<?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-34126281</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:48:13.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rin's little secrets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-6492080922911872659</id><published>2007-04-03T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:49:16.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think i'm going to move my blog soon.... SooN I say! SOOOOOONNN&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/34126281-6492080922911872659?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6492080922911872659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=6492080922911872659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/6492080922911872659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/6492080922911872659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-im-going-to-move-my-blog-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-1663319590553003194</id><published>2007-03-08T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:00:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 facts.. Interesting lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The word "queue" is the only word in the English language that is still pronounced the same way when the last four letters are removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Months that begin on a Sunday will always have a "Friday the 13th." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of all the words in the English language, the word 'set' has the most definitions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coca-Cola would be green if coloring weren't added to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is called a "French kiss" in the English speaking world is known as an "English kiss" in France. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On average a hedgehog's heart beats 300 times a minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Almost" is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;More people are killed each year from bees than from snakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Rhythm" is the longest English word without a vowel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The average lead pencil will draw a line 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In 1386, a pig in France was executed by public hanging for the murder of a child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;More people are allergic to cow's milk than any other food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Camels have three eyelids to protect themselves from blowing sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A cockroach can live several weeks with its head cut off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The placement of a donkey's eyes in its' heads enables it to see all four feet at all times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You can't kill yourself by holding your breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The six official languages of the United Nations are: English, French, Arabic, Chinese, Russian and Spanish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is a city called Rome on every continent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Earth is the only planet not named after a god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's against the law to have a pet dog in Iceland! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's against the law to burp, or sneeze in a church in Nebraska, USA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your heart beats over 100,000 times a day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Horatio Nelson, one of England's most illustrious admirals was throughout his life, never able to find a cure for his sea-sickness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're born with 300 bones, but by the time you become an adult, you only have 206. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some worms will eat themselves if they can't find any food! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The skeleton of Jeremy Bentham is present at all important meetings of the University of London &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dolphins sleep with one eye open! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The world’s oldest piece of chewing gum is 9000 years old! Your ribs move about 5 million times a year, everytime you breathe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queen Elizabeth I regarded herself as a paragon of cleanliness. She declared that she bathed once every three months, whether she needed it or not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The elephant is the only mammal that can't jump! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One quarter of the bones in your body, are in your feet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slugs have 4 noses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Owls are the only birds who can see the colour blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A man named Charles Osborne had the hiccups for 69 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The first known transfusion of blood was performed as early as 1667, when Jean-Baptiste, transfused two pints of blood from a sheep to a young man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The average person laughs 10 times a day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fingernails grow nearly 4 times faster than toenails! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The present population of 5 billion plus people of the world is predicted to become 15 billion by 2080. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adolf Hitler was a vegetarian, and had only one testicules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-1663319590553003194?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1663319590553003194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=1663319590553003194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/1663319590553003194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/1663319590553003194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/03/50-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-9100871781941199738</id><published>2007-03-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:49:29.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corin the big bully!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol today was really fun! Today... a question suddenly pop in my head ( too bored in office) I asked Sze rong if she watched hard gay b4 and ask her if she remember Hard gay's pet phrase. Suddenly I remember that he always shake his bom bom and say :"OkaAaYyy" but Sze Rong insist that it was "Hey Hey HeyYyY". We asked Farid and Ikwan and both of them agree with Sze rong... &gt;.&lt; '' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arrgh&lt;/span&gt; I still think that I'm correct &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.. so therefore I made a bet with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rong&lt;/span&gt;. At first, I suggest that that loser have to comb center parting the whole day ( because we look very orbit combing center parting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; ) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;objected&lt;/span&gt; it. Finally both of us agree on another bet.. loser have to tie two pony tail side by side for the whole day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; People may think that the 1st choice is much more easier but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rong&lt;/span&gt; really hate center parting to the guts so she strongly disagree on that. We manage to find Hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gay's&lt;/span&gt; Video and both of us really g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jiong&lt;/span&gt; to find out.... This is the video clip &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; see ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9On6RfLDxXs" width="250" height="245" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well... turns out that... I WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I manage to snap some pictures of her! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt; sorry to bully u but you are just too fun to disturb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-79.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="250" height="245" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188080489081&amp;site=widget-79.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188080489081&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-79.slide.com/p1/144115188080489081/ms_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188080489081&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-79.slide.com/p2/144115188080489081/ms_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&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/34126281-9100871781941199738?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/9100871781941199738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=9100871781941199738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/9100871781941199738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/9100871781941199738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/03/corin-big-bully.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-7420134398103347802</id><published>2007-03-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:45:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahjiong~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday night I was playing Mahjiong at Caris's house. The one who loses the most is me.... k larh I lose $10++ nia.. so not really alot lol! Okie when it comes to gamble.. I'm kinda be more "neow" with money. Usually when I lose more than $10 I get heartaches... so I will never never never never never never never never never never play mahjiong with those ppl who bet $1 or $2 or even more than that. Mahjiong actually requires skill, strategy and luck.. u need to use your brain to think how you wanna arrange ur suits.. and you have to observes what suit does your opponents want.... as for me.. I will always just concentrate on my own tiles... and try to figure out which one I will throw away... so end up I dun win alot.. and I keep paying out my money. Conclusion? This game is too chim for me to play ( Next time I will just play with computer) HaHa&gt;.&lt; class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PingFang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baozhen&lt;/span&gt; Caris and Jacky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; they are all just really fun! Anyway the next morning they uses the money they won from me to buy breakfast so.. they still got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;liang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-7420134398103347802?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7420134398103347802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=7420134398103347802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/7420134398103347802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/7420134398103347802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/03/tired-day-friday-night-i-was-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-3078683424544839279</id><published>2007-02-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:06:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Goodbye auntie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something unfortunate happen... my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fren's&lt;/span&gt; mum passed away few weeks ago. On the night when she passed away, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; called me to let me know . I was really shock.. few hours before she passed away everything was still very normal..nobody actually expect this to happen! We cried together on the phone... because I couldn't accept it too. I couldn't get to sleep that night and I couldn't stop crying. I was worried about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; and her sisters because anyone who knows them, will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; know that the four sisters love their mum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will not say that I'm very close to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fren's&lt;/span&gt; mum but I respect her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and she's always been very kind towards me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; when I go back to Malaysia, I will never forget to buy her favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tibits&lt;/span&gt; and Auntie on the other hand will always ask me to tag along for dinner or any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;. So when I heard about this news I was really sad but I'm glad that the four sisters are all very strong because they promise their mum that they wi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ll take care of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;own self&lt;/span&gt; and also their dad...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Attachment: GE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;KEPPEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#ffcc66;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The company that I was assigned to is located at a super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wulu&lt;/span&gt; place. I have to wake up 5am every morning just to catch the bus that will reach the company 1/2hr before the work start. However what gives me the energy to go to work is the people working there. All staffs working at GE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Keppel&lt;/span&gt; are all very helpful and friendly and I enjoy working with other 5 interns who are also from SP. Even the canteen aunties and uncle all very nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;loL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have some classmates complaining to me about how unreasonable and bitchy their supervisors are. I think I'm quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;heng&lt;/span&gt; because my supervisor is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He will make an effort to check with us what are our difficulties in any tasks that was given to us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He will even find some time to help to find solutions to our problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He want us to enjoy our attachment at GE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;KEPPEL&lt;/span&gt; rather than getting stress over work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He's always willing to teach us new things if we are keen to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;New Friends: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Farid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Irwan&lt;/span&gt;,Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Leong&lt;/span&gt;, Wei De @ GE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;KEPPEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt;: A very cheerful girl who will giggle at almost everything she sees. A very fun person to hang out with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Farid&lt;/span&gt;: His drawing very nice! Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; ( because he don't smoke), Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Irwan&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Funnie&lt;/span&gt; guy who wants to be a comedian if he can't find a job after graduating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Leong&lt;/span&gt;: A guy who loves to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; martial arts show and pronounce "8" (in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;) in a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;funnie&lt;/span&gt; way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wei De: A very quiet guy but can see that he's very clever. Why? Because he can remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met an angel today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woodlands was raining heavily today around 6pm in the evening. I was trapped at the admiralty mrt station because I forget to bring my damn umbrella. Only left with $2 in my purse, I don't feel like sitting in the Mac waiting for the rain to stop.. so I choose to stand there like an idiot instead. A young girl walked towards me and asked me where I'm heading to. Fortunately we are going to the same direction therefore she offer me to share the umbrella with her! So sweet right !!!!!!!!!!!!! Well maybe it might be a very small thing but because she's being so sweet and kind really make me feel so touched. On the way towards my house she hold her umbrella closer to my side without considering that she will get wet. What a nice young girl!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-3078683424544839279?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3078683424544839279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=3078683424544839279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/3078683424544839279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/3078683424544839279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye-auntie.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116999364763099070</id><published>2007-01-28T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:41:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="300" height="245" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188078926017&amp;amp;site=widget-c1.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078926017&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c1.slide.com/p1/144115188078926017/bl_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078926017&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c1.slide.com/p2/144115188078926017/bl_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu wei lun passed away on the 28/01/07 5.09pm. She met an accident and because of brain edema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad... she still so young and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please ..Treasure the people around you... before having any regrets.&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/34126281-116999364763099070?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116999364763099070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116999364763099070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116999364763099070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116999364763099070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116983239670789594</id><published>2007-01-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:48:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was really very busy with project for these few weeks !! Don't think I finally got time to relax lor.. I still have to study for coming exam ! ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway My attachment (ITP) is out.. before that lemme do something first.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! ! # # % % &amp;amp; * (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being a Shu nu, I just can't simply say some ugly language out.. so I use special characters to represent how I feel. Well..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO WAKE UP 5am EVERY MORNING TO GO TO WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; !! = ( I think the school wanna punish me for my bad attendance.. that's why they want me to wake up so early everyday !! Bless me !! Hope I can wake up ! If not I will just fail my ITP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme update some of the stuffs happenning for the last few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st of Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caris's Wedding !! She's shooooooooo pretty that night! Hope I can get some pictures from them soon so I can post it here! Her wedding is on the Saturday and she ask me to be her Video girl ( sorry I really bor skill one) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of being late, I therefore stay overnight at their house on Friday. We woke up 5am+ early in the morning and was busy till 2am!! I was so super tired that time!! Before friday, I already dun have enough sleep because of projects so I end up having headache the whole night at the wedding dinner. But the video taking job was quite fun. I followed them to the bridegroom's house , their own house at Jurong and the bride's liang jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one part whereby Caris is going to throw her bouquet of flowers... we girls are all so shy to catch it !! We all try to siam far far asking each other to do the job.. but in the end... the one who catches the bride's flower is one of the bridegroom's xiong di -_- " Lol The flower fly directly towards him so leaving with no choice, he have to catch it if not the flower will hit on his head! BooHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Depress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recently I have many friends coming to me telling me how depress they are! . I actually feel quite sad for them.. hoping that they won't be so negative about life. Being helpless and not really good at consoling, all I can do is to tell them my own views or just listen to their worries and sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think nothing is perfect in this world, we have to think more positive rather than feeling sorry for ownself.. because many people in this world are actually suffering more than us.. yet they are still able to go on with their life... that's the kind of spirit that we should learn from them! That's why no matter what I'm always a very happy person! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K larh.. actually nothing much to update also.. feeling tired already haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116983239670789594?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116983239670789594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116983239670789594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116983239670789594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116983239670789594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116817006298941948</id><published>2007-01-07T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:04:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sch is starting tmr!! NOOooOooOo &gt;.&lt; slacking time no moreEeEeEe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yepz tomrrow I got to go back to the torturing place again. Sob sob.. so many things haven't finish.. so that means sleepless nights for me again! Well.. serve me right ! I have been slacking all through the holidays.. was telling myself that I should get all my project done before school re-open so that I can happily shake my leg until the exam comes but........... I end up playing games and watching show everyday during the holidays !!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hey.. got to go out soon for dinner.. will blog again Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116817006298941948?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116817006298941948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116817006298941948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116817006298941948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116817006298941948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/01/sch-is-starting-tmr-nooooooooo.html' title='Sch is starting tmr!! NOOooOooOo &gt;.&lt; slacking time no moreEeEeEe'/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116783971889074488</id><published>2007-01-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:01:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Today I witness an unfortunate event at the mrt &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was this lady who was sitting at the corner seat..coughing vigorously.. she get down at Yishun Mrt and at the same time another person sitting beside her also get down at the same time. I did not choose to sit on the corner seat because I saw some brown patch of stain left behind on it. At first I thought maybe the seat is dirty...An old woman came in and it seems like she's looking for a seat.. so I offer mine to her. after awhile, I smell something nasty. Oh yeah.. that patch of stain is.... ****. Well... I feel really bad that I actually gave up a seat which is beside that thingy.. the poor old lady was covering her nose with a tissue paper looking quite miserable. So I keep looking around for another seat for her to make myself less guilty. At Khatib, there's one empty seat opposite her seat.. so I asked the old lady to sit the other seat, but the kind old lady insist that I take that seat instead. At Yio chu Kang, more ppl get down the train, so there are some other empty seats... the old lady gave me a smile because we both get new seats~~ far away from the patch of ****. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay.. here comes the unfortunate thing. At Ang mo Kio... two ladies entered and the only seats left are the corner seat with the stain.. and the other 1 beside it. I think the first lady sw the stain and quietly sit on the 2nd seat.. but the other lady...... didn't bother to look at the seat before sitting down. Before I can react anything... her butt already on the seat that is stain with **** !!!! OMG &gt;.&lt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I dun dare to look at the lady~!~!~I afraid that if I went over and tell the lady.. she will get really angry that I didn't warn her earlier.. so I just keep quiet and look elsewhere! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;P/S: this entry is not to make fun of anyone.. I feel that she's suay also!&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/34126281-116783971889074488?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116783971889074488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116783971889074488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116783971889074488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116783971889074488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116747622366695167</id><published>2006-12-30T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:03:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Live ur life to the fullest! You will never know will u still be alive tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to admit that I seldom read newspaper... I only read it once awhile when the newspaper happens to be lying beside me. Well today I get to read the newpaper and I saw some sad news.. it all happens in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Malaysian girl who came to Singapore for the first time and when she went back, a lorry crash into her bus and she dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another Malaysian Indian guy who loses his wife and two daughters when he choose to ignore warning to turn back from flooded road after a birthday celebration at the orphanage. Their car was swept away by a strong current and when that guy opened the door and tried to get out, he didn't know the current swept his wife and another daughter away and one of his daughter drown in the car.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A 15 year old boy dies of dengue fever nine days before his result was out.. he get 7As..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That is so so so so so so so so so so sad... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pa I wanna live my life to the fullest! I never know when is the last day of my life! No more stress of school work and No more unnecssary worries for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(laugh with my brother) Ya u will.. U will live your life to the fullest playing game all day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-_- . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hee .. yea I admit I have been playing too much games these days.. everyday they will find me sitting infront of the computer doing the same thing. I suppose to finish my projects but I don't seems to have the mood to do so.. god help me!! Sch is opening SOON!!!! Ah anyway of course that is not the way I wanna live my life to the fullest! I wanna do things which I always wanna do! I wanna go TAIWAN and eat all the good food there !mm.. well there's more to come.. just that I need time to think.. come to think about it.. no use thinking larh.. No MONEY NO TALk.. so conclusion..Work hard ! Earn MOney ! SAve Some of IT and the rest? SPEND IT !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ps: k i'm talking nonsense again.. I'm just too bored.. but I'm seriously feel sad for those people.. Just be happy always.. and treasure people around u. =) Anyway one of my fren is in Taiwan now.. Boo hiM~!~!~!~He keep smiling when he tell me that ~!~!~! He wanna gek me =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116747622366695167?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116747622366695167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116747622366695167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116747622366695167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116747622366695167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/12/live-ur-life-to-fullest-you-will-never.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116661682786932676</id><published>2006-12-20T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:52:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dun wanna be the woman in the "Sex and the city"&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the fun little ger living in "Disney"&lt;br /&gt;Not you call being childish or wadever, I hope that people around me to be more kind.. friendly and truthful.. I don't want people to pretend to be someone that they are not to get attention from people to make them go "wow" In the end the one being unhappy is themself.. because true friends will leave and pretentious friends will hang out with you but at your back.. they are stabbing U like nobody business! Okay I'm talking crap... cos I'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; you notice the older you get .. the lesser true frens you will have? People can change their attitude towards you really fast... and it's really sad..I don't even know who they are anymore..People whom I once call buddy.. hao peng you.. all seems to drift very far away... we seems to be living in a different world and even our small talk seems to be like between two strangers! So I treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; friends who are always there for me when I need them.. cos they are the only true friends in my life. I don't need many friends.. I just need them!=)&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ignore my nonsense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116661682786932676?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116661682786932676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116661682786932676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116661682786932676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116661682786932676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/12/woman.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116637224846742844</id><published>2006-12-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:17:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~*xmas~* xmas~* xmas~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;2006 is ending soon as xmas is coming and then followed by new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sad to say that this year xmas, it will not be the perfect xmas. Even though xmas is not here yet but there's reason for me to say that. Used to spend xmas with all my close friends but our relationship doesn't seems to be as close as last time anymore. Fortunately I'm still quite close with Irene and Shuqin.. as for other gers, I think I never seen them for quite some time. I tried to organize an outing but they dun seems to be interested... Irene, Pingfang and me plan to spend xmas at their house eating steamboat again! We did it once in 2004 with the same group of people. This is so sad right? I used to think that friends is the most important people in my life but as we grow older, I realize family is more important to me. If you notice, previous entry I keep saying that I love my family because I think no matter what happen they will always by your side. So lemme say it again! I love you Mummy Daddy and Didi!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese Orchestra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recently a fren approached me to join his friend's Orchestra. They are going to have a concert maybe next year and were now recruiting members to join in. I used to be really crazy about co last time but when I start working few years ago.. I dun seems to have much time for co. Currently I'm still studying therefore this is a chance for me to get back my passion for orchestra. Hopefully everything will goes well as .. if they didn't manage to get enough people, they will not allowed to perform.. so.. jia you jia you jia yoU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116637224846742844?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116637224846742844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116637224846742844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116637224846742844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116637224846742844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-xmas-xmas2006-is-ending-soon-as.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116533469050371030</id><published>2006-12-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:06:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was feeling really sick for the last few days.. everyday.. I feel like jelly fish lying here and there.. sat and sun was the worse... that's the only two rest day I had for the week.. yet I spend my holidays being sick &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday I drank 1 big cup of mango juice.. and it was really really nice.. the next day.. my throat starts to get really dry.. and friday my throat gets really pain! Saturday I used up a tissue box and my nose was really red but in the night I at least get better. My mum bought Bk burger with fries for me because there are no other food left. I wasn't suppose to eat the fries but because being too greedy.. I just eat it without letting them know.. and therefore Sunday I get sick again.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was worst.. I spend whole day sleeping because I was too sick.. Monday was another day being sick.. I went to see doctor and told him to give me medicine that won't make me sick because I can easily fall asleep even if I take only panadol. The doctor took out his correction pen to change the medicine.. thinking that he acknowledge my request .. I didn't check the medicine when the nurse issued it to me. When I went home and after finishing my meal, I took out my medicine and guess what... all those pills and couging solution that he give me will make me drowsy!!! -__- well at least give me an excuse for not taking them hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;Today.. I was still sick but was getting better... so.. hope that I will really get better!! I miss all those nice food =D~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116533469050371030?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116533469050371030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116533469050371030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116533469050371030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116533469050371030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116420655869561637</id><published>2006-11-22T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:44:12.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wow wow wow long time never write blog ler ! =P Anyway was being really busy for these past few weeks.. busy studying for MST... busy finishing reports... busy finishing e-learning stuffs.. busy playing games .. &gt;.&lt; everyday I will only sleep for 3-4 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few nights before going to sleep, I will always read some comics before I fall asleep. I have been reading "One Piece" a comic about a rubber boy who wants to be the king of pirates! I must say that this is one of the best comic that I had read! Not only its really funnie.. the story line... is really good and you will definatly want to know what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme update about myself abit. I cut my hair again and this time its really short! Some of my friends say that it suit me but some still think that I should keep long hair. No matter what, I don't regret cutting it.. I think I have to change my image once in a while. =) Next is I finally attend violin lesson! Lol have been waiting for 2 years already and finally my supervisor is free to teach me. But..... I think she's angry with me now.. lol cos I put her aeroplane 2 times !! But I didn't mean to missed the lesson. 1st time is because I cannot make it.. second time is because the violin lesson start at 7am and train till 8am but my lesson start at 8am! She's angry because at first I say okay without realising about the timing.. I only realise it few hours later.. so.. that's why she's angry.. =( lili dun angry ler !!!!!! Teach me violin plsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116420655869561637?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116420655869561637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116420655869561637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116420655869561637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116420655869561637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116175402305848826</id><published>2006-10-25T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:27:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm something wrong with blogger? Well try to leave an entry two days ago but couldn't publish it. Anyway even though yesterday I spend my day at home whole day but it was really fun! I play mah jiong with my family ( Father, Mother and brother) I really suck at it. Always making silly mistakes and everyone keep laughing at me. We played from 12pm to 4pm... and I think the time passes really fast during holidays. Of course in the end I still lose... my father offer to pay for me because he know I'm really broke. But I only lose $1.20.. lol Thanks dad !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116175402305848826?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116175402305848826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116175402305848826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116175402305848826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116175402305848826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmmm-something-wrong-with-blogger-well.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116161228170405410</id><published>2006-10-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:06:29.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna say that I have a very wonderful family. Even though mum and dad still nag and shout at me sometimes, brother still being very stubborn and rude but there are times &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when they treat me really nice. I beginning to appreciate my own family more and more. At least when I'm feeling miserable, they will always be there.. My life may have ups and down.. but they are the one who made all my down.. to be less pathetic... so I wanna say I love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MUMMY&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU DADDY&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116161228170405410?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116161228170405410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116161228170405410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116161228170405410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116161228170405410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanna-say-that-i-have-very-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116066678194918699</id><published>2006-10-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:26:21.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=P Have been so boring these days.. so nothing to blog about.. My father and I fall sick, which we think that its because of the haze. Was feeling really sick today.. I slept the whole afternoon and now still feeling very giddy. Anyway have been watching korean variety show online. There's one which I wanna share with anyone who is reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it till the end. The nice part is at the back of the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2Gj2urCNOs&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2Gj2urCNOs&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116066678194918699?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116066678194918699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116066678194918699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116066678194918699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116066678194918699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/p-have-been-so-boring-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-116032314913880185</id><published>2006-10-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:34:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah! Shuqin's wedding is over and I am so super super broke! Lol Vivian and me spend alot on shuqin's wedding sia.. now both of us declare bankrupt for this month! Shuqin's wedding is on Saturday( 7th October 2006) Vivian and her bf came over to my house to stay overnite on friday and I couldn't get to sleep whole nite. I woke up 5.30am in the morning on sat.. and was busy till 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;The process of being the sisters of the bride was quite fun. Can see that everyone is really excited when the bridegroom came. The "sisters" didn't plan any thing to sabo the bridegroom because shuqin told us that her sisters already did. So we were actually expecting to stand behind and watch how they going to sabo the bridegroom. When the bridegroom arrive, everyone rush to hide in the room including shuqin's sisters! They were told that they are not suppose to stay outside. So me.. vivian and xing juan were left outside to open the door! We panic! We never do this before and we didn't know what we suppose to do! Luckily somehow we did get help from the sisters inside shouting to us what they want the bridegroom to do. Dont' know why I become like a "38" demanding them to do things lol. Even though the process was kinda short and our demands was kinda easy but the process was quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is wat we want them to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Each person including the brothers push-up 10 times ( if not pluck 40 strands of their leg hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sing "tuo diao tuo diao" and the brothers must take off their jackets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sing a song for the bride loud and clear ( he sang " xiao wei" )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ang bao (We want $888 but in the end only give $128) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lol lazy to write ler .. just see some pictures bah! The wedding dinner pictures will post tmr. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me and juan acting cute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and again me and juan acting cute while vivian is smiling sweetly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vivian Shuqing and meee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See the finger pointing? Lol they want him to say he love shuqin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aww so sweet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/DSC_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's so cute and shuai!! My new bf !! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-116032314913880185?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/116032314913880185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=116032314913880185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116032314913880185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/116032314913880185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-shuqins-wedding-is-over-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/th_DSC_0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115980590004924062</id><published>2006-10-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:18:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today I attend my best friend's rom (Irene) ! She look so beautiful !!! Me.. Shuqin( Her Chinese Wedding coming soon also!) ..Pingfang and Chriz accompany her to Suntec City bridal shop to put on her make up and grown and also fixing her hair. She look so beautiful after everything was done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sorry don't have the pictures at the moment. Maybe post it later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When we reach fort canning, we are kinda surprise to see many ppl are having their rom today too. There are many pretty brides.. all taking photos everywhere. Chriz was pretty excited today lol can see that he's really happy. Although he may scold Irene sometimes but can see that he love her alot. The process was quite fast.. and after the ceremony, we took some photos and videos. Even though we were sweating like pig.. we are all so excited to help them take photos.. and helping them think of poses too. Lol I just love to see my close friends so happy... This coming Saturday is Shuqin's turn!! Omg I just can't wait for that day to come! sat come come come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115980590004924062?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115980590004924062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115980590004924062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115980590004924062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115980590004924062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-attend-my-best-friends-rom.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115969856666331599</id><published>2006-10-01T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:29:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so freaky pissed off right now! I donno why I can get so upset with a little ger who is my little cousin. She is so rude!!!!!!!!! She really choose a very wrong time to talk to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi corin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dont know why n=but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarrel with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;past already loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;must be my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that idiot pethetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ol man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how can u call ur father that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Corin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what happen to u n ur father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maybe my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are involve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ohh..why? ur father doesn't wan u to mix with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each did different bad stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friends..dont listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;force me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;force u to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like parents said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"when you want something..you must ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you know what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeee.ggh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i ma damn angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;try writing a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just now my teacher online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;miss loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;does it help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a very fun thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yseless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i really have a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored and mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oo okiez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol till now i still dunno wat happen between u and ur father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my house is a teres right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my house is on a hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and below the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i got a guard house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a fat guard in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are liike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign in and say hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when i say hi again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;those idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u mean msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i 'm going to kill them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can jump ur topic so fast man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did you start saying man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those r like for guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just now u were saying about the guard ... den suddenly u talk about ur frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not suitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;must have learned it from your ...um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;why r u saying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people saying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me dont day that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. too bad den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;half girl half boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- watever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i start to hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if my mood is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause of your bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you r winson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wincent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me because of my bf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how he changed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into an idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do u know u are very rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so r u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;must be because your dearest bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made me rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey.. u better stop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you dont want to hear the truth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the only thing is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beybeybeybyebbyeybebyebyeybeybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you when you've change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(feeling weird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he..corin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(feeling weird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(feeling weird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(feeling weird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something weird is going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno wat is happening to u but u really pissed me off. If u don't like the way I talk its all up to u ... I'm ur big sis.. not ur fren.. don't ever talk to me like that... U will just make ppl shun away from u.. if u wanna say that U say all these things is because u are in a very bad mood.. pls don't think that ppl will forgive u of the way u behave because ppl won't understand u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(sorry, forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(sorry, forgive me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt came for forgiveness:$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok if thats the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cOrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls stop msging me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarandi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alison(idiot jaguarandi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay.. I feel better ler lol feel silly to get angry with a 12 year old ger anyway hur hur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115969856666331599?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115969856666331599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115969856666331599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115969856666331599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115969856666331599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115963531970328496</id><published>2006-10-01T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:55:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeling really tired today.. yesterday spend a night at sentosa chatting and playing cards with Ying Ying and Mel. The beach looks simply beautiful in the morning and some peacocks were having their morning walk at the beach. I think the next time I go there.. I should bring a bigger tent. The tent was too small for us and we have a hard time building it up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but it was really fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and when we finally get it done..nobody use it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;We were spending the whole nite talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today..I don't know why but..I feel lonely.. unhappy and sad..maybe I do know the reason why I'm sad but I just doesn't wanna face it. lemme have a sleep.. tomorrow will be a fine day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115963531970328496?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115963531970328496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115963531970328496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115963531970328496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115963531970328496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-really-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115945320888385454</id><published>2006-09-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:24:14.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so so so looking forward to tomorrow! I'm going camping @ sentosa with my ex colleagues! C'mon shout 3 Yeahs with me ! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH YEAH YEAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so excited!!!! =D tomorrow will be a wonderful day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115945320888385454?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115945320888385454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115945320888385454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115945320888385454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115945320888385454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-so-so-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115928108565169884</id><published>2006-09-26T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:31:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was feeling really tired for the past two days when sch reopen. Beginning to hope to graduate sooner.. faster. Sick of doing so many projects.. sick of being the target for other people's entertainment. Sick of listening to study really hard when exam comes.. I feel really sick of these things.. Sometimes I wonder.. why didn't I study early? These things may end many years ago for me.. I may take things too serious sometimes but I think there's a limit to everything...well.. its okay.. 1yr plus to go.&lt;br /&gt;Lol but there are still some stuffs which I love about school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love going nite cycling with my classmates( although only once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love my gem~( Etiquette &amp;amp; Professional Image) This course allows you to know how to dress professionally and what are the important etiquette we need to know in the business world. I first thought that its a very simple gem but after I did the quick test, I realize that there's alot of stuffs which I didn't know. Example what kinda of color is suitable for ur skin tone.. a person with long body and short legs should wear what.. and when you are having dinner at a Western restaurant you have to break the bread roll piece by piece with your fingers (instead of using knife) and buttering it with your bread knife.... k k may sound boring to u but I find it quite interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love some of the teachers in the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love some of my friends in the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol corin.. corin..nothing will be perfect.. there is always "hates" and "loves".. "negative" and "positive".."good"and "bad" I think I have to think more on the good and positive side and maybe my life will be better.&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/34126281-115928108565169884?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115928108565169884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115928108565169884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115928108565169884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115928108565169884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-feeling-really-tired-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115910459141521864</id><published>2006-09-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:27:19.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is my dearest mum's birthday! Happy Birthday Mummy ~MuackS!! We celebrate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;her birthday at a Chinese restaurant located at Thomson Plaza. Their food was erm.. "so-so" but their dessert was da bestzzz!!!! Mango sago with Pomelo~wHat A fantastic comBinatiON! But the meal was really expensive.. so if next time I go there.. I will just order their dessert! hehe We did not buy a cake for her but we sing two version of Birthday song for her! She was laughing her hearts out because we sound terrible singing together! We later find out because my father was singing out of tune all along. She made him sing alone for her and he sound so funny and cute! Yeah I love my family alot and I hope they will always be happy and healthy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115910459141521864?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115910459141521864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115910459141521864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115910459141521864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115910459141521864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-my-dearest-mums-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115886362117097879</id><published>2006-09-22T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T02:33:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yepz I still think of him today.. when I say that doesn't mean that I will still want to be with him. We have been together for a year.. of course it will take me some time to get over it. But no worries! Smiling happily everydaY!! Was playing maple the whole day -_- training a new character @ Aquila lol yea yea I know dumb game.. but I'm realLy bored!! Meet up with Irene and Pingfang for dinner and both of them are really stress up! They are so busy this month. When we go out... every half an hour.. their office will call them up or they have to call back to follow up with their work. So poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I told my parents that me and Eugene broke up... they start asking why and how I'm feeling. "Not suitable" was my answer to them.. and I ensure them that I'm feeling okay.. as long as they doesn't ask me anything else. My father reacted very funnie.. he suddenly slap my mum's arm and say .. "dun ask already!" They afraid that I will burst out crying infront of them..well.. indeed I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;To Eugene if you are reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. I think I need some time to get over it so.. please be so kind not to contact me at the moment.. I do treasure the moments when we are together.. and I glad that you finally gave me your answer. Please don't feel guilty at all because that is what you really wanted and both of us couldn't save the relationship at all. Never worried that I will be sad because I still have my friends and family by my side loving me too. Even though we can't be lovers but yea. we can be friends. You will always be a special person in my heart.Hope that things will work out for u in future and let's hope the same for me too. All the best to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115886362117097879?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115886362117097879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115886362117097879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115886362117097879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115886362117097879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/yepz-i-still-think-of-him-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115876236361215331</id><published>2006-09-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:26:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what a joke.. yesterday I was still blogging about how to let yourself feel better when you are sad and now I'm feeling miserable. Our relationship finally ends today..1 yr 1 mth+ relationship ends today... Actually feeling relieve,because I don't have to think about it anymore. I will still miss him for now.. but tomorrow when I wake up.. I will have to stop thinking and move on with my life.Don't have to worry about me.. I'm a very strong person, even though I get upset easily but I will get over it sooner or later. Pls pls if anyone of u read this blog.. pls don't ask me what happen. Just pretend that you never know anything about it.. let me tell you ppl when I'm ready. Now.. just let me be alone by myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115876236361215331?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115876236361215331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115876236361215331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115876236361215331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115876236361215331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115865434305217077</id><published>2006-09-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:25:43.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oo!! Really wanna get myself a new handphone! My hp is going crazy these few days!! Never mind.. I think 1 mth I just save about $50 .. In 6 mths time I should able to buy 1 for myself!HEHE!Sometimes I find myself really fortunate. I have so many friends around me.. showering their love and concern for me when I'm down. To those who are feeling really upset.. troubled.. angry.. frustrated.. You can try to think about those nice things that happens to you before.. Try not to keep it to yourself.. share your troubles with your frens who u trust. If you don't have any, try my suggestion. Find a stranger! Of course you have to talk to that person for awhile to know what kinda person he/she is. If u think that you are comfortable talking to that person, go ahead! Tell that person that you are feeling miserable inside and need to let it all out! Even though at the moment my relationship is kinda *complicated* now (Complicated? Confusing? I can't seems to find a word to describe it at the moment.. so just use complicated) I don't go and think about it anymore. I think we have to move on with our life.. even though in between our lives.. there will be ups and down.. but do believe that only the down period let u learn something important to your life... Óh gosh! Forgive me if u doesn't know what the hell I'm talking about.. loL~anyway I'm suppose to do my housework now .. so WHAT AM I STILL DOING HERE? I still got to prepare to meet Pingfang for a swim after my housework! So tata!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115865434305217077?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115865434305217077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115865434305217077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115865434305217077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115865434305217077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/oo-really-wanna-get-myself-new.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115862546978710235</id><published>2006-09-19T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:28:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oHhh.. wake Up toO early for the registeration for gems... So tired.. I'm going back to sleep.. *yawnz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115862546978710235?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115862546978710235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115862546978710235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115862546978710235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115862546978710235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/ohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115851228379926598</id><published>2006-09-18T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:14:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG past twelve agaiN!!!! LOL well yesterday was ermm half fun! Spend half the day doing nothing at home.. msging ppl nonsense in msn irritating them.. den another half the day (around 6pm) Meet the Yao sisters. Suppose to meet four of them but end up meeting only Irene and Caris! The other two sisters stay at home and accompany their mother. All of them are so nice and caring to their mother! Hope that in future I will have daughters like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was starving to death when we reach cityhall. We had my dinner @ newyork newyork~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/Image376.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/Image376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I ordered half roasted chicken..Irene and Caris who already had their dinner, ordered crunchy mushroom.. pasta.. two chocolate cakes! I'm so greedy.. I agree to share half the pasta with Irene because she wanted to try the pasta so much even when she's full! After I finish my half chicken, I regret to give her my promise.. I was so fuLL! Irene finished her half pasta and pushed the plate near to me obviously telling me that the other half of the pasta belongs to me! I think when ppl walked past and saw that.. will think that I never eat for many days. OMG I was forcing myself to finish the pasta! Never never be so greedy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We took some pictures when we are in New York New York! EnjoY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/Image376.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/Image374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/Image374.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;They feel so disgusted when doing that.. and doesn't dare to look at each other! So funnie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="356" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_19421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="339" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_19421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="271" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="134" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="392" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="393" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="387" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="208" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="341" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="428" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/17-09-06_1945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115851228379926598?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115851228379926598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115851228379926598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115851228379926598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115851228379926598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-past-twelve-again-lol-well.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/th_Image376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115842730102233341</id><published>2006-09-17T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:34:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OpPS! Past twelve again! Wow Have a fun day yesterday! Can't stop laughing the whole day! That Pingfang really can make ppl laugh! We went ice skating and that was a very scary activity!! At first I can't even stand straight. A uncle saw me wiggling here and there and den finally couldn't stand seeing a stupid girl trying to balance herself.. he tell me that I did not wear my shoes tight enough, so that is why I cannot balance myself. The whole skating thingy really makes me feel like an old woman. Alot of the skaters there are kinda helpful.. giving some useful tips.. but I still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cannot overcome my fear falling down hurting my butt!!! There are so many experts there and I seems like the only person screaming the whole time when Ping fang ask me to let go of the bar. Some of them even laugh at me! Finally I give up and choose to stand at the side looking at Ping fang skating round and round. I guess Pingfang did not enjoy at all because she's skating alone most of the time! So sorry ger! But I really do envy you that you got the guts to skate when there are so many siao ding dong out there "zoOming" (zoom? sure? aiya watever larh) here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After that we decided to go IMM.. before going there, we went Aries to buy the "gold digger" lol I just recently break my father's " gold digger" so long time never clean my ear already.. and so qiao that Pingfang's ear was feeling very itchy. On the way to IMM.. We were actually digging our ear secretly! We couldn't stop laughing...luckily the sky is quite dark that time.. so nobody finds out hohoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_1918copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 232px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_1918copy.jpg" border="0" height="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I bought Ping Fang to my favourite store which is Daiso!! A very nice store that sells everything at $2! That store is a very big store that sell almost everthing that u can think of! Anyway we went to the kids department and did some cheeky stuffs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;PRESENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 227px; height: 170px;" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ING AH GONG AND AH DAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 228px; height: 170px;" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 165px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 229px; height: 167px;" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 227px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 228px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/16-09-06_2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115842730102233341?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115842730102233341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115842730102233341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115842730102233341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115842730102233341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/opps-past-twelve-again-wow-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/meowrin/BLog/th_16-09-06_1918copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115834573041304244</id><published>2006-09-16T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:42:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doesn't really know what to blog today.. but still feel like leaving a blog before I sleep. Now its already 2am plus in the morning so gonna blog about yesterday stuffs. Was idling the whole day yesterday.. was suppose to meet pingfang for jogging but she work till very late. Tmr we decide to go ice skating! I think it will be a fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For vivian.. if you are reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I apologize being so rude to you when you are trying to talk to me about me and Eugene.. I understand your intention but I really would wanna get him out of my mind at the moment. I need to tell you clearly what's is on my mind. First, I know in this world there is no so-call "perfect man". I fully understand that I cannot control a person and I understand that if I do that I'm making the person unhappy. In another way round.. if the person is doing something which I don't like.. even though I may give way to him.. but when time goes by I won't be happy too . I know couple should give and take.. but if I'm not happy with whatever he do and he's not happy that I'm controlling him.. its shows that both of us is not happy already. I must say that I love him alot.. that is why I'm still holding on to the relationship.. however to love someone in reality.. its not so simple as we thought it will be. I will have to think...will I be happy with this man in future? Can he take care of me in future? He is also worrying about this therefore he also suggested a time-out. I admit that I doesn't want to keep in contact with him at the moment is partly because I'm mad at him.. but another reason is because I need to cool down and think.. and also I need him to let himself know what he wants too. Now he doesn't know wat he want also.. if I still keep in contact with him.. we will never find out the answer... I understand your good intention of helping us.. but sorry vivian.. I think I need to decide what to do myself... hope that you won't get angry with me.. pls try to understand my feelings too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115834573041304244?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115834573041304244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115834573041304244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115834573041304244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115834573041304244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/doesnt-really-know-what-to-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115825748800208197</id><published>2006-09-15T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:18:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have decided... Until he know what he wants..these period, we shall not contact each other. Hopefully that soon, both of us know if we really need each other. When I told him about it, he's not able to accept it however I'm quite firm with this decision. I think that I really should cool myself down and think about our relationship.. asking myself whether I can still believe him in future.. asking myself am I wrong all the while.. asking myself where do he or I stand in each other's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now begin to understand that I have to believe in myself. Have been telling some of my frens about us.. and I get different advise..different opinions. I do not know who to listen to and do not know what is right or wrong. Now I know.. whatever I do.. we must believe in myself and follow my heart. Even though it may be wrong or other ppl might disapprove of what I do.. at least I follow what my heart really wants.. and at least I will feel more comfortable of what I have decide.. I'm not saying that those advice other ppl gave me are rubbish or whatever, they are still useful to me, but when it comes to the big decision making.. I still have to decide myself and what my heart really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired.. so tired of waiting for his answer.. so tired of listening to what he said which doesn't seems real to me.. so tired of pretending to be happy infront my family.. tired of thinking to myself what should I do..what should I do.. tired of crying.. tired of everything! I need to be alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115825748800208197?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115825748800208197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115825748800208197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115825748800208197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115825748800208197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-tired.html' title='So Tired...'/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115822531719049634</id><published>2006-09-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:15:17.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We quarrel again yesterday night or should I say.. I get angry again yesterday nite throwing my "da xiao jie pi qi".I guess that is what he think.. This time is still because of that girl. Her name is Velancia. Yesterday he told me that he will call me after work but he did not. I did not blame him but still sense that something is wrong. At night I called him for a chat..we were chatting happily until I ask him if that ger still waits for him after work.. He wasn't sure if telling me the truth was a good thing because he's afraid that I might get angry again. But I ensure him that telling me the truth will at least make me trust him more. So he admit that the ger did wait for him. But he did not say :"she wait.." He say "coincidence".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Am I dumb or wat?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well I'm fine with that answer but what make me sad is what he said later on.. We don't know how to come about but he say that the ger knows about the "time-out" between us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why the hell would he let her know that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Is that how he solved the problem between them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He told the ger currently doesn't want the both of us. Then I reacted: U told her U don't want both of us? Why? You don't want me? He tried to explain saying that he thought it will be a better way to put out to her that he doesn't want her. By saying that won't help at all.. instead he's putting in a way that she still got chance.. he's putting in a way that he's still choosing between me and her. Of course.. I get angry.. so angry that I couldn't stop myself from crying.. He doesn't''t understand why am I angry and what wrong did he do.I get so upset yesterday nite and was really desperate to find someone to talk to. I logged in to MSN and msg some of my frens.. but I guessed it was already too late.. none of them reply me. I was so desperate to find someone to confide with that I downloaded MIRC just to talk to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting person..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I get to talk to this guy.. he seems like a person who I can pour out all my troubles with.. so I told him what happen.. later we end up talking on the phone. He listened to all my troubles and then told me that he feel that either my bf doesn't know how to handle this kinda situation or he is just playing around with the two of us ( me and the ger). He also commented something which makes me really sad.. He say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"if a guy really love a ger.. when there's another ger who willing to do so much for him.. he may feel flattered but he will push that ger away just not to hurt the ger he loves.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I do understand that different people handle situation differently.. but the way my bf does things.. makes me have doubts in him. I feel like I don't understand him at all.. As his gf.. I never do anything wrong before.. everytime when I know someone is interested in me.. I will never go near them.. I will stay really far far away from them just to avoid things to happen. I never go out with other guys b4.. never.. Even though we are having time-out..I did try to ask if anyone wanna meet up with me.. but in the end I still freak out. I think that if I really go out with another guy.. I'm doing something wrong.. but why doesn't he think that way too? Anyway continue about this guy, I would really wanna thank him for his advise and comfort. Well we did continue to chat and.. wow his life is really very complicated and exciting I guessed. I think I will not post anything to do about his life in here just in case someone actually gets to read this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115822531719049634?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115822531719049634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115822531719049634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115822531719049634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115822531719049634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115799642731995316</id><published>2006-09-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:17:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday was a very boring day.. my purse only left $16 and that really sux. I realize that spending your day outside with so little money was really torturing . Shuqin asked me out and I actually went out taking $16 only thinking that it should be enough. We went and watch a movie ( luckily she have voucher so I only pay $3 for the show) and we also have our dinner at Sakae sushi.. (spending $10 cos we are not so hungry)Finally at nite I spend all my money buying pasar malam food for my parents and brother( Only enough money to buy sharkfin soup for my mum and father to share. plus 1 Taiwan sausage for my brother. Don't have enough to buy anything for myself =&lt; )ow my purse is empty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is my birthday! My brother bought a Guess wallet for me andI received some birthday wishes sms from my frens.. I'm so touched! Some of them remember my birthday!! What a wonderful thing to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Him..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I forgive him.. When he called me on the phone.. I dun feel sad anymore.. in fact I can talk to him in a very nice tone. He told me that he talked about our problems with some of his friends.. They all think that we should have a time out. I also think that time out is the only solution to find out if we really need each other. Of course I will never let my parents find out.. I think that if they know.. they will think bad of him. So that means I have to keep lying to them about us. I will be going out with him tmr.. hope everything will goes well for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115799642731995316?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115799642731995316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115799642731995316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115799642731995316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115799642731995316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/money.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115790922037832212</id><published>2006-09-11T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:19:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its easy to fall in love.. but how come its so hard to maintain it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today... he suppose to call me and meet up.I waited for the whole day but he never call.. not even a msg. Until 7pm+ he called and ask if I'm okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why bother to call? Breaking promises is what you good at!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeling really disappointed and lost. Disappointed is because he never keep his promise again.. lost is because he keep telling me that he love me and wouldn't wanna lose me.. but how long can we last? Our conversation ended after I give him a very cold tone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I couldn't help it.. everytime I hear his voice.. I will always talk in a vey cold tone.. After putting down the phone.. I will always blame myself for doing that.. but I will ever apologize to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He msg me and told me that he feel sad and confused. He said that he's afraid that our relationship won't last long. He's thinking the same as what I thought. Even though now we may accept each other demands.. but few years down the road.. can we still able to? It happen to him and his 5 yrs ex-gf.. they are together for so long its not because they love each other.. its because they are used to having each other by their side... finally his ex-gf found a new love and that is how they break up. Will that happen to us in future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though I feel sad hearing him having doubts about our relationship.. but I cannot deny that he too will fear that this might happen. Worried that if we take another 5 yrs to realize this, he will be wasting my youth, cos I'm a woman. I somehow didn't know if I want to continue this relationship.. yes I do miss him alot and I realize that I love him alot too.. but I have no faith in our relationship... Oh god.. please tell me what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115790922037832212?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115790922037832212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115790922037832212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115790922037832212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115790922037832212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-easy-to-fall-in-love-but-how-come.html' title='Its easy to fall in love.. but how come its so hard to maintain it'/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34126281.post-115783440184365930</id><published>2006-09-10T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:37:37.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This will be the place where I tell all my secrets.. Of course I would want to share my troubles with some of my close frens but they will not be the first person that I will find when I'm upset.. maybe because I know them too well and I will know wat will they say.. Usually I will find strangers to talk to when I'm feeling really really sad. Why strangers? Because you don't have to meet up with them.. you don't have to feel stress of having them to tell you what is the right thing to do..you won't have the chance of crying infront of them.. I create this blog partly is to let some of my frens to know what is my troubles.. I find it difficult to explain things to them sometimes so maybe by writing .. they will understand more clearly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first "not-so- secretive" secret is about my current boyfriend. Things don't goes too well between me and him. At first I thought the problem only lies on me being too demanding and him being too lazy but its not so simple.. Have a long talk with him 2 days ago.. and realise that there are actually more problems then I thought. He told me that a girl who used to work in the bank was in love with him. She break up with her bf because of him.. and every morning she will send him to work.. and meet him for lunch and even purposely wait for him after work. When I heard that.. I was really upset.What I'm sad about is that I can feel that he has feelings for her.. although not strong but.. I still cannot accept the truth. At first.. he was defending himself saying that he's only feeling guilty towards her after what she have done.. but after explaining so much.. he finally agree with me but its not so strong like what he had for me. Today he told me that he have settle this problem with that ger. He asked her and her ex-bf out and have a talk. Well what he did was trying to re-unite them and let them have a talk. He called and tell me about it. When I heard that, I was kinda happy and at lost at the same time.. I don't know if I can trust him anymore..so many lies coming out from him.. how do he expect me to trust him anymore? I know that I have not been a very good girlfriend. I admit that I actually take him for granted and expect that he will do everything that I asked for. I never make any effort to meet him up while I was complaining that we dun get to meet after he started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After solving the third party problem.. we have other problems to solve too. I think I was being too stubborn.. always throwing my temper when I heard something which I don't like from him. He told me that he was feeling really stress and unhappy. First, I made him stop going clubbing with his friends... den I force him to quit smoking.. den because of accompanying me .. he don't get to meet his friends. Clubbing used to be his favorite activity,but now I ban him from going there.. of course he listen.. but he doesn't like it at all. The problem here is I cannot accept people to smoke and I don't like him to go clubbing cos of one incident. I know he's unhappy about it but I will be unhappy too. He told me that as long as I'm happy he will do whatever I want him to. But.. is that the solution to our problem? I think no! Sooner or later he will regret.. and then we will start quarreling again and will end up breaking up again.. so I really donno what to do.. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34126281-115783440184365930?l=jollyrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115783440184365930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34126281&amp;postID=115783440184365930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115783440184365930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34126281/posts/default/115783440184365930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyrin.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-will-be-place-where-i-tell-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cOrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577898179591233225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
