. But why, why again and again you just refuse to give in. You're the one who starts all these, I always treat you as a lil' sister. Someone I dotes on, but I dislike to give in all the times. Especially, m not wrong this time. Sorry is what I want hear from you, is it so hard? So tough? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;True friend never scold her friend used to be so dear, so close to her CB. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're adults, already 22 this year. Treasure true friends around you, because they're hard to find. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for being a great friend for the past few years. Always there disturbing me and tried hard to make me smile when m angry. I still remember those days at school. &lt;/p&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;Thank You! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7145898-6379787062969245715?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6379787062969245715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6379787062969245715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6379787062969245715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6379787062969245715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-wad-she-moi-best-frens-or-buddies-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1022923328578339060</id><published>2009-02-15T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:18:39.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;* i juz dunch wish u to promise mi on de last wed tt u will b goin down early to ur fren pub n wait fer us, receive ur mesage toldin mi u juz wake up frm ur zz. NVM!! den i hate wen YOU tokin on fone on fri, i ask r u cfm will go down, den u ans mi, did i promise u i will go down.. WAD TT ATTITUDE MAN!! DEN DUNCH PROMISE MI TT DAY!! ANYWAY 2SIDE ALSO MOI FREN. I NTH TO SAE!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You don't know me well, thats why all the miscommunication and misunderstanding arised. I did asked you did I promise you that I'll join u girls that evening? --&gt; Already told you that I might not turn up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever shit, you have never regards me as your friend. Kkx, your zhuzhu your bestfriend eh?&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/7145898-1022923328578339060?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1022923328578339060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1022923328578339060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1022923328578339060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1022923328578339060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-juz-dunch-wish-u-to-promise-mi-on-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7679198112784865141</id><published>2009-02-14T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:55:00.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the Valentine's eve with love. Waited for luv to knock off and went to Bugis. Luv pass me the V'tine cake that she bought for me. Did expect that she'll do that, and wanted to get her something too. I thought I'll leave home early to shop for gift and buy luv herbs tea cuz knew that she fall ill. But I didn't. Luv, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to topone ktv at bugis, we sang from 11pm-5am. Really enjoyed, thanks luv. Sorry to have repeated &lt;a title="勇气" onclick="cc();" href="http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/24233ht.htm" target="haotingmusiclisten"&gt;勇气&lt;/a&gt; again and again. And sorry to have cried. Luv, thanks for your tolerance! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUsor_PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qwsuHrl2RMc/s1600-h/Feb+13,2009-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645869180091634" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUsor_PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qwsuHrl2RMc/s200/Feb+13,2009-0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUrYvKwI/AAAAAAAAAME/xTI46yepXvY/s1600-h/Feb+13,2009-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645868844755714" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUrYvKwI/AAAAAAAAAME/xTI46yepXvY/s200/Feb+13,2009-0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIU3d0HaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XEY8qhIP-uI/s1600-h/Feb+13,2009-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645872087276962" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIU3d0HaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XEY8qhIP-uI/s200/Feb+13,2009-0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUa1jw1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/K8U4-PsGR2Q/s1600-h/140220091097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645864402240338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUa1jw1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/K8U4-PsGR2Q/s200/140220091097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUJXy8CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zDL3dX5-hkg/s1600-h/130220091094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645859714002978" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUJXy8CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zDL3dX5-hkg/s200/130220091094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;luv, I luv you eternally. smooch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbI5qVCy4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/BhFDnukRPBA/s1600-h/daba0cd9-7f7b-8e91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302646504215989122" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbI5qVCy4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/BhFDnukRPBA/s200/daba0cd9-7f7b-8e91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love this dress! &lt;p&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/7145898-7679198112784865141?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7679198112784865141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7679198112784865141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7679198112784865141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7679198112784865141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SZbIUsor_PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qwsuHrl2RMc/s72-c/Feb+13,2009-0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1632739175924548471</id><published>2009-02-13T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:05:18.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever mention about you. That day Doris asked me to ask you for suggestion whether it's better to go Japan or Beijing during end of mar. Took days to think over should I contact you. She asked again yesterday. Hahas. Left with no choice but to text you. Was thinking if you're still in town. Because you told me you'd be away to state during feb. You called, as usu after your drinking session. You said you just came back this week. Was so used to you calling before your departure but now you no longer. Gotta get adapted without you by my side, without you calling at night, without you disturbing me, without you singing duet at pub with me, without you keeping an eye of my handphone. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why you said sorry. Don't know why you said you owe me a lot of things. What happened in the past had pass. I wish you well and really hope to attend your wedding this year. Wanna see who's the fortunate bride to marry you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;many, tons of unfulfilled wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;n we jux ended like this. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How I wish to get away during my block leave-end of mar. Friends are schooling, how I wish I'd 've the guts to travel to another town alone. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight gotta pick up the love one from her work. Then she gonna accompany me for supper. Because I skipped my breakfast, lunch and gonna skip my dinner too. Because m simply lazy to buy something to eat. N m not hungry at all too. So supper on me, my love. After that we gonna sing till dawn, training to be next batch of superstar! Hahas. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Happy V'tine's Day. &lt;p&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/7145898-1632739175924548471?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1632739175924548471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1632739175924548471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1632739175924548471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1632739175924548471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-mention-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-610475138436882083</id><published>2009-02-10T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:05:06.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so pissed off by Joanne and Michelle. Dropped them an email this afternoon and neither of 'em reply me. Called them at the end of the day, but they put away my call. So printed out the email and passed it to Kim. Kim read and commented that I should have provide more details. Sometimes the required details are missing, receiver will just ignore. But, my extension no is there. Any details they need, they can always call back to find out. Though we don't work in the same department but we work in the same company. We're all working, why can't they just make work simpler and happier? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never like the way "arguing" with officer over this kind of issue. Remember, a person who excel in her work because of her positive attitude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N yes ORQ workload may be 10times heavier than NAC, but is a good training ground. Endure - because at the end of the day, you'll learn something new. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never think that error correction can be performed when a posting was done in error. Remember OC always do it right the first time and all the time? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, is already 11:39pm stop thinking about work eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wati youngest daughter asked: "Mummy, kaka (sister) sleep without locking her door but why mummy can't?" Hahas... till now the mummy still couldn't find an answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the midst of our conversation I answered: "Sometimes, is not they (all parents) want but they need". =D Wati laughted out loud inside the train. =X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wati said only recently she gets to know me better and she realised the way I look was so much different with my character. Certain thing she think that I won't do but I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I hope I won't be proud of anyone around me any more. I hope I'll be proud of myself one day. Always told Wati that m proud of my mom, my 3aunts, my friends and him. Until she noticed that m always proud of all people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much more to blog, but is getting late. Gotta rest and hopefully tomorrow I'll wake up a lil' earlier. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gd night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-610475138436882083?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/610475138436882083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=610475138436882083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/610475138436882083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/610475138436882083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-so-pissed-off-by-joanne-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6342522428307520649</id><published>2009-02-09T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:24:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Expected, u're mad with me because I didn't turn up. Because I break my promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I just don't understand why "friends" always like to mention name that they know I don't like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why you're so certain what Celest said is the truth? You still remember what she tried to do when m so drunk? You still remember what she did to me when m drunk? N what she told others about me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be it he is speaking the truth or she's. M not gonna give a damn and never like all these shit. Mouth is theirs, whatever and whoever-e-fucker wanna bad mouth about it, go ahead. There's nothing I can do to stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't like to hear about ppl bad mouthing about me, and I don't like the way they look at me. Thats why I never like going back there. You know me for years, you should know what kind of person I'm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of 'em m in doubt and questioned him. I hate it okies? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So don't because of 'em our f'ship turn sour can? &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/7145898-6342522428307520649?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6342522428307520649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6342522428307520649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6342522428307520649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6342522428307520649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/expected-ure-mad-with-me-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7029312577206149654</id><published>2009-02-08T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:38:02.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sorries&lt;/span&gt; girls for not joining u babes for drink. Friday night went drinking with Doreen, reached home couldn't sleep. Slept only at 3am, and headed to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celin&lt;/span&gt; bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pratas&lt;/span&gt; for us, thank you so much! Reached home around 3pm, wanna sleep but can't. Life upgrading all the drilling sounds, damn it. Nap only at 6 in the evening, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why 8pm alarm won't be able to wake me up. (min of sleep must 've 3hours) Woke up at 4am, saw all the miss calls and messages from you girls. Didn't reply either. Lazy =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surf the net till 6am then sleep. That lil' niece so irritating. I purposely lock the door because I know that she'll definitely comes in and disturb my sleep. But worse, she knocked the door so loudly this morning. I got out of bed and unlocked the door. Arghz...! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These few nights didn't manage to sleep well, down with the sickening flu. All thanks to lil' niece turned off my heater that night when m having shower. =( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N where's the flu tablet? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;rather forgetful this yr... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh dear, I just remember that I used my ID to exchange for visitor pass on Saturday morning. Tomorrow morning must remember to exchange it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7029312577206149654?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7029312577206149654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7029312577206149654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7029312577206149654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7029312577206149654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorries-girls-for-not-joining-u-babes.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4426824946069404154</id><published>2009-02-03T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:45:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think she been too sensitive lately. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes, I admit that I dislike her to touch my stuffs. But that day I don't mean to slam the door after I hung up the phone call. And what she texted was really mean. If she don't likes me staying over at her place, then say so. Don't always phrase it "You better move back home and stay. Because afterall they're your parents. Don't wait till they pass away and feel remorse." Wth, don't curse my parents okies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't be so mean to me and force me to do things that I hate. I don't wish to stay apart from you people. Don't drive me nuts, because I'll really move far away. N never ever wanna see a sight of you people again. Don't drive me to become like this, please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Susan going on 2weeks block leave starting from Monday. Gotta do reports at end day again. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lift upgrading, stop the drilling can? I need to rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dwn wif flu..&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/7145898-4426824946069404154?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4426824946069404154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4426824946069404154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4426824946069404154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4426824946069404154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-she-been-too-sensitive-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7142669565628702895</id><published>2009-02-01T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:14:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodness, yesterday was the fourth days drinking session for the week. I think I broke my record. Hahas. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh was baby who asked me, just at the right time when m just done with all the laundry. Bodie so steady really put my songs under his bar. Steady arh! Promise him that I'll still drop by more frequent but just promised my girlfriends that m quitting. Hahas. But m seriously okies? Drinking feeling is just terrible, nowadays I drink I no longer puke. But it works like laxative, always down with diarrhoea, why? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Headed to another pub when Plush closed. Never like to go there and I don't give a damn to what she had said. Be it what she said is the truth or just trying to break us up. Lil' baby, she said all that because I believe she overheard what I told her girl. N I never like to suspect the love one, be it we're still in good term or we're just a friend. Never like to be sorry for what I asked especially when in doubt. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe I can let go, is just a matter of time. Jialin, don't keep doing that to him. U've to clearly understand that is impossible between the two of you. If it's meant to be ur's, is ur's. You don't 've to try so hard to let it work out. And there's no right/wrong in a relationship, is matter of whether you gonna choose to be happy/sad and get hurts. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M silly of my choice. But right now m gonna tell myself not to disturb him any more. N I hope we gonna be fine and keep in touch with each other. All the best to you in your future endeavours! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for being there for the past few months. Really appreciate it. I don't care 'bout what happened in between because I could sense that you care, is enough. BIG thank you! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alrighty, sis and family just went out. Guess gonna get myself something to eat and something to do. Gotta stay awake, so tonight I can have an early rest. Tomorrow gotta work. Back to own branch, I simply miss working with them okies? I miss ORQ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zann just reminded me choice of word is very important. N you should know what m trying to say, if you gonna think that way then there's nothing I can do. I wish you well and hope lil' god son healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7142669565628702895?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7142669565628702895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7142669565628702895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7142669565628702895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7142669565628702895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodness-yesterday-was-fourth-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2618588351079066502</id><published>2009-01-30T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:14:35.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been drinking since Tuesday with Vedelene at The Dolphine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                         Wednesday with baby at Plush Bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                         Thursday with Jasmine at Plush Bar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I think I better stay home and do laundry instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, upload some photos at friendster. U girls may wanna take a look over there, m lazy to photoblog. Weekend's here, gonna shower and have a good rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I been to thinking when I needed you. Just where are you? Yes I expect and demand too much.  &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/7145898-2618588351079066502?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2618588351079066502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2618588351079066502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2618588351079066502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2618588351079066502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-drinking-since-tuesday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-5141281141403600390</id><published>2009-01-26T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:01:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reunion dinner at bro-in-law place. Dishes all cooked by bro-in-law, thumb ups! Ved suggested to watch movie and we watched "The Wedding Game". Worth watching, next show I wanna watch is "Love Matters". Show ended 'bout 2am and lil' niece fallen asleep inside the cinema. When the daddy carried her, she cried and all the audience turned and looked at us. To be frank m mad, but she's just a lil' kiddo. N m like this too when I was at her age. But I don't cry as loud as her. Only when sis shouted at her, she woke up from her "dream". =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sent bro and mom back home and went off to pay my bills. When m done, crossing the road saw mom stood at the gate looking at me. Used my hands to chase her in to sleep but she just refused. Reached the void deck she shouted from third floor and asked me to go up and stay a night over at her place. So I stayed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had some fish porridge before sleep. Mom said not to waste food. =( Tried to finish but mom knew that m bloated. So she ate it up for me. Hahas. Couldn't sleep watched tv shows with brother. I slept at around 3.30am and he was still awake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could smell and guess what mom prepared for lunch inside the room where I used to sleep. I could hear the FM 933 when I walked to the kitchen and mom down there frying veggies. Went back to the room and sleep, when the mom was done with everything she came in and wake me up for lunch. Couldn't recall when was the last time that I had lunch together with mom at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darren my nephew one year younger than me is getting marry soon after the wife (Pila) give birth to the daughter. So mom was asking how was I getting on with Eric. Asked him to come over for dinner some other day. She nags the usual stuffs (Your second half must be able to give in to you and tolerate your temper. And there she goes non-stop...) then she said if he's the right one, get marry soon when mom still strong to take care of the grandchildren. Alright. She reminds me too much of him again. After lunch I just went in the room to "rest" and tears just flow down the cheeks when all the memories just flashed in my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After her shower, she came in with all the cookies and pineapple tarts. She asked what drink I could like to have and she brought it in for me. Munching the cookies and mom insisited that I bring some home, so I could have a few bites when surfing the net. Hahas, told mom that m not bringing back because is fattening! I've learnt my lesson. There was once a cny I munched all the cny cookies that I put on 7kgs of weights. So this year m not gonna eat much of those stuffs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom said only I was there she would take out all the cookies watching the tv shows, chatting with me. Else she would be taking a nap right after her shower. Mom asked how's work at ORQ, hmm... for once I felt she cares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night spent over at mummy place, m already so spoilt. You know having someone to serve supper/tea-break into the room and bringing it out to wash it for me. Is like so darn good. Thank you my dearest mummy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright gotta bring in the clothes and get myself prepared for K session with lil' niece Ved' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;full stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-5141281141403600390?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5141281141403600390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=5141281141403600390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5141281141403600390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5141281141403600390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion-dinner-at-bro-in-law-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8419437815400270561</id><published>2009-01-25T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:38:47.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy CNY to all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really hope I will stop drinking. Because... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the feeling of not able to vomit out is terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the feeling of feeling famished yet no appetite to eat is torturing to me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I hope I'll finish that bottle of martell and never go drink this frequent any more. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was feeling so shag at work on Saturday morning. But I manage to endure for the day. Aha! Glad that officer Kim left office together with me, else I would have take a cab home. =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My systems keep on giving me problem. Madness. N after cny, m going back to nac for the entire week. Back to ORQ for 2days and Wed m gonna be back to nac again. So sick and tiring to go here and there. Is so unfair to me but I've got no choice. And this would be the reason why Doris and Mrs Teo dote on me eh? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't need a long break, so I hope I would be back to work soon on Wednesday. I have make up my mind not to clear my leave by taking block leave. I'll only go on block leave end of the year. So once Melissa is back, I'll take Friday and Monday off. 'll have more rest day on March. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look at how time flies, 2009 Jan is going to end soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;m sorry for what I did on Friday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-8419437815400270561?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8419437815400270561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8419437815400270561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8419437815400270561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8419437815400270561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1389328933754424873</id><published>2009-01-22T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:40:45.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meet up with sis at commonwealth to have dinner then parted and home. She gotta be home to take care of lil' Malcom. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As usual, that question never fails. We're good right now, thanks for your concern. Hmm... meet up soon and yepp u owe me a coffee club dinner. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomorrow pay day, guess 2/3 of the pay gonna be gone to credit card, bills and mom allowance. Gonna do my lashes for chinese new year, and some new tops. Heh heh... tml meeting Doreen for shopping and Ryan for drink. M not leaving early, so who's gonna join me when Ryan's left? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXiEU58mowI/AAAAAAAAALs/GHNqFTav-xg/s1600-h/220120091014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294126856661279490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXiEU58mowI/AAAAAAAAALs/GHNqFTav-xg/s200/220120091014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another buttons top, my favourite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXiEUtMI-kI/AAAAAAAAALk/2h_uZZntVD0/s1600-h/220120091028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294126853236783682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXiEUtMI-kI/AAAAAAAAALk/2h_uZZntVD0/s200/220120091028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think the same design in white will goes well with this long skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/7145898-1389328933754424873?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1389328933754424873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1389328933754424873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1389328933754424873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1389328933754424873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-up-with-sis-at-commonwealth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXiEU58mowI/AAAAAAAAALs/GHNqFTav-xg/s72-c/220120091014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-5170080875280066463</id><published>2009-01-19T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:23:22.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright third entry of the day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feel slight giddy when I reached branch this morning. Maybe sleep too late last night. To be frank, couldn't sleep because I was waiting for him to call. But he didn't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This afternoon, I accidentally wet the table. Hahas. Then my colleague say, nevermind just leave it. I told him cannot, because I accidentally spilt over. Gotta wipe it dry, else aunty gotta clean up for me. He looked at me and said: "Ha, you're so honest!" =) Just remind me of that evening when we were drinking at chillz. He [Eric] said I never know how to tell lie. =) The very first time I sent breakfast up to his office. Asked Nick whats occasion was that. If I didn't remember wrongly, Eric said Valentine's Day. Aha! N I commented you will something else if it's Valentine's Day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is drawing nearer but m not feeling happy at all. It just remind me of the first love, how we ended on Valentine's Day 7years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom was still thinking whether to pay uncle a visit during chinese new year or not. If not she said, gonna 've steamboat at home and asked if my boyfriend gonna be free to go up our place and 've lunch together. Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Blush* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know how to answer the mom. But I really wish he could just drop by together with my friends. Will see how again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonna rest awhile and gonna shower and sew my skirt. So sweet of officer Celin. She said that my skirt torn and asked me not to bring home. Tomorrow morning she'll sew it for me. Heh heh... thank you! But I'll sew it myself. Don't pamper me so much can? Already so pampered by mom, and once pampered by loves one and friends. Even at work, at ngee ann city branch officer rosie and colleague fo mei pamper me just like lil' princess. Now m trf to one raffles quay, officer doris, kim, cindy, celin and mrs teo also pamper me. Hahas. Really happy lors. Wherever I go, all people dotes on me so much. Especially when m at ocbc, csm mr wong, cat, yixiang, jessie, yeow, poh poh, elaine, huijun and robin. M so happy working together with them, the morning greeting ocbc practice daily. Sighs... &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/7145898-5170080875280066463?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5170080875280066463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=5170080875280066463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5170080875280066463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5170080875280066463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright-third-entry-of-day-feel-slight.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3305515223969515753</id><published>2009-01-19T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:54:31.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRzjuMXoxI/AAAAAAAAALc/NZ0HACHyqio/s1600-h/17012009969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292982519599702802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRzjuMXoxI/AAAAAAAAALc/NZ0HACHyqio/s320/17012009969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My love look at ur tee it says never lost souls. Look again at your magnificent smile when you're with me. Hope you let go the past and continue to move on. With us to accompany you I believe you would feel much more happier and lesser worries. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I needed someone, you never fail to be there. And I wanna let you know, likewise. If you needed someone right beside you, give me a call. What I've done for her, I'll do it for you and everyone of my friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rest well and hope your sickness subsided. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up soon! &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/7145898-3305515223969515753?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3305515223969515753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3305515223969515753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3305515223969515753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3305515223969515753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-love-look-at-ur-tee-it-says-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRzjuMXoxI/AAAAAAAAALc/NZ0HACHyqio/s72-c/17012009969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7798067832438228109</id><published>2009-01-19T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:27:42.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRuKgZveMI/AAAAAAAAALM/0D0a5Sjzzv8/s1600-h/17012009969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292976588842825922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRuKgZveMI/AAAAAAAAALM/0D0a5Sjzzv8/s200/17012009969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thats my love, Jasmine. Taken on 17 Jan 2009 at City Square Marrybrown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRtY8BkRMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2cBpkxpj2ew/s1600-h/19012009973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292975737264161986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRtY8BkRMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2cBpkxpj2ew/s200/19012009973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish to dress like this when m out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRtlXSnJuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/w1An8eCYaqU/s1600-h/19012009974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292975950741841634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRtlXSnJuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/w1An8eCYaqU/s200/19012009974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N here is me with my favourite bread, is just taste so nice that I can't put it aside and munch it later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRtxcBOMOI/AAAAAAAAALE/Mo0YOVwpTBU/s1600-h/19012009976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292976158169510114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRtxcBOMOI/AAAAAAAAALE/Mo0YOVwpTBU/s200/19012009976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just loves to pin up the hair and show off the fair legs, but only 2years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979506186188226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRw0UWmdcI/AAAAAAAAALU/v-I84-NI26s/s200/19012009981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N like this when I slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lil' belly, be good and stop bleeding. Just wonder why it bleeds for 2day&lt;/p&gt;When I was on my way home I just miss him. Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7798067832438228109?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7798067832438228109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7798067832438228109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7798067832438228109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7798067832438228109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-my-love-jasmine.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SXRuKgZveMI/AAAAAAAAALM/0D0a5Sjzzv8/s72-c/17012009969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8625118559604464126</id><published>2009-01-18T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:56:41.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday and m down with fever. Gonna sleep after eating. Shit, still haven't wash up my uniform. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with Jasmine to City Square after my work. Hmm.. really changed a lot, but we still manage to find our way there. Hees. Didn't buy much thing and we had our dinner at marrybrown =] my favourite! Guess she loved it too. Took some photos, gotta wait for her to send me the pix then I'll photo blog again. Enjoyed the whole trip with her, thanks babe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday - Didn't sleep well at night because of what he texted and I got so helpless and cried the night away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday - Tuesday morning when I was on my way to work looking at the smses then I realised that he tricked me. Cold - Chronic Obstructive Lung Disease. -.-" And Jasmine was feeling low so accompanied her for drink. Was waiting for her at the riverside and I bump into Eric. Waited and waited, 8.30pm she still not here. Couldn't contact her because her mobile sent for servicing. =( Called Nicole and she told me that she saw Jasmine at the control station. So I quickly walked to the control and yepp I saw her. She wanna go million but then that pub had got a very strong unpleasant sour smell so I asked if she wanna go plush, yepp... plush again. Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lol, she pervert! One bucket not enough come another jug. Gosh, m gone soon. Yepp, I puke again lors. Such lousy drinker... I wanna martell the next time I go drink with you girls! So when the next round? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday - Was complaining that there's no air con. Requested to go lunch first, cuz need to rest. Went to pantry didn't eat but rested on the table. Was feeling so sick that I cried at one corner. Kim saw and she asked what happened. Hahas... then she went to tell Doris. Doris knew about it, but didn't release me early but asked me to drink coke. It helps to relieve the pain but after awhile the pain comes back again. Couldn't concentrate working and went in to back room and rested. Hahas. Finally survived and I wanna go home. But officers were worried 'bout me. They asked if I need them to bring me to see a doctor first. In the end Kim accompanied me to wait for a taxi. M home, Doris called just in time. She said, Kim wrote down the taxi number. She afraid that the driver drove me to some where else. Hahas, thx thx. Appreciated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing much for thursday and friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alrighty, gonna rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take care pps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &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/7145898-8625118559604464126?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8625118559604464126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8625118559604464126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8625118559604464126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8625118559604464126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-and-m-down-with-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4347023996177534818</id><published>2009-01-11T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:25:51.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom came over and I asked her to make me a cup of milo. She is the greatest mom of all! =D Mom, next time make one with full cup of hot water okies? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was searching for ways to ORQ by bus, I found but guess m taking train instead. Much more faster. So sweet of Wati she gonna prepare sandwiches tomorrow for our lunch. Yey! Never try before. Sms her and informed her that m officially transferred there, need their patient in guiding me. Looking forward to working as a team with all the mummies! Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometime is a great things to work with colleague who have children aged the same as me. ORQ mummies always dote on the youngster like us. (Opps, forgotten that m already 22years old) They treat us like their own precious. That's the thing m happy about. But on the other hand, colleague with new born baby always 've the priority when leave application concerned. I guess at times when m sick and tired of working, I might go crazy if the officer gonna say no to my leave application. Because whoever took leave on that day to bring her baby for injection/ whoever kid childcare closed/ whoever kid first day of school gotta accompany the kid/ whoever... .. . Alright, I just hope I would be more understanding towards this issue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still have leave balance of 5.5days. Gotta clear before end of march. So if I won't be able to apply for leave on Jan and Feb then last week of march m going for block leave. I wanna travel out of town, but Kelly's postponed our HK trip. Because she's going to Jap (poly tour), so good. Envious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M so damn fucking stressed 'bout tomorrow. And mummy came into the room to nag about this afternoon matter. Yes sis was being "kind" to inform me that the ah nei gonna wash the floor. And is not that m not gonna bring in the clothes, but can't she just give me another min? She got mad she told my bro in law about it. And bro in law went out and knocked on my windows. I showed attitude but I swear m going out to bring in my clothes already. Just let me wear my bra (Iyah, m inside my room the whole day. If needs to step out I'll sure wear my bra) Just that he's one step faster than me. Look, he brings in the clothes for me and brings it out when the ah nei left. M thankful, but next time just leave it to me. I'll do it myself. I ought to say thanks to him later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So sis the complaint queen go and complaint to the mummy. So of course mummy came in again and NAG! Can't she tells that m already so vexed? I asked her out but she didn't. I felt like shouting at her, but I controlled. I slammed the door - Lil' niece always comes in without closing the door which I dislike very much especially when they watching tv shows and the volumn was like so damn fucking loud. Mom asked why m I like this. I've never change, m still the old me. Just that, it has been 1years 8months that I've moved out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I do not know what went wrong with Sis. She became mute since this morning she got up. She took my stuff without telling me. And when I was searching for needles and threads lil' niece said "Mummy u took ah yi stuff and u didn't return back". This morning I just thought that it must be my lil' niece who took it. And I nearly scolded her. Luckily I didn't. And when I asked sis if she took my stuff, she just refuse to answer me. WTF &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just asked if she's going to change that pair of shoes that I bought for lil' niece yesterday evening at ps. She say she's not changing, ps is too far away. Then you purposely drop by far east plaza to buy your fake lashes and you don't find it far? I don't give a damn if you comes your period/you're at your early stage of menopause. I didn't step on your tail and why are you like this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sis just wanna makes my mom disappoint in me, is obvious. Mom never see all the goods in me at all. So I've decide to move out once I found a room outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M so vexed, so damn fucking vexed. I feel like texting Eric but I doubt he's home yet. N m not gonna bother him about all these SHIT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, gonna take a shower and sleep. &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/7145898-4347023996177534818?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4347023996177534818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4347023996177534818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4347023996177534818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4347023996177534818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-came-over-and-i-asked-her-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6276366550131342347</id><published>2009-01-11T06:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:45:31.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dislike people to disturb my sleep thats why I locked the door. But this lil' niece knocked on my door so loudly that I felt like yelling at her. Sis called but m so tired to pick up. Open the door and went out asked her whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "You bought that pair of shoes for her is too small"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Then change larhs"&lt;br /&gt;Sis:"You still have the receipt?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yah"&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "But her daddy cut off the tag already, still can get it changed?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis just piss me off so much by asking for the obvious. N that silly bro in law, shouldn't 've cut off the tag what!!! All these people just drives me crazy. ARGH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "Then the other pair of shoes you bought for who?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "My one, why leh?"&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "Don't you think is a lil' too small?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It'll expand after few times wear, dud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon me, but obviously she tried my shoes without my permission. And I simply hate that, I HATE people to touch my stuffs WITHOUT PERMISSION. Yes, m selfish. But m like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, she don't like people to wear her new piece of clothing when she din even wear it out before. So likewise. And she have never ask for permission before she borrow my tops/dresses. But I've all endured and never kick a big fuss 'bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness. N I guess, I no need any more slippers. I need at least 2pairs of new heels. Because my ballerina looks like flat and the heatwave favourite black heels already spoilt. =( But m gonna get it only on pay day or later. Cuz I've been spending excessively this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta save for Eric's wedding angbao. Hahas, k/d. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was about to go back to sleep but Eric called. I think is better for me to do laundry now and pack my room. &lt;p&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/7145898-6276366550131342347?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6276366550131342347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6276366550131342347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6276366550131342347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6276366550131342347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dislike-people-to-disturb-my-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4293055225270270915</id><published>2009-01-11T05:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:17:47.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with Jasmine at PS to have lunch together. Head home while she went back to work. Been sleeping from 4pm till 3.25am when Eric called. Didn't sleep well the past few nights, thats why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E: "People who are nice to me, I will be double nice to them. .. .. .."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M: "Is it? Didn't know that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E: ".. .. . I have been nice to you, but is not what you expect"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that doesn't important any more. Kinda surprised that he asked if m feeling better. Appreciated, thats all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright m going back to sleep, then wake up gotta do laundry and pack my room again. Is in a HUGE mess =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my girlfriends - KQ and Jas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jialin, you've let go right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4293055225270270915?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4293055225270270915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4293055225270270915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4293055225270270915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4293055225270270915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-up-with-jasmine-at-ps-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-2640777106300608804</id><published>2009-01-10T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:54:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday meet up with Jac to have dinner at LP pizza huts. Aww... was so full. After that I suggested to sing  K and so we went. Didn't know that she could sing so well. Hahas =] It was ladies night so it only cost each of us 'bout 5bucks/hr. Sang till 11pm, reached home was so exhausted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Congrat Alfred for passing his driving licence. So m gonna wait for you to drive me around Singapore! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eileen Fong talked to me if I can cancel my leave application on the 12th and 23rd of Jan because ORQ needs help for 1month from 12th Jan onwards. So I told her since that's the case, she can just go ahead and reject. As long as she approves my leave on the 13th Feb will do. Late afternoon, she called me and said Mrs Teo just called her and said that I will be officially transferred to ORQ on the 12th. Gosh... I gotta learn everything all over again. =( Guess my nightmare gonna starts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ORQ too many officers and staffs, never like that especially when conflicts between officers and us. This issue really bothers me too much that I couldn't sleep last night. Slept only this morning 5am. Eric gave some good advice last night, thanks lot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later gonna meet the loves one for lunch and probably head home to take a nap before doing laundry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I met this irritating guy in e train last evenin :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-2640777106300608804?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2640777106300608804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=2640777106300608804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2640777106300608804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/2640777106300608804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-meet-up-with-jac-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6271564002599235013</id><published>2009-01-08T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:12:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enjoyed Jasmine companion at White Bar last evening. Don't know why we just 've so much to catch up with each other. Manage to finish our drink before we miss the last train. Called him when about to leave, but he already inside train on his way home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nowadays I drink I no longer merlion but bad diarrhoea. So I was stucked inside the toilet for 20 over mins. Aww... feels so deadbeat right after that. Got the make up removed, face and foot washed, teeth brushed and rested on bed. Was sleeping when Eric called. Did he? I think he did because I remembered I pull out the phone to call him back  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When was on my way home, texted Jasmine if I should drop him sms saying that m home. But don't wanna disturb his rest. Cuz he gotta wake up early this morning to attend a meeting. Hahas, so was kinda surprised when he was still awake around 2am+ But did expect larhs, he won't sleep unless past 2am. He sounded like he been to my blog (22years old) but m unsure. Anyway, thats not important. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I know you care, appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6271564002599235013?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6271564002599235013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6271564002599235013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6271564002599235013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6271564002599235013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoyed-jasmine-companion-at-white-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-5251449842937876025</id><published>2009-01-07T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:21:32.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess m too excited to meet up with Jasmine this evening thats why I couldn't sleep last night. I have so much that I wanna catch up with her. I thought m gonna get up earlier this morning to prepare but I got up late than usual. M always like this, still take my own sweet time to prepare when I know m gonna be late. Hahas. Took cabby to interchange then I realised that I forgotten my wallet. But m glad I still have 10bucks inside my card holder. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But*3, m still going crazy because I left my POSB debit card inside my wallet as well as my IC. So I won't be able to do any withdrawal. Especially when I don't even have IC with me. Texted my colleague ask if she thinks POSB gonna practice exceptional case this time round. Or maybe you know, I'll just get my passbook replaced since I forgotten where I placed it at. Then pay for the replacement fees lor. Hahas. But then my colleague says is impossible without IC. But she asked me not to worry, she lend it to me first. Hahas, and she wrote IOU. Damn cute. Thanks! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tonight after drink gotta go home get my card and do a withdrawal and return her back tomorrow morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hope I won't be so forgetful larhs. =( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Townhall meeting this evening. Sians =( Gonna sit together with Mrs Teo, gotta try to sneak away. Anyway, heard from Jacelyn that she's in good mood so is the right time to submit leave to her =) Guess roughly know where the place located already. Will find my ways there. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took 12th and 23rd of this month and also 13th on Feb. Hope she approve. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here's her reply: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Jialin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking into all staff leave for all branches. Eileen Fong will revert to you on this at a later date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought whoever apply leave first will get the off day? And Eileen Teo responsiblity is to get relief staff if the branch needs? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I replied her back that m gonna be out of town on the 12th Feb, and I doubt she'll reply me back. Anyway, m just so shitty, 6.5days are too many days for me to clear within 3months. Because I never like to stay at home doing nothing. N never like to go out during day time, because of the sunny sun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... m the nite owl&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/7145898-5251449842937876025?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5251449842937876025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=5251449842937876025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5251449842937876025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5251449842937876025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-m-too-excited-to-meet-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1610544229957217885</id><published>2009-01-06T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:29:30.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madness! EF on leave tomorrow so the three of us thought we could escape from the Townhall meeting since boss sent an email said there are limited seats. But who knows, EF said we gotta attend. What the F. Anyway, Rosie she's a nice officer so tomorrow... heh heh.. we will disappear together by 7pm. After which gonna meet up my love, Jasmine for drink at White Bar =D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You pps know something? Don't know why, she keep on picking on me these two days till m so desperate for drink. I need to relax just like last week. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M going on leave on every Friday of this month except 30th, cuz FM gonna be on block leave. M not gonna give a tinker's cuss if they gonna say anything about it. Because is my leave day, my ENTITLEMENT! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like changing job, m so rotted at work. Bank's so quiet, no msn... everyday go work so moody. Sighs. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;gotta endure all e shits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-1610544229957217885?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1610544229957217885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1610544229957217885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1610544229957217885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1610544229957217885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/madness-ef-on-leave-tomorrow-so-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6726406298876306794</id><published>2009-01-05T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:11:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday blues =-( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabina texted Fo Mei that she'd be on AM leave so m all alone since morning till down. Bored to core! Just had my lunch and m freezing inside the room. Yesterday slept only 2am+ n m feeling sleepy right now. Sighs. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Krist came over and asked what I bought for the boyfriend. That time asked him about card holder/money cliper/wallet and fragrances. So he thought I bought any of these for Eric. But I didn't larhs =) Just don't like Eric to slot his notes into his card holder. So thought of getting him the money cliper. But guess he never like. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wth, m thinking of him. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope Wednesday townhall meeting doesn't involve us. M going for a drink and meeting up my love, Jasmine. Is like finally she's free to meet me, so don't ruin it pls! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N Happy Birthday to Chew Hau and lil' Bernice! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss out lil' Bernice birthday celebration at O Bar =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N Happy Birthday to you. Though we didn't last long, but m happy being with you. Thanks for all the happy memories and also giving in so much when m ridiculous! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-6726406298876306794?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6726406298876306794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6726406298876306794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6726406298876306794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6726406298876306794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-blues-sabina-texted-fo-mei-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7732686699700398808</id><published>2009-01-04T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:47:38.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was changing my bed fitted sheet when mom came into the room quietly and obviously the timid me got frightened and showed anger. Hahas. So mom, please knock the door the next time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I just dislike her so much. She went to mom complained about me got drunk that night and money got stolen. F*** Mom didn't nags much 'bout that she just said not to drink too much. Think she knows that if she's going to nag m gonna walk off and never talk to her for month. Hahas. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moment I shut my eyes to sleep, our past memories just flashed. I was traumatized, that I cried the night away. M really thankful to you, that I've grown up in this r'ship. I've learnt and understood many things and never be like what I used to be. 2009, m 22years old sensible enough to know whats right and wrong. 'd appreciate if you gonna stop pushing all the blames to me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't know that sending a birthday cake to your office makes you feel phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't know that dropping by finger food when I know you gotta work late will causes fear to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't know that I got drunk disappointed you so much. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I knew 'bout all that, I changed. Just like you, hoping that I'd be better. And I did. But you keep confusing me 'bout us. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, m certain that I don't need any more status from you. Things gonna be better for both of us if we gonna stay as friends. =) N m gonna wait for your wedding invitation card. Gonna see who's the fortunate bride. Best wishes to you for ur future endeavour! &lt;p&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/7145898-7732686699700398808?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7732686699700398808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7732686699700398808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7732686699700398808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7732686699700398808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-changing-my-bed-fitted-sheet-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-5204312759895460584</id><published>2009-01-03T15:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:30:03.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Was packing my room when sis came in to disturb :( and I've got no choice but accompanied her out for shop. Sis treat me to Jia Xiang Mian and their curry noodles.. thumb ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She needs a pair of heels for work, so walked around and found the pair of heels she had been eyeing for. Sis so contradicted whether to get size 37/38. But come on, 38 is so obvious that it's too big for her. Size 37 fitted nicely and it'll expand after wearing a few times. I suggested her go shopping with me with the new pair of heels, but less than an hour. She bought plaster and less than another half an hour she took off and changed to her slipper. -.-" Then how is she going to wear it when she go out to meet customer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reached home 'bout 7 in the evening. Showered and rested till 'bout 9pm to prepare. Went drinking with my friends. First time she asked me out for drink, she emo larhs. Had a short hard time taking care of her. I saw myself in her when I drink and got emo. Finally taste that kind of feeling. Aww... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As usual brought them to Plush Bar. Yes, I saw him and he came saying hello. He had never hello to me when we met in the pub. All along, I was the one to take the initiative. When I was talking to Celestine, he came over and placed his arms around our shoulders. N talk 'bout the comfort case. So Eric said: "Come, smoke" Chit chatted outside together and soon DJ came out Eric went in. DJ apologised for that evening 'bout touching me. I joked with him, what can sorry do? Buy me a mug of beer! Hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eric came over and told Michelle, borrow (me) for awhile. Went over to his table to drink the glass of beer. He said lots of weird stuffs. He thank(ed) me for all I've done. Two persons fall in love at the wrong time. And what as a gf can do when problem occured, I already tried my best. He saw and he appreciated it. Then he said, he already told DJ that he's getting marry this year Sep. I congratulated him. A hug is all I got from him. Finished the glass of beer and I went out for a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can't help, but texted him if he wanna come out for a smoke. And he came. Arghz! Wanna have a good chat with him but those people just interrupted. =( I got so know a couple of people yesterday. Forgotten that guy name. But I know is Chanel boyfriend larhs. The boyfriend asked Chanel to guess Eric's age. And then Eric suddenly pointed at me and said: "My dear is only 21".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pp looks, his words are so contradicting. Thats why m so lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He went home, DJ and his back view looks so good. =) I think Ace saw me keep staring at them. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to text him when home. But m not gonna disturb his sleep especially friends not going home until dawn. One of his sms said "Give you status but did you cherish?" But earlier on he said he's getting marry this year Sep. M confused. And he texted again "Don't know what you want. But tried today. Em proud to call you my dear but you don't appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think both of us do not know what we both want. Called him and asked if he saw my smses. And he said he was drunk and going to sleep. Oh yah, forgotten that he's drunk. That means, don't take his words too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialin, obviously you hate him for confusing you. Then why are you still pining hope in both of you? Jialin, Eric's too capable and you're just nothing. Aren't you letting go? You're doing good for the past few days, but why m I seeing the fragile side of you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, should let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plush closed at around 3/4am can't remember. That emo girl refuse to go home so brought them to chillz. Frxcem never change when I order one bucket with only 5 heink, and she said: "But your 've 6persons ley" F***, so what? Not all gonna drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 4 glasses of martell, I glass of beer and i.5bot of heink is not shiok enuf. But p.s to drink too much when friends paid for the martell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, showered and remembered to text him when home. So gave him a miss call using my house phone and left him a message. And what does it proof again? He won't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep, only get to sleep around 9am and 3pm being woke up by smses. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, gotta get shower and do my laundry. M glad today's only Saturday. Gotta rest well later and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SV8c-n_yYUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nL-5dwC5GI8/s1600-h/02012009850.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286976349770244418" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SV8c-n_yYUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nL-5dwC5GI8/s200/02012009850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SV8dKGCiTJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mnwMaU6veUk/s1600-h/02012009851.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286976546813398162" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SV8dKGCiTJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mnwMaU6veUk/s200/02012009851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286976778966239730" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SV8dXm4FifI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ahUBYeszbf4/s200/02012009844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-5204312759895460584?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5204312759895460584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=5204312759895460584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5204312759895460584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/5204312759895460584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-packing-my-room-when-sis-came-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SV8c-n_yYUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nL-5dwC5GI8/s72-c/02012009850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1268914238258967363</id><published>2009-01-02T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:42:22.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morning pps! Am on leave today gonna have a long weekend break. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But m up sitting right infront of the com at 9am. Why am I doing this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just so lost and I pray that bro-in-law will choose to stay home and accompany my sis. Because I don't feel like stepping out of my room. Sis sure drag me for shopping when she wakes up. =[ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I brewed herbs and I feels like passing it to him. Should I? Reader pls advice. &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/7145898-1268914238258967363?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1268914238258967363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1268914238258967363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1268914238258967363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1268914238258967363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-pps-am-on-leave-today-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7245943096246936384</id><published>2009-01-01T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:43:41.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had lunch together with Stepfanie, Susan and Wati at Thai Express. Through out we grumble about work except for Stepf. Whatever we said, she would be just sitting down there and listen. N m sure she knows Eileen F and she remarked - I'll never want to work with her. She's nice but just way to naggy, thats all. Thanks Susan for the treat. Guess next time I won't buy them anything for any festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower when home, and slept all the way from 5pm till this morning 9am. Thought m gonna take a nap before heading down to friend chalet at ECP last night. But I just overslept, will do a make up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I marked an end to 2008 and welcomed 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qin, was sleeping when you texted. Next time, plan ahead yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for the well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do laundry and pack my room before that lil' niece comes home from lunch and starts disturbing me. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVxj4DiVwhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bQo54QCoGC8/s1600-h/30122008796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286209877299282450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVxj4DiVwhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bQo54QCoGC8/s200/30122008796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVxkWD8SRdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lFxPzDrtSPU/s1600-h/30122008805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210392804181458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVxkWD8SRdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lFxPzDrtSPU/s200/30122008805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time, I find the lashes not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVxkofhRH7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lJRYU-F3mtE/s1600-h/30122008815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210709444698034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVxkofhRH7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lJRYU-F3mtE/s200/30122008815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love the fresh make up.&lt;br /&gt;E banana top you borrowed me.&lt;br /&gt;The make up I put on I thought Mitch wanna go party with me that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVyObB0XW_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2TtukKoLOQg/s1600-h/01012009818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256657621801970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVyObB0XW_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2TtukKoLOQg/s200/01012009818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once I loved a red top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVyOjn9c8AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7HDrR0oIpyw/s1600-h/01012009822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256805299417090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVyOjn9c8AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7HDrR0oIpyw/s200/01012009822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I'd dress like this now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7245943096246936384?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7245943096246936384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7245943096246936384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7245943096246936384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7245943096246936384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-lunch-together-with-stepfanie-susan.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVxj4DiVwhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bQo54QCoGC8/s72-c/30122008796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3988071082859471417</id><published>2008-12-31T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:53:33.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surprised that Michelle actually smsed me asking if m going anywhere. Initial plan was to meet Zann to shop for some cny goodies at chinatown. Aww.. she cancelled the meet up because she said she was busy. O' darling, m sorry. I know that I'll never say that I wanna be home early if I go drink. Sorry 'bout it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Michelle at her house void deck and we went to Chinatown. We wanna sing at Kster. Was famished and we had mac, supper on Mitch. TQ. After she hung up the phone call, she looks worried sick. Because her boyfriend encounted some problems. So I offered to accompany her to look for him. N m glad, her boyfriend was fine. Wanna take cabby home myself, but Mitch insisted to send me home. =) Yepp, m back home only 2am this morning. But only manage to sleep at 3am+ :( Exhausted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M stationed at ORQ today, and I got scolded by customer. Nevermind, everyone even officers saw it... he was just trying to be ridiculous. N please, is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new year eve&lt;/span&gt;. I guess m so suay. Hope 2009 will be a better year. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight going to friend chalet, hmm... maybe taking a cab home after that. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/7145898-3988071082859471417?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3988071082859471417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3988071082859471417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3988071082859471417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3988071082859471417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/surprised-that-michelle-actually-smsed.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-857008308494342617</id><published>2008-12-29T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:00:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29 December 2008, Monday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning received call from Fo Mei she was down with sickness on one day mc. M so bored at work, but luckily time flies fast. Gonna knock off in less than an hour time. Thee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing much just that thought he couldn't call any more, but he called just when I was about to sleep last night. And it has been donkey years since we last chatted on the phone for that long. Kinda miss those nights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;All dearies, please take xtra of your health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hope u pps sickness subsided. &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/7145898-857008308494342617?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/857008308494342617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=857008308494342617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/857008308494342617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/857008308494342617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/29-december-2008-monday-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8258265267693956009</id><published>2008-12-28T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:47:17.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28 December 2008, Sunday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up pretty early this morning, cuz slept early last night. Sis reminded me to sleep by 11pm, to let the liver do the work. And eye bags had been getting much more obvious and not gonna let myself to party late if m not gonna remove the make up before sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a good chat with Ryan in msn earlier on. Didn't know that he drinks as well. Hahas... what he's going through now is what I'm going through as well. We both drink because of the same issue. Bro, hope we'd meet out soon when you're back from your Korea trip. Let sis, buy you a drink eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for sharing your point of view as a man. Hahas, but sis did shared with you my point of view as a lady right? So enjoy your holiday and move on. Don't wish to hear you staying in the same spot the next time we meet up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheerios! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &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/7145898-8258265267693956009?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8258265267693956009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8258265267693956009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8258265267693956009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8258265267693956009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/28-december-2008-sunday-woke-up-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-8334797524361884098</id><published>2008-12-27T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:07:32.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27 December 2008, Saturday &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess Zann must be having a great day with her sister JJ. Hahas, been waiting for her to be online since home till now been 10 over hours. =( Aww... lovely see how badly I missed you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, I failed again not to think of him. Already tried hard not to, but how to when m all alone inside my room lying on the bed waiting for his sms/call? I know jolly well that he won't sms/call any more but why m I still deceiving myself? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who's the liar? I knew you really dotes on the love one, by saying you're not a good man just not good enough to convince me to let go. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dislike the feeling of having to hold on my tears when the surrounding reminds me so much about you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M thanksful that you gave me plenty of chances to prove myself. But I always &lt;strong&gt;disappoint&lt;/strong&gt; you. Pointless to ask for forgiveness. Don't know why... this r'ship seems to be all my bads. Tell me, how to please you? How not to make you angry? How to make you dotes on me like before? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You asked if m crying last night, and you asked me not to. But I m crying very badly now. But why m I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonna be end of December, Jan you gonna be out of town will you call like before? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just don't know how to move on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/7145898-8334797524361884098?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8334797524361884098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=8334797524361884098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8334797524361884098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/8334797524361884098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/27-december-2008-saturday-guess-zann.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1070654043611923247</id><published>2008-12-27T15:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:29:53.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27 Decemeber 2008, Saturday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUomdolXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c4l8BLPur9o/s1600-h/26122008772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284363531773842802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUomdolXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c4l8BLPur9o/s200/26122008772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jasmine, thanks for being there for me yesterday night. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUj4VYMbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/D022v9ny_0s/s1600-h/26122008771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284363450671706546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUj4VYMbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/D022v9ny_0s/s200/26122008771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-.-" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUe-3wkrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hjhlSNjM1Bo/s1600-h/26122008773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284363366527177394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUe-3wkrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hjhlSNjM1Bo/s200/26122008773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jasmine and I &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUZFjqYOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pSDuERywrfQ/s1600-h/26122008770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284363265242718434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUZFjqYOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pSDuERywrfQ/s200/26122008770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love her, my coming 9years friend &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the photo taking, Eric shouted: "Jialin..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-1070654043611923247?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1070654043611923247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1070654043611923247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1070654043611923247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1070654043611923247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/jasmine-thanks-for-being-there-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVXUomdolXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c4l8BLPur9o/s72-c/26122008772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1159518763507955870</id><published>2008-12-27T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:56:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27 December 2008, Saturday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We should cheers last night for knowing each other for exactly 6months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My purpose of going down to Plush is to finish up my martell and never go back there again. Couldn't find anyone to accompany initially, so checked with Celest'. But didn't know that she sat with you guys. Looking at the crowd there, I doubt they could spare Jasmine and I a seperate table. Thats all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't make my friend drink especially when she just arrived less than an hour. Never like that, yes I couldn't drink very well but you saw it all, I controlled and never drunk infront of ur customer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N damn him for touching Celest' and I, but I remembered that he was your potential customer thats why didn't kick a big fuss 'bout it. I really feels like giving him a tight slap when he cuddled me when I just arrived, and whats worse? Touched my tights? Did you saw it, my dear? I reminded him nicely that he has got someone waiting for him at home. But why... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't believe you found someone better, you're deceiving me. But nevermind, m perfectly fine with it. M not gonna pester you any more. Will find my way to return you back the 100bucks. Oh yah, no matter m drunk or not, will never disturb your family. You don't 've to worried 'bout that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope there won't be a day that I blog 'bout m hospitalized. N I'll tried to love myself more after I get all the love I needed from my family and friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zann, thanks for being there for me. Your smses always touched my heart. &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/7145898-1159518763507955870?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1159518763507955870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1159518763507955870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1159518763507955870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1159518763507955870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/27-december-2008-saturday-we-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-1299463025352898036</id><published>2008-12-26T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:08:06.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26 December 2006, Friday &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suppose to 've a good sleep, but the drilling sound woke me up. Damn... lift upgrading, guess won't wanna take leave until the reno work completed. -.-" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope I'll love myself more and let go. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;M only deceiving myself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nobody will knows how I feel when you texted me if I had taken my lunch. Thought you wanna buy lunch for me. Hahas. Not sure if you'll, but m having a day off n I told you before. Showing your concern arh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had lunch with mummy, sister and lil' niece at Dian Xiao Er. Been spending excessively this month, but I guess I ought to pay the bill. Cuz sis paid for the one at Sakura last evening. Lil' niece was so mischievous that I got mad and left home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked mom whats the meaning of the word that she just said. She explained, we chat a lil' about dad first met mom. Then mom asked, your boyfriend was the pub owner? I was like huh? No... he drinks at the pub after his work.  Mom asked when you gonna introduce to us? Tonight? We go find him? Arghz... mummy stop it, stop it! I walked off and bill off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really hope there'll be one day the boyfriend meet my mom. &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/7145898-1299463025352898036?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1299463025352898036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=1299463025352898036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1299463025352898036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/1299463025352898036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/26-december-2006-friday-suppose-to-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-6444920060821560349</id><published>2008-12-26T00:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:52:01.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25 December 2008, Thursday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO6TDOgHyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QJTQYbx7FbE/s1600-h/25122008745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283771624282136354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO6TDOgHyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QJTQYbx7FbE/s200/25122008745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: the most important person, my dearest mom :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO6Niej3wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LnDEYnHHlLI/s1600-h/25122008744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283771529591774978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO6Niej3wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LnDEYnHHlLI/s200/25122008744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: mummy, lil' niece, and me :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO6GZ0KjDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xrl69pZC0rc/s1600-h/25122008741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283771407007386674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO6GZ0KjDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xrl69pZC0rc/s200/25122008741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: the sister whom I love quarreling with :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO56xs5pfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1hLTuppLGoI/s1600-h/25122008740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283771207260939762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO56xs5pfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1hLTuppLGoI/s200/25122008740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: hearts 'em :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5uaky9tI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h6ujWzsCucE/s1600-h/25122008738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770994894501586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5uaky9tI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h6ujWzsCucE/s200/25122008738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: thanks for spending x'mas with me :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5nHroKKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Bd9audIy36A/s1600-h/25122008737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770869563795618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5nHroKKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Bd9audIy36A/s200/25122008737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: they're loving larhs, so jealous :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5XvS50pI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7YpD6Cwnu7M/s1600-h/25122008731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770605319606930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5XvS50pI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7YpD6Cwnu7M/s200/25122008731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: nice shot! :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5LQw3j4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9GSv--TmJfY/s1600-h/25122008730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770390965358466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO5LQw3j4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9GSv--TmJfY/s200/25122008730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: lil' niece and sister :+: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO49smZb6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Gs6V1k3pS4s/s1600-h/25122008723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770157919465378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO49smZb6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Gs6V1k3pS4s/s200/25122008723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:+: me and lil' niece :+: &lt;p&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/7145898-6444920060821560349?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6444920060821560349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=6444920060821560349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6444920060821560349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/6444920060821560349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-important-person-my-dearest-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bV3MayklaFY/SVO6TDOgHyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QJTQYbx7FbE/s72-c/25122008745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-273672294248621504</id><published>2008-12-24T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:33:52.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24 December 2008, Wednesday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night party with Zann and Y'von was a great and enjoyable one. M sorry sister, didn't really catch up much with you. We shall meet up soon at Coffee Club eh? =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Asked Gina who reserved the front tables, she said most probably is Eric. Then asked her to walk to the front and confirm. She said nope, first two tables nobody is sitting. Was kinda disappointed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why, I just texted him if he wants to join us at Plush. He replied fast, didn't even notice it until Zann told me 'bout it. N he really came. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tried to sort things out but he didn't said much either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a shower and slept at around 4am+, this morning alarm rang and didn't know why he got mad when I said m going for shower. =( But at least he apologised when he came out from the bathroom. Left home at 7.45 reached taka 'round 8.10am so had our breakfast at toast box. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, I wanna party anyone? &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/7145898-273672294248621504?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/273672294248621504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=273672294248621504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/273672294248621504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/273672294248621504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/24-december-2008-wednesday-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-7658481316597618069</id><published>2008-12-21T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:36:22.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21 December 2008, Sunday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were once colleague, and now a friend but why be so nice to me whenever m feeling low? I see myself in you. You tried so hard to advice and cheer me up. You tried so hard wanted to accompany me for a walk but I keep call off our meet up. M sorry, I just so afraid that I can't control my emotion when I let out my thoughts. N m so afraid that you'd only see me cry than smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're indeed a thoughtful person. You know me too well that I won't step out of the house to buy something to eat. You called/you texted asking what I would like to have for dinner. But I replied nastly asked you not to be so nice to me. You said I've no choice because you already bought dinner for me and you're at my house void deck. I asked you to leave you said you won't until I go down and take from you. You said you texted your friends that you might not be meeting them, you'll not go home and is up to me that how long I wanna let you wait. I don't like you to force me. Really appreciate you for sending up to my sis place but didn't went out to take from you. Asked lil' niece to say thanks and she said you gave her a wink. You know something? She asked "Aunt, your boyfriend?"Hahas... how I wish Eric was the one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Promise me there's no next time, because I promise you that I will not think so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner tomorrow on me please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm piggy, you're dog. We're Zhu Gou Peng You! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So funny, last night called you and I asked: "Zhu, where are you?" Your friend was so stunned. I felt so embarrassed and said I'm looking for Ming Da, let him know pig looking for him. Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kelly, I couldn't hide it away from you last night. You know me too well. Hahas. Yepp there's nothing to be shy about for we're friends for decade! But I bet you girls sure do not know how to react when I burst into tears. You agreed too. &lt;/p&gt;Zann thanks for wanting to meet me up. But we didn't meet because I asked if you wanna see me cry and embrace me tightly then I'll go over. If not I'll meet you on Tuesday night instead. So I shall see you okies? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall 've an early rest tonight, guess I tortured my eyes too much today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I still luv you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-7658481316597618069?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7658481316597618069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=7658481316597618069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7658481316597618069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/7658481316597618069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/21-december-2008-sunday-we-were-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-4476545127752663315</id><published>2008-12-21T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:06:14.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21 December 2008, Sunday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slept only 5am this morning and I wished not to wake up so early, but was being woke up by mom. Arghz... tried to keep myself occupied at home, n not to think so much. But I just couldn't help not to think of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started with the toast of drink. You know you look good in the pink shirt that you wore the first time we met. I heard you asking Frxcem "Does she've a boyfriend?" and Frxcem replied: "Don't know you ask her." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love your smile that evening when we stood outside chillz bar. Holding on to my hands and I hinted you to ask. Thought you would never be bother about me at the chalet. But you came in to the room and asked me to be out when I had enough rest. You make me feel so honoured when you introduced me to all of them. Sitting next beside me, cuddling me m just so proud. I was taken aback when you puked, didn't know that you drank so much that night. But you were still sober enough to lock all the doors when they left. We went into the room, you pass me the Bank of Love cheque. You said you wanna pass me two but because I didn't go out during the dinner time I only got one from you. Thought we could have a good chat through out the night but you were feeling so terribly that you was fast aslept. I didn't had wink that night because you was coughing so badly. I went searching for boiled water in the kitchen but there wasn't any except the one I got from the water dispenser. It was so hot that I stood outside the room blowing it for you. By the time it turns warm, you already stop coughing. Wished that time could just flies a lil' slower. Love being embraced by you tightly when you woke up in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't know whats wrong with me to get upset over the silly question that you asked. Till you make your way down to Chillz even you had fever that night. But m happy because I know you care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess you had a whale of a time at barnone that night. Seeing the way you dance and cheers the night away just makes me happy as well. I wish I could make you dote on me even more now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That evening I took a train down to grab donuts for your lil' nephew and niece and took a cab down to natas fair to look for you. You shared something about your parents. Felt so envious of you that your dad got you the bike when you told him you passed your licence. Holding on to your arm and headed home together. I love your cosy room and your bed was so nice to sleep till I never wanna wake up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M so proud of you to have pass the tour guide licence and wanted to reward you something. Still remembered you wore the the green ralph lauren polo when I was waiting for you to be home at your house doorsteps. You were so naughty to apply the body foam on my legs. But I like, is fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The night you asked me over, and I went. You told me that m the one you cherish a lot. How about now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still remember that morning you held my hand and sent me to work. You pecked me on my face before saying goodbye. Is so sweet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know how worried I was when I couldn't reach you through your mobile when you were away to KL for biz trip? Finally you called back when you landed, and told me that you left the charger at home. Arghz... you know how worried sick I was? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love to dine in your room, still remember chickren rice was aunt prepared. I had never like soup with herbs added, but with you feeding me the &lt;em&gt;shi quan tang&lt;/em&gt; I'll drink more. Loves your lil' nephew kept disturbing you when we had steamboat lunch that afternoon. And never expect you would peel off the prawn shell for me. And thats why I wouldn't hesitate to wipe your forehead for you when you perspired though your sis-in-law was just behind us. Uncle was sitting on the floor printing his documents. If you allow, I'll get him a new printer that evening. It took way too long for one doc to be printed out. And the night you took so long to get your friend fetch me up after my k session. Because you went to get fillet-o-fish burger for me. You said you wanna feed me fat. If I grew fatter, will you still love me? The night I went over without letting you know before hand,you stir fried the prawn noodles for me. Though m not famished but will definitely finish up because you cooked it for me. You're always the one to buy food when we eat out and I always failed to finish up my portion unless you asked me to eat some more. You know I appreciated the night out to great world and movie at tiong bahru. You were exhausted but you still bother to meet me. Thanks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too much of happy moment with you that makes me don't understand what obstructed us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wish I could do something to redeem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-4476545127752663315?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4476545127752663315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=4476545127752663315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4476545127752663315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/4476545127752663315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/21-december-2008-sunday-slept-only-5am.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145898.post-3663950443799790934</id><published>2008-12-21T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:36:29.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21 December 2008, Sunday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a reply... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qin - It was like finally that I can watch R21 movie, but u sure u girls wanna watch with me? Hahas... Of course I remember those oldies daes in school, m just like a mu lao hu, =) We bully, we bullied together and we own up when mushroom asked in class. We admitted and we apologised together infront of the whole class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't know after 4 years in different secondary school, we would still met each other. To be frank, m surpriesd that you would drop letter into my letterbox. All the letters from you are still safely kept in my cupboard. I thought m only the one who will take it out to read during my free time, didn't know you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though now we meet up almost every weekends, I still miss you girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will cherish our 11years of friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope we will still meet up to eat, talk and slack even when our hairs turn grey. Our friendship will be eternal. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for reminding me to be smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No wonder you acted this way when I paid for the Taboo. I just wanna grab x'mas opportunity to do a make up for your birthday. That's all. Sorry if you're angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, I love you too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kelly, 10years of friendship we walked through all the sad and happy moment together. M always so tensed up when we were assigned group project work. Without fail, I always can't sort things out by speaking up nicely. But you girls were so tolerance enough towards my attitude. Trying and trying so hard to change my temper. Guess my temper is still bad, thats why you wrote on the card to ask me to change my temper. Hahas. I'll try my very best... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leaving home and moved to sister place for 1.5years really do me good. Lesser dramatic family problems and able to enjoy myself after work. Hahas... always enjoyed myself when hanging out with you girls. Thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Opps, I forgotten to return the oneh oneh money to you. And sorry to trouble you to make a trip up to take the oneh oneh for me when I left it on top of your cpf. Appreciate it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qin and Kelly, m really thankful that you girls accompanied me tonight. Had a joyful night at Qin your place. Hahas... your mom said "All grown up" yes... we've grown up, but we didn't change at all. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You girls always endure my bad temper. Thanks for being so tolerance towards me for the past 10/11years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145898-3663950443799790934?l=unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3663950443799790934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145898&amp;postID=3663950443799790934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3663950443799790934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145898/posts/default/3663950443799790934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpredictable_journal.blogspot.com/2008/12/21-december-2008-sunday-just-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>Saddixx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v459/happyger/Sweetinnocent.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
